Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

The Three Broomsticks Pub.

The noise of Halloween has not disappeared even after a whole night. As it is Halloween day, the entire Diagon Alley has a strong festive atmosphere.

There are big jack-o-lanterns in the streets and alleys, bats or human heads hanging upside down on the eaves and window edges, skull candlesticks are everywhere, and spider webs are everywhere.

They are truly part of the holiday spirit.

Of course, Mu En is not sure whether these are all Halloween decorations. After all, it is normal for them to appear in the daily wizarding world.

"professor."

"Good morning, Professor."

A series of little wizards greeted him, and he responded to them one by one.

He also met Neville and the remaining five children who had not yet contacted their parents.

Neville was the eldest brother, and he seemed to be in a hurry as he led the children through the streets.

"Professor." He saw Mu En saying hello, and the children behind him also shouted after him.

"Good morning." Mu En nodded: "The old guy actually allowed you to come out."

"The teacher said to give me half a day off." Neville scratched his head: "Then Professor McGonagall suggested that I take them out for a walk, you know."

Of course Mu En knew that the person most trusted by this group of children was Neville.

Neville has now become a good big brother in their eyes, a trustworthy person.

"I wish you have fun." Mu En nodded and said goodbye to the children.

In Mrs. Puddifu's Tea House, the tacky pink and white lace curtains have been replaced by black lace curtains, giving it a hint of Gothic flair.

Through the curtains, he even saw Cedric and Qiu Zhang sitting inside.

Cedric looked nervous and at a loss. He just felt that everything in his body was not enough. It was not perfect.

It's too restrictive to put on your lap, too casual to put on the table.

My eyes didn't know where to look.

Then, he saw Mu En walking by outside the window. Unable to find a topic, he stood up and waved.

"Professor Jones."

Mu En nodded: "Cedric, and Miss Zhang."

"Professor, are you going to the Three Broomsticks?" Cedric asked.

"Yes, I think you saw Dumbledore walking into the bar just now?"

"That's right." Cedric nodded repeatedly and wanted to find something to say, but Mu En said directly: "Then I won't disturb your good time. I like Mrs. Padiff's mango cake very much. The taste is very elegant. But it doesn’t taste too sweet. “

"Isn't it a sweet dessert?" Cedric didn't quite understand.

"I think Qiu Zhang will understand that the highest compliment for a dessert is 'not very sweet.'" Mu En smiled casually, looked into Cedric's eyes, and then a voice appeared in the boy's mind.

"Friends, your lover's eyes hold everything you want. A silence that is not awkward is worth a thousand words."

After that, he turned and left.

Cedric looked at Mu En's back, then turned his head and happened to meet Qiu Zhang's black eyes.

These eyes are not deep, but they sparkle like a black gem.

The next moment, Qiu Zhang shyly avoided his gaze.

This is not the same as what Mu En said.

However, he understood what he should do, well, he vaguely understood.

As soon as Moon walked into the Three Broomsticks Bar, the graceful Mrs. Rosmerta came over and said, "Jones, welcome."

When she got closer, she whispered: "Professor Dumbledore and the two guests are waiting for you in the first room on the left."

She didn't ask where the person was from. Not asking was a basic quality a bar owner should have.

"Are you still the same?" she asked.

"Same as before." Mu En nodded and walked towards the room where Rosmerta said: "Trouble."

"It's out of the way."

Mu En opened the door and immediately saw two familiar figures.

One of them is the Auror Director of the Greek Ministry of Magic, Loreton.

"Malaka, this guy really makes it easy for us to wait." Loreton stood up and hugged Mu En as before, and then waved.

"Minister Eugene Atlas, whom you met before, when I gave you the Golden Bough."

"Of course I remember." Mu En shook hands with him.

Atlas is an old man who is over fifty years old. Judging from the life span of a wizard, he is at least seventy or eighty years old.

"Moon Jones, our conservator."

"What kind of weird title is this?" Mu En suddenly burst into laughter and then sat down.

The four of them suddenly started laughing pretentiously, and the atmosphere seemed quite lively.

Mu En waved her hand and refused to continue this routine purely for the sake of spectacle and pretense of familiarity.

Loreton understood what Mu En meant and was the first to speak: "Mu En, when do you plan to launch your own library expo?"

"Library Expo? Aren't I still waiting for you to donate your things?" Mu En said with a smile.

Then, everyone's eyes fell on Atlas.

"Of course, each family has their own strengths. It is not a problem at all to hand over knowledge to the future and children." Atlas said: "But... I have a better proposal!"

"Please tell me." Mu En spread his hands.

"Compared to the UK, please forgive me for being so straightforward and using Hogwarts to directly represent the UK.

Rather than holding expos in the UK and Greece, why not just pull out things from other countries? Egypt, they have a very profound heritage, not to mention the United States. Although I am reluctant to admit it, after the war, they were indeed synonymous with cutting-edge, and they had outstanding inventions in various magical directions.

You and I should know that the inheritance that has been filtered through thousands of years is indeed powerful. But the flowers that grow under the historical accumulation also have their own beauty. "

"Of course." Dumbledore and Moon both nodded in agreement.

"The older it is, the more powerful it is." - This is a fact within the scope of logic. After so many years, it has still not been abandoned or forgotten. This is the powerful essence of ancient magic.

It does not mean that as long as something is stained with the word "ancient", it is powerful.

Similarly, the wheel of history is rolling forward, and there are always outstanding things emerging in the modern era.

Obviously, the United States is a country that is doing relatively well in this regard, although its methods are cruel and its actions are despicable.

"It reminds me of the Great Exhibition of All Nations." Dumbledore stroked his long beard.

