Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Hogwarts, fifth floor, library.

Harry suddenly appeared around a corner and walked toward the library, striding forward.

However, the voice he was looking for was not found in the library.

"Harry!" A handsome figure appeared in front of him, with long hair like flames hanging behind his head.

"Hey, Ginny." Harry nodded.

"Have you found a dance partner?" Ginny asked: "The professor said you can invite a junior."

She encouraged herself to smile without being embarrassed.

"Oh, I've found my dance partner." Harry said quickly, "Have you seen where Hermione is? I have something urgent to do with her."

"Okay. Hermione? She was still here just now, and then someone looked for her, and she went out. Can you go to the lounge and take a look?"

"Who? Who is looking for her?" Harry felt inexplicably uneasy.

"Victor Krum," Ginny said, pointing towards the common room.

"Okay." Harry nodded and walked quickly towards the lounge.

Gently open the door, the gentle sound of music flows like a spring river, and the aroma of coffee lingers on the tip of your nose.

However, no!

Neither Hermione nor Krum are here.

An unpleasant feeling appeared in his heart.

Arriving at the corridor on the fifth floor, he suddenly felt a little confused and didn't know where to look for this person.

Or rather, these two people.

By coincidence, Neville came down from upstairs.

"Neville!" Harry called out to him quickly: "Do you know where Hermione is?"

"I don't know." Neville shook his head and said happily: "Harry, do you know who I invited?"

"Who?" Harry responded, wondering where Hermione might be at this moment.

Owlery? The professor said that he suggested that Hermione communicate with Professor Lupin.

kitchen? She was probably talking to the house elves.

A professor's office? But recently I haven't heard Hermione say that she encountered any difficult learning points.

"Hey, Harry, can you believe it? I originally thought she would definitely reject me, but I didn't expect everything to go so smoothly." Neville's voice rang in his ears.

"That's really good news, isn't it?" Harry smiled and said, "I told you that you could do it. I'm leaving now. See you later."

"See you later." Neville nodded happily.

After confirming that no one was up there, Harry walked down while searching for traces of Hermione.

Very quickly, so suddenly that he felt abnormal, she suddenly saw Hermione running down the stairs from downstairs. On the ladder on the third or fourth floor, the two people looked at each other.

Hermione's face was a little red, as if the warm white air was blooming in the winter, while Harry felt as if he had buried his face in the snow because of this unexpected encounter.

Completely different feelings.

'I wish the law didn't allow giggling. ’ Harry was thinking, because there were two people following Hermione, who seemed to be here specifically to see a joke.

It's Lavender and Parvati.

He really hoped these two people wouldn't appear here.

Then, he opened his mouth, and his heartbeat stopped for a beat.

It was as if he had missed something, and the next moment he was about to roll down the stairs, in front of everyone.

"Hermione." He said, "Well, I mean... do you want to go to the ball with me?"

As soon as the words came out, his expression froze, as if he had been cast a petrification spell.

He feels that most of the things he does must be magnanimous.

But when it comes to things like this, you can't be like Draco.

His eyes remained motionless, staring at Hermione's lips, as if waiting for the final verdict.

He had even hallucinated Hermione saying something like "Sorry, Krum invited me, you're late."

Time passed slowly, and then he finally saw Hermione's lips move.

"Oh Harry, I was just going to come to you about this," Hermione said.

'It's over.' Harry felt an inexplicable depression in his heart.

"I was also thinking of asking you to go to the ball with me," Hermione said.

A gust of wind blew through the window, making a roaring sound.

"What did you say?" Harry asked again, a little disbelieving.

"I said, good morning." Hermione opened her mouth and looked at Harry with a half-smile.

"Okay." Harry nodded: "So... let's, I mean, the two of us, go to the Yule Ball together?!"

"Yes, I think so." Hermione's face turned redder than before.

Harry breathed a long sigh of relief, as if his whole body suddenly came to life. The cold snow on his face gradually melted, leaving only steaming heat.

"Then it's settled." Harry nodded, not knowing what to say. Normally, they would talk about study problems or "vomiting".

But now, he felt like he didn't want to talk about anything.

I just want to go back to the lounge, lie on the sofa, and maybe giggle.

There's no law against giggling anyway.

"That's it." Hermione obviously didn't know what else to say, and pointed behind Harry: "I'm going to the library first."

"Okay." Harry nodded.

The two quickly separated. Behind Hermione, Lavender and Parvati couldn't stop whispering to each other.

When they officially passed each other, Harry smiled without even noticing.

Going down to the third floor, he quickly put away his smile.

He saw another familiar face.

Fleur.

However, this beautiful girl didn't seem so happy at the moment.

"Hey, Fleur." Harry greeted.

"Harry." Fleur smiled for a moment, and then returned to her sullen look.

"How are you?" Harry asked.

"Not very good, of course I expected this result, but still... well, there's nothing to say."

After she finished speaking, she waved her hand gently and turned away.

Harry looked towards the corridor on the third floor, then shook his head and turned away.

Time went back to ten minutes ago.

In the Defense Against the Dark Arts office.

Sindel looked at Muen who was combing her hair, with a curious look on her face: "Professor, do you have anything to do today?"

"Nothing big." Muen smiled: "Well, our Minister of Magic invited me to his house for a meal."

"Family dinner?"

"Is it so?" Muen nodded: "Well, a simple meal, he has said this many times, if I have time today, I might as well go and have a look."

"So that's how it is." Sindel nodded, then suddenly sensed something and looked in the direction of the door.

A moment later, there was a knock on the door.

The door opened automatically, and Fleur stood at the door. She was wearing a skirt made from Beauxbatons' school uniform and a delicate hat.

