Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

After finishing the conversation with Scrimgeour, Moon sat alone at the table, thinking.

Sindel put down the "The Tales of Beedle the Poet" and looked at Mu En, who was sitting silently on the sofa, and couldn't help but say: "Mr. Jones, did something important happen?"

"It doesn't count." Mu En shook his head: "It's not a big deal."

"It sounds like just some mysterious events that cannot be explained for the time being due to insufficient information." Sindel said.

"Yes." Mu En confirmed her statement: "But in mysticism, an unknown thing should be guarded against far more than a powerful and vicious event."

"Be careful?" Sindel thought about Mu En's words, but in the end she just scratched her head.

"I didn't expect you to use such words." She said, "I've never seen you talk about protection."

Mu En smiled: "Just casually, it is difficult for me to have too much concern about natural and man-made disasters that do not affect my own interests."

As he spoke, he stood up.

"I'm going to the principal's office."

"Are you going to ask about relevant things?" Sindel smiled, as if to say: 'Do you really not care? ’

Mu En opened her mouth, then nodded.

"It's just curiosity. Curiosity is an indispensable quality of a good wizard."

"Okay." Sindel nodded and watched Mu En leave.

The office door was closed again, quietly.

It wasn't until a moment later that Sindel seemed sure that Mu En had gone away that she looked at Lucifer in the fireplace.

"Mr. Jones always means something, doesn't he?" she asked with a smile.

Lucifer just glanced at her and then explained his opinion.

“It’s one of the hallmarks of humanity to be divided between what we mean and what we say.”

"Really?" Sindel seemed surprised.

"That's not it." Lucifer waved his little hand made of flames: "Aren't you the same?"

"Have I?" Sindel said.

Lucifer stretched out his mouth with both hands, and began to chirp in a strange manner.

"Mr.Cat, ohMr.Cat, it's a good thing you didn't accept Fleur Delacour's invitation to the ball, otherwise I wouldn't know what to do."

When Sindel heard his words, her spirit body couldn't help but tremble, and then she flew through the wall and left the office.

It wasn't until the office became quiet again that Lucifer changed his appearance and laughed softly.

"This uncle is indeed a devil who can see into people's hearts."

"Hey hey hey"

In the principal's office, Mu En smelled an extremely strong smell of honey as soon as she walked in.

Dumbledore was sitting at his desk, seemingly writing a letter.

"This is really rare." Moon sat opposite Dumbledore: "Whose letter is it?"

"A letter from the Department of Education regarding the relationship between Hogwarts graduates and Cambridge." Dumbledore said concisely.

He gently let go of the quill, the fluff fluttering, and gently returned it to the ink bottle. Dumbledore crossed his hands and leaned lightly on the table.

"What's more rare?" he asked.

"You handle official business." Moon said, "I thought Minerva would do all these things, and you just need to stay here like a mascot, um. In Grindelwald's words, a caged bird? "

"Have you ever seen a caged bird that is over a hundred years old?" Dumbledore smiled helplessly.

"I heard that Churchill's parrot is almost this age and still scolds Germans to this day." Mu En said seriously, and then looked at Fox again.

"What about you, will you scold Grindelwald?"

Fox rolled his eyes at Mu En, then lowered his body and hugged the colorful egg.

Dumbledore hesitated several times, and finally reluctantly took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes gently with his fingers.

"Okay, why did you mention Grindelwald so many times today?" he asked helplessly.

"Oh, about some gossip." Mu En returned to the topic.

"Why did you want to stop Grindelwald back then?"

"Why?" Dumbledore frowned: "What's the reason for this? For uh."

"For justice?" Mu En finished the words that were stuck in his throat, and then laughed himself: "What a good joke."

"It's not a joke." Dumbledore said slightly embarrassed.

"You didn't say it yourself, so why isn't it a joke?" Mu En asked: "Of course, I believe that justice is indeed a reason, but it is not the whole story.

And if I remember correctly, you had been teaching at Hogwarts for many years. How old were you at that time? You were in your fifties. You have locked yourself in this castle for thirty years, or maybe more than that! "

"Moon, what exactly do you want to ask?" Dumbledore couldn't help but ask.

"I'm just curious." Moon smiled: "If I remember correctly, Newt Scamander did a lot of things for you at that time."

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded: "Grindelwald and I were under a blood curse at that time, and we couldn't resist.

At that time, I could only rely on Newt to fight against Grindelwald. "

Dumbledore put his glasses back on, and his old look suddenly became radiant again, and his blue eyes shone with light.

"Okay." He said: "I admit it, Moon. The main reason why I want to fight against Grindelwald is that I feel that I should take responsibility."

"What responsibility do you have?"

"Grindelwald wanted to put wizards over Muggles, didn't he," Dumbledore said, "with typical radicalism.

Well, Voldemort also had this slogan - of course, it was just a slogan. For Riddle, it was just a way for him to win over people.

But Grindelwald is different. He sincerely wants to promote the development of this matter. He almost became the president of the International Federation of Wizards and gained the authority to implement this plan. "

"Then you uncovered his conspiracy, didn't you?" Mu En said.

