Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The repair work of books is obviously a little more difficult than Mu En thought.

The pages were torn, but he could still salvage them a little. Missing handwriting is also possible, but supplementing the handwriting requires a lot of knowledge, experience, and reference texts.

Of course, this is still within the acceptable range.

However... Pingsi may have misunderstood something.

Like...mistaking him for Dr. Stephen Strange.

The pages were missing, and he didn't have the Eye of Agamotto, so he could go back in time and replenish the pages.

These are really powerless.

Fortunately, although the days of repairing books were a bit boring, it still gave him something to do. Overall, my life was quite fulfilling.

On Friday, on the fifth floor, the breeze brought sunshine in from the window, and two sparrows were playing at the eaves of the window.

In the empty office, the bright candlesticks burned all the time, and the soothing green smoke slowly drifted away.

On the gramophone, the vinyl records kept rolling, and melodious piano music slowly spread out from the gilded brass speakers.

Mu En leaned on the sofa, holding a book that needed repairing in her hand.

This is a book about painting, with many missing writing problems.

In front of him, the mage's hand controlled four identical painting books or manuscripts, and they were constantly turning.

He is absorbing painting-related knowledge from it so that he can logically complete the books in his hand.

This is the restoration of ancient books. In addition to requiring various skills, the restorer also needs to have a large amount of knowledge reserves.

Generally speaking, he would not choose this way of reading. His information processing ability is indeed sufficient, and his memory is able to remember the content.

However, when it comes to the understanding of knowledge, this way of reading is undoubtedly a matter of swallowing it whole.

But if you use it here...

Dong Dong——

"Come in!" Mu En stood up slightly, and several books fell one after another and were stacked on the table.

The door opened slowly, and a brown-haired girl who looked to be no more than fourteen or fifteen years old came in.

"Hello, professor!" She stuck her head out and held on to the door frame, feeling a little scared.

"I'm not a professor, what's wrong?" Mu En asked.

The girl timidly said in a low voice: "Well... I want to borrow a book. Mrs. Pince said the book is here and asked me to come to you."

"Come in and find it yourself." Mu En nodded and then returned his gaze to the book in his hand.

She pushed the door open and walked straight in. Then he looked at the pile of books around Mu En and felt a little confused.

"Please show me the door. I have music here. If I put it in the library, Mrs. Pingsi will blame me." Mu En's voice sounded.

"Okay." She nodded quickly and closed the door. Mu En gently pushed a floating candlestick next to her, and the candlestick swayed gently like a fallen leaf, providing light for the girl.

Then, he looked at the contents of the book again.

"In 1872, I decided to get out of the wizarding world... In Le in northwest France... I met a man named Claude... who impressed me deeply. There was really no skill... but the magic was that I thought it was beautiful... and it didn't take long Later...the newspapers ridiculed...the academics..."

"Tsk!" Mu En clicked his tongue in displeasure. It would be very difficult to repair the content of such an autobiographical text. Especially...Sebastian Hedlund - this is a little-known guy.

Thinking about it, he put down the book and suddenly found the girl standing straight in front of the desk.

"Any more questions?" Mu En asked confused.

"Well, the book I'm looking for...is in your hand." The girl stretched out her hand and pointed at the book in Mu En's hand.

Um?

"I didn't expect that there are still people in the magic world reading books about painting. It's not easy." Mu En sighed, and then handed the book over.

"Yes, there are many painters in our family. Both my great-grandfather and grandfather painted portraits of the principals of Hogwarts." The girl said with a little show off: "Including this book, it is also my great-grandfather's. !”

Mu En was suddenly a little surprised: "Your surname is Hedlund?"

The girl nodded: "Yes, my name is Janice Hedlund, a fourth year Hufflepuff."

"Can you tell me about your great-grandfather? I am restoring this book." Mu En said.

Janice had some embarrassment on her face: "Sorry, sir. This...I might..."

Mu En looked at the expression on her face and realized that there was a gap of several generations, how could she expect this girl to remember it.

"But you can find some magic paintings and ask." Janice said: "Hogwarts has many high-level and precious magic paintings. Although most of their memories will be quickly forgotten over time. But those created in the early days Memories within one or two years will be remembered forever.”

Mu En was a little surprised. He didn't accidentally have a problem with the so-called magic painting memory. But he was surprised that there was a painting of this girl's great-grandfather in Hogwarts.

He had already read about the problem of magic paintings from other books. What you saw and heard when the magic paintings were first created will be remembered forever.

For example, the portraits of the principals at Hogwarts. Before the principal retires, the artists will complete the portraits in advance and then place them in the principal's office so that the portraits can learn from the speech, behavior and thinking patterns of the previous principals.

And these will be engraved in the bones of those magic paintings, adding a sense of reality to them.

Paintings are naturally divided into levels. The lowest level of painting is no different from a photograph that has been dripped with developing liquid or a picture printed in the Daily Prophet.

The most they could do was glance or smile, their bodies swayed slightly, and they were unable to move between photos.

The better ones are like the ones on the Chocolate Frog card, but they're not that advanced.

As for these Hogwarts paintings and those unique portraits that can be shuttled back and forth, they can be called real magic paintings.

They have memory, they have thinking, and they can talk. Occasionally, he would make bets between Hogwarts students for fun, he would scare children who wandered at night, and he would even lead young wizards and wizards!

"Are there any paintings of your great-grandfather here?" Mu En asked.

"Of course, there's one right outside your office."

"who?"

""Spring Outing" is directly opposite your door. In the painting is a girl named Xundele." She said.

"What a coincidence?!" Mu En raised her brows, then stood up and wanted to go out to confirm. Suddenly she remembered something and turned around.

"Ms. Hedlund, do you know what it means to cross the line in painting?"

The little girl frowned and thought for a while before shaking her head blankly: "Sorry sir, I seem to have some impressions...but I can't remember anything."

"Okay." Mu En nodded and opened the main door of the office.

But as soon as he went out, he met Harry.

"Captain!" Harry waved and trotted over.

"Harry, what's the matter?" Mu En was curious.

"Hagrid...Hagrid just asked an owl to deliver a letter to me. He invited me to go to his place in the afternoon, and asked me to ask if you are going?"

Mu En shook his head, feeling a little regretful: "Sorry, I promised Professor McGonagall to attend their afternoon tea this afternoon.

By the way, how was your week? "

"It's okay." After Harry thought for a moment, he was a little disappointed that Moon couldn't go to Hagrid's hut.

"But... the bad relationship between Gryffindor and Slytherin is more intense than I thought. Because of Hermione, I vaguely heard some bad words when I was in the lounge." Harry said .

Mu En nodded: "What is your plan?"

"They'll regret it if I catch them," Harry said, his tone unusually firm.

Moon nodded and patted Harry on the shoulder.

"As long as you have a clear conscience, you can do it boldly without worrying too much!"

"As for the outside..."

Mu En looked out the window calmly, with memories in his expression, recalling the time when he and Hal were at the Royal Academy of Magic.

“What my teacher did back then, I will do now.”