"Professor Jones." She said.

"Hmm." Muen nodded: "Isn't Gabrielle here?"

"No." Fleur shook her head.

Muen put down the comb: "Okay, come in, what are you doing here?"

Fleur took a deep breath and slowly said the purpose of her visit.

The smile on Mu En's face gradually froze.

With the last sentence, an invitation fell, and he had to open his mouth and smile.

"Um, I'm sorry, at this dance, I will personally perform the music part. Yes, that's right, I will perform for everyone with the members of our "Not So Magic Club."

"Please go back." He said.

Furong nodded and showed a forced smile: "Okay, I'm sorry to bother you, professor."

"It's okay." Mu En smiled and watched Furong leave.

Then, the door was slowly closed.

Mu En leaned on the sofa with a sense of relief and said: "I always thought that this kind of thing... Anyway, it won't happen to me.

After all, I don't even look like a human."

Xindel just smiled, supporting her head with her hands, not knowing what she was thinking.

In fact, as a ghost, she knew more about the rumors among students than Mu En.

It is indeed not uncommon for students to fall in love with knowledgeable and visionary mature individuals.

This kind of thing is not strange.

But it was not so wise to invite someone to the Christmas ball so boldly.

It was impossible for the professor.

Thinking about it, she looked at the figure leaning on the sofa.

After a moment, Mu En cleared these messy thoughts and stood up again.

"I'm leaving." He straightened his coat, put on a pure black woolen coat, and picked up his hat.

"Take care." Sindel nodded.

Mu En smiled and disappeared suddenly.

Wales, a land known as the Red Dragon, an ordinary street in St. Porter County.

Mu En's figure appeared from the alley. It was afternoon and the sky was getting dark.

Snow was piled on the street, and the wind was a little bit biting. He put on his hat, changed his face, and walked on the street.

Sometimes he took out a compass-like thing and looked at the direction.

Perhaps this should be called a compass.

After walking for a few minutes, Mu En stopped in front of a huge wall.

This place is sparsely populated, like a half-developed street, with graffiti all over the white walls, and a twisted and crooked gate.

Mu En put his hand on the graffiti handle of the door panel, and a feeling of his hand entering water appeared.

Then, as if underwater, he grabbed the round door handle.

With a slight twist, the graffiti-like door was pushed open by him.

Walking in, the scene changed.

The wall just disappeared, replaced by a low fence and a small garden, allowing people to see the scene outside.

Scrimgeour noticed the movement at the gate and walked out.

"Mu En, you are finally here." Scrimgeour smiled and hurriedly welcomed him in.

Scrimgeour's family is not rich, a common two-story building, a not very spacious garden, and some small magical objects.

"It's not easy to find your place." Muen handed the needle to Scrimgeour: "Do you Apparate to London every day?"

"Yes." Scrimgeour nodded: "The Ministry once said that a dedicated Floo line would be opened between the Minister's office and home, but I thought about it and refused."

As she spoke, a thin woman came out of the kitchen and smiled warmly when she saw Muen.

"Professor Jones, you are here."

Scrimgeour introduced at the right time: "This is my wife, Felli."

"Hello." Muen quickly extended his right hand before the other party opened his hands.

He really - he had never been able to adapt to the etiquette of kissing on the cheek.

Although in modern times, this etiquette has become a casual face-to-face, he still can't accept it.

After a brief exchange of greetings, Fili returned to the kitchen.

At the same time, a little girl ran down from upstairs.

"My daughter, Clina, I remember I told you." Scrimgeour smiled, then waved: "Clina, come and meet the guests, this is the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts, Moon Jones.

Next year, you will learn Defense Against the Dark Arts under his guidance."

The girl was very cute, inherited her mother's golden curly hair, tied in a ponytail.

She hurried over, then stood still and bowed deeply.

"Professor Jones, good afternoon."

"Good afternoon, Clina." Moon nodded.

After a while, the little girl ran to the kitchen to play with her mother.

Scrimgeour brought the teapot, poured a cup, then sat down, and said straight to the point: "It's a bit tricky on the international side recently."

"What do you mean?" Moon picked up the teacup.

"They are very dissatisfied with our repeated violations of the Magical Secrecy Statute.

And Gringotts, they are also behind the scenes."

"Some trivial matters." Muen nodded.

"That's true." Scrimgeour agreed with this: "In my opinion, those guys are really a bit old-fashioned."

"Times will move forward after all." Muen took a sip of tea.

"These things...are really insignificant. Those old guys can't stop your reforms, just make sure of this.

As for them?

Maybe they will regret it after ordinary people break the door of shame and reveal their rotten and dilapidated bodies."

"Are you so sure?" Scrimgeour looked at Muen.

"Yeah." Muen nodded. He had seen the future, at least the future thirty years later, and knew that magic would be difficult to hide at that time.

At least it couldn't be hidden as tightly as it is now.

"I am obsessed with magic and love it deeply.

But I cannot deny that technology has the same [magic power] as magic.

After all, strictly speaking, mysticism is just one branch of the world's huge technology tree.

It's just a somewhat unique branch."

Scrimgeour nodded. He had seen the video of the Muggle nuclear explosion and was shocked by the weapon and horrified by the Muggles' research in the microscopic field.

He couldn't even imagine how terrible the results would be if they used those research ideas in the microscopic field to study magic.

Those guys in the International Magic Federation also have a fear of this.

He didn't deny that those guys were old and cunning.

But the reason why he said those old guys were stupid was because their choice was to continue hiding and retreating.

Instead of actively catering to this juncture.

They were afraid.

"Forget it, let's not talk about these topics." Scrimgeour shook his head: "How was the Triwizard Tournament?"

"Not bad."