Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Teacher, I have a question." Neville whispered.

"Raise your head." Grindelwald stared at him: "Do you want everyone who faces you to look at the top of their head and talk?"

"I'm sorry."

Grindelwald was a little unhappy: "My bones are very hard, but this posture is really too soft."

As he said this, he thought of Harry Potter, Moon's student.

Strong body, good posture, clean clothes.

They can't change a person - but they can improve it!

“Starting today, I want you to spend five minutes every night before going to bed thinking about what you are going to wear tomorrow.

Also from today on, I need you to raise your head and refrain from hesitating when speaking, no matter who you are facing.

From today on, in addition to morning exercises with them every morning, you also need more physical exercises to give yourself a good body and a solid foundation for your spirit.

I don't care if you find this stuff beneficial, but I want you to do it. "

"Ah okay, teacher!"

"Don't talk in front of, um, this, that!" Grindelwald said unhappily.

"Sorry! Teacher!"

"Okay, what do you want to ask?" Seeing this, Grindelwald changed the topic.

"Where is the Barty Crouch II who the newspaper said escaped?"

Grindelwald wanted to tell Neville about this, but he didn't expect that the other party would take the initiative to ask questions at this time.

Thinking about it, he asked with interest: "Why do you want to know this?"

"I don't want to see guys like this wandering around anymore," Neville said. "Besides, I'm worried about my parents. They are in St. Mungo's Hospital."

"You should know that after he escaped, your Aurors arranged for people to protect them."

"It's impossible to protect him all the time!" Neville said with certainty. He would never have used such a positive tone before.

"As long as he is outside, I can't let go. It's okay if I don't know about it, but if I know it, I can't help but care about it!"

"How did you know?" Grindelwald looked at Neville curiously: "Moon Jones sent instructions to the Daily Prophet and told them not to report this matter."

"Huh?" Neville was surprised now.

"Professor Jones, did he tell the newspaper not to report on my parents while reporting on Barty Crouch II?"

"That's right, at least that's the case according to the information I got." Grindelwald said somewhat unhappily.

This information was told to him by Dumbledore through letters.

Now the two have been exchanging letters from time to time.

What displeased him was that Dumbledore actually turned a blind eye to Moon's manipulation of power.

Thinking of this, he felt a little bit sour.

Even if he knew what kind of person Moon Jones was, he also knew that the other party's purpose was not to unify the magic world.

But it's just a little bit unpleasant.

"It's the Cruciatus Curse. Through this curse, I recalled that bad, hidden memory!" Neville said quickly.

"Okay." Grindelwald nodded: "So your idea is to protect your parents, and your grandma?"

"Yes."

Grindelwald looked at him up and down in surprise.

"Don't you have even a little bit of desire for revenge?"

"That's too far away for me." Neville shook his head seriously: "I said in Professor Jones's class that I will give priority to and care for those who are still alive!"

"It seems that you think you have the ability to protect?"

"I just want to try." Neville almost lowered his head.

He felt that his idea was a bit stupid and arrogant, and he didn't know the heights of heaven and earth.

But he really couldn't help but care about this matter.

"I said, protection is more difficult than a duel, more difficult than killing someone. Dumbledore can't protect every important person, and it's difficult for me and us to do it." Grindelwald said gloomily. smiled.

"So, if you want to protect someone, the best choice is to decisively and simply deal with the danger or the person who brings the danger.

This is not an absolutely correct rule. For example, the most typical example is that Dumbledore does not believe in such a rule. Perhaps in his view, this is just fighting violence with violence. "Grindelwald said.

Dumbledore's suffering is related to many things, the most inseparable of which, apart from their quarrel in Godric's Hollow, is - Muggles!

Child violence exercised by Muggle children led to Ariana's tragedy.

He asked himself, if he had experienced something like Dumbledore, it would be impossible for him to care so much about those Muggle children.

Perhaps this moral code is one of his sources of strength.

"Is this so?" Neville fell into deep thought, looking for the meaning of [protection] from Grindelwald's words, from Principal Dumbledore, and from the flashing red light in his mind.

“Use it and you may encounter various moral dilemmas one day.

But what I can tell you is that this is the simplest and most effective rule! "

Neville was shocked when he heard this and looked at his teacher in disbelief.

"Potter broke into Azkaban last year, and now you have to deal with one of the escaped prisoners!" As he said, he looked directly at the other person: "Is it difficult?"

"I-I don't know if I can-"

"Change your tone."

"I-" Neville felt his breath hitch for a moment.

There were no uncertainties. What was immediately placed in front of him were two affirmative answers, answers with no turning back.

‘Can I do it, or can I not? ’

After a moment, he looked up.

"good!"

"What you say is what you pour out." Grindelwald nodded: "Then let's get started. Next, learn how to kill a person!"

In the afternoon, Professor McGonagall, who knew everything, came to Dumbledore's office with the form.

"Albus!" She stepped into it, her face pale: "I really didn't expect that there is such an existence in the magical world. This is simply sensational!"

"In Mu En's words, this is caused by the excessive isolation between the world of ordinary people and the world of magic.

Although there is only a wall separating Diagon Alley and London, the two worlds are as distinct as two parallel lines that never intersect.

So when someone crosses the line, it is difficult for us to detect it immediately.

There are not many children in the wizarding world, and one less child may alarm the entire UK. But the Muggle world is not, and their police and people do not understand our methods, which also leads to the probability of these children being saved to be almost zero.