"Ah, yes." Dumbledore nodded: "But this is the reason why I stopped him.

What he wanted to do was that I had known Grindelwald for a long time, when we were still in Godric's Hollow, when I was still a teenager. "

"Yeah, youth." Mu En nodded meaningfully.

There was a moment of embarrassment on Dumbledore's face, and then memories quickly washed away the embarrassment like a flood.

"Yes, youth is like an alcoholic, we will always do some irrational things, right.

I am no exception. Because of some past events, I witnessed the conflict between Muggles and wizards.

Grindelwald said that he didn't understand why wizards would hide and give up the vast and beautiful world to Muggles.

In short, we had roughly the same views, and at that time, we had arrogant ambitions that were much greater than our strength. Just like every young person, we were determined that we would change the world and were willing to take action. "

"Then you became a teacher?" Mu En asked.

When Dumbledore heard this, he couldn't help but smile to himself.

"Yes, Mu En, youth is like alcoholism. After drinking, it's better not to make any decisions.

I'm lucky. Aberforth has always been reckless, but he is obviously more mature than me.

Just when I wanted to leave with Grindelwald, Aberforth stopped me. Some conflicts also broke out that made me regret my whole life. In short, what I wanted to do back then fell through.

But I still think that Grindelwald appeared in the political arena thirty years later and established the Wizarding Party, intending to use violence to open the barriers between wizards and Muggles, even at the risk of provoking Germany to launch a rebellion."

After saying that, Dumbledore couldn't help but sigh:

"In short, Grindelwald would have done those things at that time, and I must bear certain responsibilities. This is why I came forward."

After saying that, Dumbledore looked at Moon.

Even after saying so much, he still didn't know what Mu En wanted to know.

Moon also understood Dumbledore's intention and explained: "I'm just curious as to why you would duel with Grindelwald under the 'anticipation of everyone'."

Dumbledore's words paused for a moment, his eyes rested on the tea cup for a moment, and then he picked up the cup and drank the thick honey water in it.

"Actually, I don't know either," he said.

"Things come together in secret. In fact, we always did things in a secretive way. Newt's identity at the time was a magical biologist traveling among various countries.

I just stayed in school and taught honestly.

I don’t know why at the end, suddenly and inexplicably, people all over the world were looking forward to me, a teacher who teaches in schools, to fight against that unrivaled dark politician.

I was fifty years old that year. After Ariana left, I returned to school disheartened. I had little reputation in the wizarding world and just taught quietly. For so many years, I always suspected that the Ministry of Magic was responsible. hands and feet.

But that doesn't make sense. People at the Ministry of Magic didn't know my abilities at the time.

I don’t even know. After all, I haven’t had much contact with others since I was twenty years old. "

"But the whole world is expecting you to kill Grindelwald." Mu En smiled.

"That's right." Dumbledore nodded, but felt that Moon's choice of words was not quite appropriate.

"There seems to be an invisible hand driving all of this."

Moon pushed the cup that Dumbledore pushed towards him back.

There was thick honey inside, no water, at least Mu En didn't see any.

"Then what would you think if I said that this invisible hand appeared again?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly.

Then Mu En told him the news that Scrimgeour had told him before.

"It's really wonderful." Dumbledore said with a curious look on his face: "Dreams are generally related concepts only in the theory of divination."

As he said that, he looked at Mu En again.

"Then who is this dream about?"

"Merlin?" Mu En said tentatively: "The oak tree of Avalon contains Merlin's body, so if I say this, there is no problem."

"Merlin?" Dumbledore nodded, and after a moment he suddenly stood up and started to stop in front of his bookcase.

His bookcase is not big and contains mostly banned books. They are not the so-called banned books in the restricted section of the library, but in fact they are just high-end books that require certain qualifications to be read.

Here are the real, absolutely forbidden books.

For example, "Advanced Black Magic Revealed" records how to make Horcruxes.

Of course, Dumbledore was not focusing on this at the moment.

Instead, he took out an old, tattered sheepskin book.

After a while, he returned to his desk and spread the book in front of Muen. The edges of the ancient parchment had turned black, and the ink had soaked into the leather, drawing a flowing, black and strange existence.

It was like a silent and flowing life form without substance.

"The dream demon." Muen said slowly.

"It is extinct." Dumbledore said.

Muen already understood what Dumbledore wanted to express. If there was any connection between the dream demon and the discussion just now, it was - Merlin!

There are many legends about Merlin's life, but the most famous and most recognized legend in the wizarding world is that Merlin is a half-blood.

A half-blood of humans like Hagrid, Flitwick, and Fleur, and other races.

His mother was a human.

As for his father, there are many legends, such as a demon, an elf, or - a dream demon.

"There really is such a thing." Mu En was quite surprised: "But. Are you sure this thing can reproduce with humans?"

"This is not uncommon." Dumbledore said: "It is not necessarily the conventional reproduction logic, right."

Both of them tried their best to use some biased words to explain this matter, so as not to appear so vulgar.

Mu En nodded helplessly: "Okay, let's assume that this matter may be related to the dream demon or Merlin, then what is the purpose?"

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head.