Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Hogwarts, empty.

The train has already set off for who knows how long, and only a few students are still in school. They either have to prepare for exams, or they are not interested in competitions.

A shadow crossed the green grass and quickly headed towards the court.

He disappeared without a trace and did not cause any commotion. Only the green grass bowed slightly, proving the traces of his arrival.

On the court, in the former referee's room, there was now only Mu En sitting quietly on the sofa.

He slowly opened his eyes, then stood up and straightened his collar.

It's like welcoming guests.

After a while, the door was opened.

A figure wearing a black robe walked in.

Silence began to pervade this space.

The sofa leaned towards the table, and tea and meals appeared on the table.

"Sit down, it seems you want to chat."

The figure in the black robe still did not take off his hood, but froze in place. The sharp eyes under the robe looked directly at Mu En and followed him.

"You don't seem very surprised that I'm here."

"Of course I'm surprised." Mu En sat on the sofa and poured tea for the person opposite him easily.

"But I'm in a good mood now," he said.

The figure in black robe also sat opposite, listening quietly.

"You still didn't listen to me, did you?" Mu En asked.

"I know." The shadow wanted to say something, but stopped as soon as the words reached his lips.

"But. I. I can't do it."

"People's understanding of truth is always superficial. Even the most mature people will have things they cannot face and want to try to change." Mu En said easily.

"It's actually not bad. After all, you don't listen to me anymore. You have your own ideas. This is not a bad thing."

"I -" Black Shadow's tone became anxious. He could not be so calm and said quickly: "Voldemort organized a prison robbery, and all the prisoners in Azkaban ran out."

"Are there any innocent people injured?" Mu En asked.

"There's a strike from Azkaban—"

"What about the others?" Moon asked again: "I'm talking about the students of Hogwarts, their parents, and those who were implicated despite not taking any responsibility - anyone."

"London? No, no."

Mu En nodded with satisfaction: "London. Okay, that's a success."

"But--"

"No need." Mu En raised her hand and interrupted him: "How about we leave some surprises for ourselves?"

"But...it's a ruin." The shadow said.

Mu En stood up, walked around the table slowly, and patted the shadow on the shoulder.

"I believe that's the best ending."

These words came out so unrealistically, just like a believer praying to the Lord.

However, the next moment, Mu En corrected him.

"This belief comes from you and me. I have absolute confidence in you!"

"Me me?"

"Yes." Mu En walked behind him, touching his fingers and stroking in front of him.

That is the posture of thinking.

After a while, Mu En continued to speak.

"I don't think I've ever said that before," he said.

The black shadow quickly turned his head and looked at Mu En expectantly, with a trembling tone: "What did you say?"

Mu En smiled silently and said: "Sometimes it's not good to be too subtle, but I did make it clear in front of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, or other teachers."

After saying that, he looked at the eyes under the black shadow's hood.

"I'm proud of you, kid."

After saying that, Mu En nodded and finally said: "It's time for me to make some preparations. You can do what you think you should do.

As I said just now, I still trust you and you have grown up. "

After that, his figure disappeared into the wind.

Looking at the empty referee room, the black figure turned around and leaned weakly on the table.

After a moment, he took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes feebly.

Midway through the race.

In terms of distance, Harry and Hermione were no longer in first place. Some people gave up their previous events and chose to run towards the finish line instead.

The two Durmstrang teams, for example, seemed to have given up on the points they could gain from these games and moved to the front.

High in the air, Hermione suddenly slapped her head in annoyance: "Oops!"

"What's wrong?" Harry turned around and asked.

"I always feel that I should have done better in the last project." She said: "If I use blood to perform sacrifices, I will definitely get full marks."

"That's all about the third project." Harry smiled easily: "Let bygones be bygones."

In the third project, in order to seek more production resources, clans and tribes gradually formed alliances. Later, private ownership emerged, classes emerged, and finally [states] and [civilizations] emerged.

In this era, wizards gradually separated from social production, and some of them entered the country and became [priests] with unique status.

The content of the competition is to hold a sacrificial ceremony, which is to use the combination of magic words, things existing in the material world, dance movements, etc. to complete an advanced spellcasting without using a wand. "

It was also from this project that content that truly went beyond what was taught in normal schools appeared - it was this kind of competition content that gave truly knowledgeable people a stage to perform.

Many people have understood that instead of spending time in every competition, it is better to choose what they are good at.

The fourth project takes the time to the era when Hogwarts was founded - an era when young wizards were attacked.

"Time came after the emergence of civilization. Wizards in aristocratic status were no longer content to be controlled by royal power.

They began to pretend to be [religion], calling themselves the spokespersons of the gods, and promoted the divine right of kings, gaining the supreme status.

In order to ensure the stable status of its own god's spokesperson, the religion called any witches among the people the devil's spokesperson, and launched the first witch hunting movement.

At this time, the content of the competition required them to save a young wizard who was about to be burned to death in the village.

That game didn't take them much time.

At this moment, Harry descended slowly and finally came to a hidden castle in the Yorkshire Dales National Park.

The castle is ancient, and you can see many exquisite murals and sculptures when you walk inside.

Dumbledore once again appeared in the center of the castle hall, telling them about the fifth project of this competition.

“From the fourteenth to the sixteenth centuries, people no longer believed in religion blindly. They were extremely disgusted with each other’s hypocritical asceticism and theocratic status.

But at that time, there was no mature enough literary and artistic system to replace religious thought, so they began to rely on the culture of ancient Greece and Rome to express their own culture and ideological ideas.

At this point, the Renaissance began.

As wizards who have suffered from religious oppression, you have also chosen to stand up at this time and contribute your strength.

Please each of you create a piece of content related to culture and art. The subject matter and form are not limited. "

After hearing this, Hermione's face suddenly became a little confused.

"It's the direction I'm least good at." She muttered, looking at Harry quietly.

If you don't want to, just give up.

"I feel like I can give it a try." Harry said easily.

Then, he took Hermione and talked about the idea of ​​using transfiguration to make a sculpture.