If it weren't for the fact that Neville accidentally wandered into Knockturn Alley during class time at Hogwarts today, making the traffickers think he might be a waif in the wizarding world, we wouldn't even know that such dehumanizing things are happening in the corners of the wizarding world. , happened amidst the laughter and laughter in Diagon Alley. "

"I know, but..." Professor McGonagall twisted her face together and took the chocolate milk handed over by Dumbledore.

"Drink some, it'll warm you up."

After taking a sip of rich chocolate milk, McGonagall calmed down a little and handed the form in her hand to Dumbledore.

"These are the family clues given by those children. There are eighteen of them in total. Except for the girl named Stacey who was seriously injured, everyone else is fine.

The boys are relatively young, the oldest is only eight years old. The average age of the girls is older. The oldest is also the girl named Stacey, who is twelve years old.

In addition, when I asked for their home address, most people could only vaguely name a small place and told me that they were from London.

I suspect the traffickers have processed their memories."

After speaking in one breath, Mag took a deep breath.

Whether it’s the fact that the girls are older than the boys, or the violence and memory manipulation inflicted on these children.

They are undoubtedly indicating one thing.

Their situation there is that of pure commodities, and all their actions are just to maintain the 'quality' of the commodities.

Such cruel behavior made the old professor who cared about every child feel a little breathless.

Dumbledore adjusted his glasses, took the form, and looked at the names one after another carefully.

"Minerva, relax. I think these children must be very anxious about the whereabouts of these children.

We just need to wait for Fudge to contact the Metropolitan Police, and we will definitely be able to contact their parents. "

"Fudge." Mag's mouth formed a straight line, with distrust written all over his face.

"Both Moon and I 'suggested' that the Ministry of Magic contact the London police first, and then discuss the so-called legal and procedural issues after sending these children home." Dumbledore gave an answer that made McGonagall's face look good.

"That's good." Mag nodded.

"Where's Mu En?"

"He went to Hogsmeade," Professor McGonagall said.

"Oh, I remember." Dumbledore patted his head. When he came back, he met Burns, the director of the Department of Legal Enforcement of the Ministry of Magic.

It was during this meeting that Dumbledore learned that Burns had actually purchased Muggle law books to study.

And the other party is planning to come to Mu En to get some legal advice.

Come to think of it, they have already met at the Pig Head Bar.

"Okay, Minerva, can you help me prepare? Personally, I would like to officially announce to our students that a group of special guests have come to our school.

By the way, Mr. Longbottom probably didn't let the entire school know the suffering these children had gone through.

Personally, I still hope that the entire school will not be reminded of this not-so-good memory of theirs. "

"No, it is said that he has disappeared." Professor McGonagall nodded helplessly.

"Then this is good news." Dumbledore nodded, and finally said: "Please help me inform me so that everyone can meet in the evening. Tonight can even be treated as a small party."

"Okay." Professor McGonagall nodded, turned and walked out of the office.

Soon, evening arrived.

Mu En walked back to school from Hogsmeade.

Ask him a legal question?

It's basically the same as asking a fish how to ride a bicycle.

He wished that all those bastards who preyed on women and children would be killed. Even if he met such a person, he would definitely spare no effort to crush them into powder.

But that's what he wants to do, not what the law should do.

Of course, he did recommend to Burns harsh sentences for these related crimes.

As for more, he didn't understand and didn't give random suggestions.

As soon as he walked in, a pale young man came out and looked at him.

"I really don't understand why you keep exercising but there's no color on your face," Mu En said.

Draco didn't expect that the professor would speak to him first. He was a little surprised and at a loss at the same time: "Ah, Professor, I don't know, maybe it's a family inheritance."

"Okay." Mu En nodded indifferently: "What do you want from me?"

"Professor, do you know where Harry is? The frogs and mice he asked me to buy in Hogsmeade are here, but I don't know where he is." Draco asked quickly: "This guy doesn't know lately. I ran there, but every time I tried to look for him, I couldn’t find him.”

"He didn't even go to Hogsmeade?" Mu En was a little surprised. Ordinary children couldn't resist this temptation.

"Yes, neither he nor Granger went." Draco shrugged helplessly.

Mu En shook his head: "You can use the coin you used to contact him."

Hearing Mu En's words, Draco was obviously stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized: "Oh, damn, I forgot about this."

"Yeah." Mu En nodded, and then passed by the little guy.

Draco took out a handful of Galleons from his pocket, and then the group of people passed by him.

"What is that?" a young voice asked curiously.

"I don't know, Wilson, don't talk, shush!"

Draco turned his head, only to see a group of people he had never seen at Hogwarts appear in the school.

ah?

He looked puzzled.

Noticing his gaze, the children couldn't help but shrink their necks.

Among the group of people, the leading girl saw Mu En first and walked up to say hello.

"Professor Jones."

"Why are you here?" Mu En looked at them in surprise: "Where is Professor McGonagall?"

"After leaving the kitchen, Professor McGonagall entrusted us to a male professor with long black hair, and then left." The girl said carefully.

"It's Professor Severus." A little girl from behind said: "I heard Professor McGonagall call that professor.

"Oh, what about others?" Mu En glanced around.

"Well" the little girl looked a little embarrassed and lowered her head: "The professor told us that we can hang out here and don't die. Then he went back to the office."

"Well, he is indeed such a person. If you want to scold him, I can pretend that I didn't hear you." Mu En said, "He can't deduct points from you anyway."