"Have you ever been to the World Expo?" Mu En looked at him in surprise.

"Professor Marchbank went to see it, and she once showed me that memory." Dumbledore showed a "Don't be envious" smile.

The Universal Exhibition was all a thing of the Victorian era.

Damn, I'm really jealous

"You mean, you also want other countries to bleed?" Mu En looked at Atlas.

"Well, that's right, Mu En, your wording is still the same. Clean and crisp!"

"Of course I agree, 10,000 times." Mu En nodded: "But how can we bring those countries together?

The United States covers its treasures tightly, while Egypt hides what little it digs out of its own grave deeper than the grave. "

"Let them see some benefits?" Atlas said tentatively.

"Why would you do such a thing?" Mu En suddenly turned around and asked.

Then, Atlas gave his answer without hesitation.

"Political achievement! An international, high-level political achievement! The president of the International Federation of Wizards is the pinnacle of power! I want to sit in this position, absolutely!"

To be honest, it was a bit strange for such an old man with droopy skin to speak such words so sonorously and forcefully.

As if he could see what Mu En was thinking, Atlas just pulled his hat and said, "I'm not old yet."

"Okay." Mu En nodded, then looked at Loreton.

Since Atlas showed his ambition here without hesitation.

So needless to say what happened next, Loreton was the next leader he selected.

"Okay, let's get back to the topic. You want to come up with something real to seduce them. I think this is a very good idea. I think it is possible to implement it."

Dumbledore nodded approvingly: "That's true. I still agree with this proposal.

In addition, if you don't mind, I hope that the location of the exhibition can be provided by Hogwarts. "

Loreton looked at Atlas.

After a moment, Atlas spoke slowly: "In other words, our two countries will first hold a small exposition, and then let people from other countries see this knowledge and then choose to join."

"That's right." Mu En nodded: "You can take the lead when the time comes. People from other countries will go to you if they want to go."

"I don't think there is anything wrong with this idea, but what can you come up with?" Atlas said: "I can promise to display many of our cultural relics and never hide anything, but what about you?"

"Me." Mu En smiled: "Except for some special items, all my private collections can be displayed."

"I didn't get a definite answer to this." Atlas' eyes were on Mu En.

Suddenly, Dumbledore spoke.

"The Resurrection Stone!" he said.

?

Suddenly, there was some horror on the faces of the two people, and their throats trembled unconsciously.

"Nick Flamel's and my alchemy manuscripts can both be displayed."

"Are you sure?" Atlas looked at Dumbledore nervously.

"I am sure."

"time?"

Soon, the time for the first expo between the two countries was finalized.

Will unfold on Christmas Day!

Afterwards, the group discussed the post-Christmas elections for the British Ministry of Magic.

In theory, people in Greece should not participate in elections in other countries.

But the United States, which is now in the honeymoon period of diplomatic relations with Fudge, has a minister who is Atlas's major opponent in the election of president of the International Confederation of Wizards.

Similarly, Loreton has also cooperated with Moon En on many occasions, and Scrimgeour's current public support rate is very high.

But Mu En doesn't care too much about these things.

After the two of them left, Moon took a sip of wine to moisten his throat, and then looked at Dumbledore.

"So, you want to lure Voldemort here again?"

"Of course, this opportunity is extremely good." Dumbledore nodded.

"Can it be done?"

"Who knows, I have to give it a try." Dumbledore said, and then shook his head helplessly: "I feel like I have been stuck in a bottleneck recently. There are no clues found in Bellatrix's house. It seems that there is something about the soul. The whereabouts of the instrument just disappeared."

"The gold cup, the crown - and a reference to Gryffindor. There are still three Horcruxes that theoretically exist, but nothing has been found."

"Before Bella was captured, she was torturing Neville's parents. In other words, she had no time to urgently transfer the Horcrux." Mu En said, and then suddenly asked: "About what time period did Bella delete her memory?" ?”

"Very early," Dumbledore said, "I went through all her memories, and there was a very long gap in her memory, lasting more than a week. She is a madman. In order to protect Tom's secret, she Deleted his own memory without any blind spots.”

"At any rate, this is good news. It proves that she did not put the Horcrux in a gravel corner or bury it in an emergency, but placed it in an extremely safe place."

"Did Severus really never get a Horcrux?" Moon said.

"I can say with certainty - no!" Snape's half-dead voice sounded.

"Then it seems you're not doing well." Mu En glanced at him and motioned for him to sit down: "Besides, you won't be eavesdropping all the time, right?"

Snape sat on a chair with black streaks all over his head: "If I were as despicable as Moon Jones, then I was indeed eavesdropping."

"Wrong, I would just barge in, grab them by the neck and ask them what they are talking about instead of eavesdropping."

"Haha." Snape laughed dryly twice, and then said: "The purpose of my coming is to ask you when will the formula for the mixture of anger be available."

"Christmas." Mu En said, "We were discussing this issue just now."

"I want it now." Snape said, looking at Moon seriously.

Mu En looked at him without saying a word.

"Please"

The words almost came out of his mouth.

"Why?" Mu En looked at him: "Reason."

"When I was researching Wolfsbane Potion, I got some new ideas. I need a mixture of anger. Don't you think the two things are very similar in effectiveness?

If my speculation is reasonable, I may even have a chance to create a real potion that utilizes wolfsbane.

This might change the world! "

"I don't see that you still have the idea to change the world."

Snape suddenly fell from his previous passion and clenched his fists.

After calming down for a while, he finally squeezed out a sentence from between his teeth: "Please."

"Okay, okay." Mu En waved his hand and casually began to dictate the potion.

"Wait, wait!" Snape said quickly, hurriedly turning the wand into a pen.