Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Chapter 92 A little...dish

Things happened to Quirrell just as quickly as they came. He was not innocent. He chose to become Voldemort's supporter entirely of his own free will.

He is very smart, but wisdom and desire are like two gladiators who have been competing for a long time, sometimes winning or losing.

Under Voldemort's bewitchment, at that time, his desire obviously defeated his reason.

He chose a path of no return.

"Become a loyal believer of the Dark Lord and help him regain control of his kingdom. The one who will get the highest honor in the end will definitely be the one who helps the Dark Lord resurrect!"

At least, that's what Quirrell thought.

In the end, he died in the empty underground classroom.

His death was buried, and Dumbledore casually sent the Ministry back.

A few days later, in the principal's office.

"Can't you delete this course and teach it under a new cover? For example, the anti-black magic research course!"

Dumbledore shook his head: "It's completely useless, and it will only make the consequences of the curse more serious."

"For example, if I teach Defense Against the Dark Arts for one year this year and transfer to the Transfiguration course next year, what about the rotation of teachers?" Moon asked while teasing Fox.

Fox buried his head under his wings and ignored him.

"It's useless." Dumbledore couldn't help but laugh a little when he saw Fox's gesture.

"Want to try it? Curse!" he said.

Mu En thought for a moment, then nodded...

Dumbledore opened the side door of the office and walked with Moon on the eighth floor. He said a little tiredly: "I've never been good at cursing. If you want to take a look, that would be great."

"I'm not very good at curses either." Moon shook his head. Dumbledore always wanted to put a high hat on him, as if this could easily block him from doing things.

"Are you not good at cursing? I heard that Borgin has disappeared for a long time!" Dumbledore suddenly turned around and said, "I know it was you who did it. I can't think of anyone other than you!"

"Why are you so sure?" Mu En glanced at him.

"Because he has been tortured by the curse for decades, he repeatedly requested many famous wizards more than 20 years ago, hoping that someone could help him lift the curse.

But no one has ever been able to help him. The curse is very difficult, so difficult... Bo Jin no longer mentions it, and now perhaps few people remember him and his curse.

But you know, when people get old, they always like to look back on the past. "

"I just happened to know it." Mu En said.

"You have to give it a try, right?" As he said that, he took Mu En to an extremely remote small corridor on the eighth floor. Then he turned around and faced a wall.

There are many doors and walls in Hogwarts that like to exchange appearances. Some of them look like walls, but are actually doors that can be pushed open.

Some are doors, but when opened, there are impassable walls inside.

Obviously, this is the former.

Dumbledore walked towards the wall. Suddenly, under the sunshine outside the corridor window, ripples appeared on the wall, like running water.

Mu En also followed closely and followed in.

As soon as I entered it, a smell of dust filled my nose. It was obvious that this was a tower that no one cared about. In front of them, there was only a staircase that led directly upward.

"There are no house elves to clean here?!" Mu En waved his hand, and a strong wind swept through the entire empty tower, and the air suddenly became a little fresher.

"No entry or exit is allowed here." Dumbledore explained and took the lead to walk up the stairs.

On the stairs, there was a platform located on the half side of the tower. The sun shined in from the window. The two people stepped onto the platform, only to see that there was only a very old long table on the empty platform.

There is an ancient book on the table with a black dragon skin cover that has peeled off. Beside it sat a small silver inkwell, holding a long faded quill.

"Is this the Book of Access and the Pen of Acceptance?" Mu En walked closer and looked at the book and the quill carefully.

Dumbledore nodded and raised his hand slightly without touching the pages, and the pages began to turn slowly on their own.

His eyes swept over the names one after another, and he murmured: "This is the core of Hogwarts. The four founders worked together to create the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance. Since the founding of the school, they have It exists and no one has ever touched it again.

Even Minerva, who comes here every year to register new students, would not touch it directly with her hands. "

As he spoke, the pages suddenly escaped Dumbledore's control. It turned the pages on its own and quickly locked on a page from 1992.

