Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Mu En opened the door, and Lucifer immediately asked curiously: "What's inside?"

"It's nothing, just a lonely old man." Mu En sat on the sofa and breathed a sigh of relief, with a smile on his face.

There are many secret things that will not be recorded in books.

This is why he is interested in Grindelwald. A wizard who was once the leader in the world is naturally worth talking to.

"Arrogant Riddle..." Moon recalled Grindelwald's words, and if she said she wasn't surprised, that would be a lie.

Once, he only had glimpses of that dark era from books, and thought that Voldemort was a terrorist in rural England.

Unexpectedly, this guy actually came to Nurmengard and proudly declared to Grindelwald that he would start from the place where he fell!

From the beginning, Voldemort was targeting Dumbledore.

And Grindelwald also affirmed his power...

"interesting…"

"What's so interesting? What did you do again? And you didn't tell me?" Lucifer's eyes suddenly widened and he asked three times in displeasure.

"Speak! Don't you say there are ants crawling all over my body!!"

Mu En stood up and stretched.

"Sleep!"

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…

Early the next morning, Mu En got up early.

He didn't plan to go to Hogwarts, although Mrs. Pince did look forward to him repairing those precious books quickly, but...

There are more interesting things to do!

First, he changed his clothes and adjusted the increasingly thick scarf around his neck, and then walked out of the castle with a stack of parchment.

Just as he entered the ruins of Nurmengard, he saw a ragged elf with big ears and thin limbs walking out of the castle.

His eyes as big as light bulbs seemed to be covered with a layer of white blinds, making them unclear. With stiff steps, he walked straight past Mu En and walked outside.

A house elf who had the Imperius Curse cast on him.

Mu En was a little stunned. It seemed that the person in charge of the prison had reached an extreme level of fear of Grindelwald.

I don’t know if they dared to intercept and inspect Grindelwald when he sent the letter.

Following yesterday's path, he soon arrived outside Grindelwald's prison a few minutes later.

He just sat on the floor, with a dinner plate on the small table containing exquisite food.

When he saw someone coming, he didn't care. He casually picked up the food with his hands and stuffed it into his mouth.

Mu En raised his hand slightly, and the pile of parchment slowly flew towards the iron bed. He just leaned on the wall outside the door, drinking the prepared energy potion.

Not in a hurry…

After a while, when Grindelwald finished eating, he waved his hand and all the dishes disappeared.

"Riddle seems to be much more extreme than you." Moon said.

Grindelwald stood up and picked up a piece of parchment: "It's a bit drastic, but not as exaggerated as the rumors.

He does support pure-blood theory, but does not completely rule out half-blood wizards and Muggle wizards. In fact, in the eyes of people like him, whether they are pure blood, mixed blood, Muggle wizards, or Muggles, they are all beneath him, and no one is qualified to be on an equal footing with him.

He advocated pure blood theory, but under the circumstances at that time, pure blood wizards were the easiest targets for him to win over. Everyone knew after that that not long after establishing the organization, his violent and arrogant nature was fully revealed. "

"I see." Mu En nodded and asked, "What do you think about pure blood theory?"

"The only family that can truly rise to the level of blood is the Dumbledore family. Their family has some relationship with the Phoenix, but that's it." Grindelwald said, and then he seemed to relax for a while.

"The others... are just some families that have been inherited to this day. As for Riddle, he is actually a mixed-blood, and the Slytherin blood has bloomed again in him.

This does not meet the conditions for talking about blood, it is just genius. There are geniuses in this world! "

As he spoke, Grindelwald looked away from the parchment and looked out the window. An owl was flying from the sky, holding a letter on its feet.

Then he blinked, and the owl disappeared, and there was nothing in the sky except clouds...

His voice became even lower and he looked away from the window:

"Think about it, if an arrogant genius is not motivated by profit, would he be willing to attribute his glory to his birth and bloodline?" He said lightly:

"For him, Slytherin's bloodline is just a crown, a symbol of his orthodoxy, the crystallization of his power, and the object of worship by believers.

And what makes him sit on the throne is what makes his followers kneel.

It’s still the sword in my hand! "

Mu En was a little surprised: "You admire him very much?!"

“Apart from the fact that he’s a death-phobe, I think he’s a success.

on the other hand…"

He suddenly felt like he was gritting his teeth, and there was a lot of trembling in his voice:

"As long as...as long as he goes against that bastard Albus, he will be a guy worthy of admiration and a true warrior!!"

Grindelwald's voice gradually became louder, and he laughed and cursed with disdain:

"Haha, it was his own fault! He was the one who trained Riddle. He has long seen that Riddle is an anti-human character who regards himself as above all others. He has long since seen it!

But he just wants to stick to that hypocritical demeanor! Where is the child who thinks he can change, oh yes, with love? Where is his love? ! "

As he spoke, his emotions became more and more uncontrollable. The whole castle passed through the howling wind, and the gravel was like small bullets, hitting his face with pain. He pushed out of the barrier and looked at Grindelwald quietly. .

"I reminded him, I asked him to peel off his hateful, disgusting mask of hypocrisy and strangle Riddle right in the cradle.

But he couldn't do it, he didn't want to tear off his hypocritical mask, which had already taken root on his face! He kept hesitating and hesitating until Riddle's haze enveloped the entire UK, and finally he fell into the hands of a baby! ! "

As he spoke, he roared suddenly and at the top of his lungs:

"Then who the hell will tell me - why?! Why did he stand in front of the whole world and stand opposite me!!"

Mu En's figure had already taken a few steps back, clinging to the wall, and the wind roared, just like Grindelwald's roar at this time.

This centenarian, who has been imprisoned in this lonely place for more than forty years, has gone from his sticky voice that seemed to have not spoken for a long time yesterday to his roar today.

No one knows how many emotions he has accumulated, how many joys, angers, sorrows and joys he wants to release.

And Mu En seemed to know who this guy was writing to when he asked for parchment.

After all, when Voldemort began to emerge in the wizarding world, he was imprisoned here early.

and…

Is that what he thought?

Okay, forget it, it’s better not to speculate...

He held his hat awkwardly, then took out his pocket watch, and the brass cover popped open.

"Well, I'm sorry, I have something to do later, so I might have to leave first."

After saying that, he turned around and ran away regardless of what this guy thought.

After Mu En left, the strong wind roared for an unknown amount of time before the old man who was lying on the ground slowly got up.

He was extremely tired, so he sat on the ground, leaning on the iron frame of the bed, put his hand on the mattress, picked up a piece of parchment, and then climbed to the low table and picked up the quill.

——Albus

He frowned, then passed his hand across the parchment, and the ink was wiped off.

——Dumbledore

Then he still felt uneasy. It had been too long since he had received a reply, so he should... yes, he should be more respectful and close.

——Dear Albus