Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Da da da--

Her fingers made a crisp tapping sound on the table, following the rhythm of Killer Queen. Mu En closed her eyes and entered into thought.

"Mr. Jones, you seem to be in a good mood." A voice sounded from the wall.

Mu En raised her eyelids and stopped tapping.

"Come back? I thought you would..."

"What's going on?" Sindel looked at Mu En with some confusion.

"No, it's nothing." Mu En shook his head: "It's a pity. If you went there, it would be better if we knew the hiding place of Voldemort."

"Yes, it's a pity." Sindel nodded in agreement, with regret between her eyebrows.

"But a guy like that will probably have to change positions after seeing you. He is like a sensitive beast now." Mu En waved his hand casually.

"That's enough." Mu En on the wall nodded in agreement.

"Shut up." Mu En looked at him.

"Tsk—" He twitched his lips in displeasure on the wall, like a provoked cat.

"Eh?" Only then did Sindel notice her new friend on the wall. She looked at him in surprise, and then she was greeted by a rolled-up eye.

"Ah...this..." Sindel felt that Mr. Jones on the wall had a bad temper.

"You don't have to worry about me." Mu En said on the wall: "We must abide by uniqueness."

"Uniqueness?" Sindel didn't quite understand Mu En's words.

"Tsk...just...if you imagine one person has many clones, even though they all look the same, think the same, and think the same way, they will feel uncomfortable just looking at each other."

"Why?" Sindel was a little confused.

"Because we don't need a second 'I' in the world." Mu En said in unison on the wall and in front of the desk.

"Look, we all have the same idea." Mu En waved his hand casually.

At the same time, there was a knock on the office door, and Dumbledore, dressed in white robes, quickly walked in.

"Did nothing happen in Hogsmeade?" Dumbledore asked quickly.

"What did Fudge say?" Mu En also asked.

The two spoke almost at the same time.

Then Mu En spread his hands slightly and said: "Nothing happened in Hogsmeade. Except for a bunch of clowns who put on a good show at noon and accidentally burned down two sheds, nothing else happened."

"That's good." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, when he came back, he briefly browsed Hogsmeade in the afternoon, and it was a happy scene.

It's just that I don't know much about the battles after settling down.

Now that I got Mu En's answer, I was relieved.

"Fudge...Moon, you know, he is afraid, terrified, just like he treated me before."

"So you don't deny that he is colluding with the Death Eaters?" Mu En turned to look at him: "And what you said just now...can it be considered as excusing him?"

"Will he die?"

"Did he spread the political struggle to the general public?" Mu En asked, "Or are you thinking that you grew up watching him, so you feel sympathy for him?"

Many people in the wizarding world grew up watching Dumbledore, and it is not an exaggeration to say that he was the master of tens of thousands.

only…

"Okay, I think you're right." Dumbledore leaned on his chair and shook his head from side to side: "It's really best for me not to get involved in these things."

"That's enough." Mu En's fingers continued to tap rhythmically on the sofa, and she said casually.

"Dumbledore, isn't this-" Moon's words stalled, and then she shook her head with a smile: "I originally wanted to say, 'It's not my fault, after all, he was the one who came first.' But at the moment I wanted to say it, , I suddenly discovered something.”

With that said, he stood up and walked out of the office.

"Remember what?"

"I don't really care." Mu En shook his head, walked out of the office, then suddenly spun around and disappeared.

In the Ministry of Magic, the Golden Hall was sparsely populated. As it was Christmas, government agencies only maintained basic operations, with only a few people on duty.

"Professor Jones, please come over here and check your wand."

"Is Fudge still in the ministry?" Mu En pressed the brim of his hat.

"It's still there. Do you have an appointment?" Eric, the old man checking the wand, simply asked out of curiosity.

"If he is self-aware, then I will indeed make an appointment." Mu En smiled, not hiding the aggression in his words.

but…

Eric smiled slightly: "You are really good at joking, sir."

After all, in the eyes of everyone in the wizarding world, Professor Jones is not only from Hogwarts, but also a positive figure whose name appears frequently in newspapers recently.

"Thank you." Mu En took the wand that he had forgotten whose name it belonged to and walked towards the ministry.

Arriving at the elevator, he pressed the button to go to the first floor.

Yes, this is the eighth underground floor...it's upside down, it's really...

The elevator rose slowly and soon reached the first floor.

"On the first floor, the Office of the Minister of Magic and the Logistics Department are here."

The elevator door slowly opened, and what came into view was a luxurious carpet, which was obviously not available on other floors.