The pen of acceptance jumped out of the inkwell and added a new name.

"Luna Lovegood - February 13, 1981."

"I think this child may be the last of his year to be added to the books," said Dumbledore.

"Hmm..." Mu En responded casually: "There won't be any little wizard who accidentally breaks in here."

"Of course not, few people come here." Dumbledore said.

"Really?" Mu En looked at him with a half-smile: "Voldemort must have been here before, right under your nose.

He had taken hold of this pen and entered the depths of the magical fabric of Hogwarts, planting a curse on Defense Against the Dark Arts. "

Saying that, Moon spread his hands and looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore hesitated for a moment, then gently raised his fingertips and handed the pen of acceptance to Moon's hand.

Mu En held the quill and faced the Book of Access. In just a moment, he understood the general method of using it.

The next moment, the Book of Access began to turn its pages. However, no matter how much it was turned, the old and yellowed parchment on the left and right sides were still the same amount.

It seems that this book has infinite pages.

Then, the page suddenly stopped, a blank parchment appeared on the page, and Mu En slowly started writing.

The moment the silver ink touched the yellow paper, everything around it seemed to be stretched endlessly away.

In the blink of an eye, he came to the vast void. When he looked up, the stars were shining brightly.

Red, green, blue and yellow, four galaxies intertwined to form a beautiful picture.

He raised his hand slightly and pointed at the galaxy...

In the tower, the skylight outside the window fell on the two people who were still. Mu En slowly opened his eyes, opened his hand, and the pen of acceptance jumped back into the silver ink bottle.

He shook his head: "Riddle borrowed the power of blood to plant the seeds of curse deep in Hogwarts. Without the blood of the four founders, it would be difficult to enter the deep magic logic loop of the castle to clear it."

Mu En paused: "And this kind of curse involving fate..."

"You don't believe in fate, I know." Dumbledore smiled.

Mu En looked at him without saying a word, the fateful arguments of that day still vivid in her mind.

"It seems you have something you can't handle." Dumbledore turned around and said.

The two of them walked down the stairs.

"After all, this kind of troublesome work is very tiring, but I have other ways to solve it...it depends on whether you mind."

Dumbledore was a little helpless and showed his age: "This castle is considered an antique after all, so let's forget it."

In fact, he still doesn't know very well how old Mu En is. Why is his mentality always so... young!

…

A few days later, Moon suddenly discovered that he seemed to have been tricked by Dumbledore again!

The news of his decision to become Defense Against the Dark Arts professor somehow got out.

As a result, one quiet and peaceful morning, Professor McGonagall came to visit in a hurry, which directly silenced a young couple who were pretending to read below.

At this time, Mu En was holding the devil's advocate, leaning lazily on the sofa, with her feet resting on the red footstool, which felt so comfortable.

"Professor Jones, I would like to ask you about the arrangements for the Defense Against the Dark Arts final exam." She stepped forward and said.

? ?

Hearing Professor McGonagall's words, he was confused!

Is this...professor? !

"Isn't that...Qiluo's business?" Mu En picked up a small piece of dried fish and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Why do you eat dried fish?" Professor McGonagall suddenly looked serious: "Jones, have the sequelae of Animagus begun to appear?!"

"Oh... no, I just think this one tastes better." Moon looked embarrassed: "After all, Dumbledore is not a real old bee, right."

"puff…"

Below, a girl sitting slightly closer couldn't help but laugh.

Suddenly, there was some silence.

…

"Okay, let's talk about the final exam. But I think there is nothing to test. How about giving everyone a passing grade for free? I don't even know what they learned from the stuttering Quirrell. "

Professor McGonagall looked helplessly at the students around her. She wanted to say directly, "I learned nothing."

But there were too many children around, and she couldn't speak out.

"Professor Jones, I think it's time for you to have a proper office. After all, you will be a professor in the future." She suggested in a low voice.

Then she thought about it seriously, nodded helplessly, and said tactfully: "I don't think you need to be too strict in terms of grades. After all, your requirements may be different from what Quirrell teaches.

But I still recommend that you hold a final exam so that you can find out how good these kids are at defense against the dark arts.

This makes it easier to plan in advance and prepare for teaching in the next semester, right? "

Professor McGonagall is indeed an old professor who has taught at Hogwarts for more than thirty years.

Not only teaches children.

It also teaches teachers how to be teachers.

Mu En was silent for a long time, and had to admit that what the other party said was reasonable, so she could only nod.

"Well, thank you for the advice, Professor McGonagall."

After sending Professor McGonagall away, Mu En looked at the children and clapped her hands helplessly.

"Okay kids, I think you heard it, I need to get a proper office."

"Are you moving away?" asked the girl who couldn't help laughing just now.

"I'm sorry, yes." Mu En looked at the girl. She was the girl who wanted a cat head mask.

"Mrs. Pingsi will definitely not trust you after I am gone. So I am sorry that the reading room will be disbanded. I am very happy to spend this year with you all."

This is the truth. If he wasn't here to stare, Mrs. Pince would definitely not want them to take away books from the library at will.

"Okay." Everyone was a little less interested.

"Professor, can you tell us what questions you are going to give us to test?" someone asked.

Over the past year, Mu En has gotten along very well with the children. His lack of pretensions and affability have become the children's impression of him.

Immediately, after someone asked this question, everyone in the reading room raised their heads and looked at him expectantly.

"I don't know either." Mu En shook his head: "Honestly, I've been here for a year, and people come to ask me questions every day. I also know about spells, transfiguration, potions, and even ancient magic texts and Muggle studies. Answered for people.

But... no one has ever come up to me and asked me about Defense Against the Dark Arts.

I even doubt whether you have a clear concept of black magic and defense. "

His words were like knives, accurately piercing into everyone's heart.

Everyone suddenly felt a little ashamed, and suddenly felt that the amiable Mr. Jones in front of them seemed to have changed into a different person!

"Of course, I'm not targeting you. I just want to say that because of the special circumstances of this course for a long time, you have a little..."

"We learned a little bit!" Fred answered quickly.

"Uh, no!" Mu En was rummaging through his brain, trying to find a gentler word.

"You guys are a little... bad!"

He admitted that he tried his best.

The young wizards suddenly looked embarrassed, and some even wiped the non-existent sweat from their foreheads.

"Be more open-minded. This at least means that I won't give you too difficult questions." Mu En comforted.

"So, what could it be?" the girl continued to ask.

"That can't be said." Mu En shook his head and sat back down.

The rest of the people had no intention of continuing to read, and they left one by one to tell everyone that the Defense Against the Dark Arts final exam was about to resume.

Looking at the empty reading room, for some reason, he suddenly felt a little lost.

After all, this is the rare deserted place that has been here for so long.

Standing up, Mu En closed the door and took one last look at the reading room.

"Mr. Cat!" the smiling girl greeted him.

"Oh, good afternoon, Sindel!" Mu En responded.

"Are you moving somewhere else?" she asked with a smile.

Mu En nodded: "Yes, on the second floor, Defense Against the Dark Arts office. I think you should have learned about it from the mouths of the little wizards who just went out."

"Okay." She waved her hand: "It seems that there will be fewer opportunities to meet in the future."

"Yes." Mu En nodded, said goodbye and left.

Sindel sat on the cushion on the green lawn and looked at the sky in the painting.

She could clearly know that this sky was different from the sky she had seen before.

She looked outside, wanting to cross the corridor and look at the clear blue sky outside.

Suddenly, a big, furry face appeared in front of her frame.

"I suddenly remembered something." Moon said: "Dumbledore suggested that I hang a portrait or photo in the office for easy contact.

After thinking about it, I can only think of you. I wonder if you are willing! "

"Is this a job invitation?" Sindel looked at him.

"Of course." Mu En nodded.

"It's a great honor." Sindel nodded happily.

It seems that that smile... is much better than the one her painter gave her...

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