In addition to the minister's office, there are many offices of senior officials of the Ministry of Magic on the first floor. All offices have bright wooden doors, and there is a small sign on the door with the name and position of the person in the room.

Soon, Mu En found the only double wooden door.

"Minister of Magic"

"Cornelly Fudge"

The door was enchanted, and outsiders could not enter without the invitation of the insider.

However - click!

Moon slowly pushed the door open.

The bloated Fudge sat behind a huge black heavy wooden desk, anxiously waiting for something.

And the moment he saw him, the fat on Fudge's face shook three times.

"Minister Fudge." Moon greeted him first.

"Moon...Moon Jones?!" His whole back was pressed against the office sofa, and he looked at the figure at the door with a red face and thick neck.

"The Minister was surprised to see me. It seems that I didn't make an appointment." Moon walked in.

"Do you remember what I said before?" Moon asked.

"You... Why are you here?! Come! Come!!" He shouted, and the wand on the table accidentally fell to the ground with those documents that he didn't know what to do because of his flustered hands.

"You should know why." Moon shook his head.

"I said, the reason why I didn't force your position is because... ours is just a simple political struggle." Muen explained.

"But why... do you want to cooperate with the Death Eaters? Tell me, what's the point of this?"

But Fudge was still anxiously doing what could be called "self-rescue".

Then, he finally remembered his wand.

"Dizzy-dizzy-dizzy-dizzy-"

Three times, he recited this spell three times.

At the same time, a red electric light hit his spell.

The two energies began to simply clash-clash for a moment.

The next moment, the energy beam driven by Fudge collapsed step by step and retreated directly to the tip of the wand.

Then, visible to the naked eye, the scarlet energy line at Muen's fingertips began to flow into the wand, and the poor wooden stick began to collapse inch by inch.

Fudge's two hands were clasped together, but it was completely useless.

Bang--

Accompanied by an explosion, in the overflowing light, he fell heavily on the wall.

"Why?" Mu En slowly moved forward and sat on the table, sitting on a policy document about raising taxes on domestic goods and giving benefits to foreign trade.

"You cooperate with American political institutions. To be honest, it doesn't matter. After all, I am not the Union Jack in London.

But... you cooperate with the Death Eaters, you are selling the lives of the general public. Yes, not only interests, but lives.

I said that, right?!"

"But you are here." Fudge slowly stood up: "I know you are here, I know Dumbledore is here, I know you will stop them, I didn't... I didn't betray the general public in the magic world."

"Oh." Mu En nodded in understanding, and the next moment, he stood up from the table and looked directly at Fudge.

"Because I will protect the people, you don't care about the Death Eaters? What a fucking bullshit!"

"I just... I just want to cause you some trouble." Fudge spit out blood from his mouth, his tone trembling.

"Like you said, this is just a political struggle!" He raised his head.

"That makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Then it's also reasonable for me to kill you now. After all, as long as you die, my people can take the position of Minister of Magic. This is also a means for political purposes. It's reasonable, isn't it?"

"No." Fudge turned over, sat on the ground, and leaned against the wall: "You can't do this, I didn't cause any casualties!"

"You didn't cause any casualties because of me, because I was sitting in Hogsmeade.

Now, whether I caused any casualties depends on your strength." Muen smiled and gradually approached.

"No...no...it's not like that." Fudge shed tears, gradually became crazy, and flushed: "It's...you forced me to do this...it's your fault!"

"I didn't even organize people to impeach you, but waited for the election." Muen spread his hands.

"You...you manipulate public opinion, you control the Ministry of Magic...I...I can't accept it..." Fudge shouted, "You forced me to do it, you left me with no way out!"

"I didn't force you." Muen shook his head, "In fact, I gave the Ministry of Magic a chance at the beginning, but you always disappoint me.

If you are really a smart person, we can even cooperate, and we can do a lot.

Just like Dumbledore and I, although we have things that we don't like about each other, we can cooperate as gentlemen."

"That's because you and Dumbledore are the same guys!" Fudge roared, and then choked out blood.

"The same guy..." Muen pondered the wording, "I see.

Dumbledore is a good man, so I am also a good man. And now, I want you to die...

Guess...who is the bad guy?"

As he said that, Muen had already squatted down.

"Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel dizzy. You won't feel any pain. I've died before. I know how to make people feel no pain at all..."

As he spoke, in Fudge's trembling pupils, Muen tapped his fingertips between his eyebrows, gradually emitting light...

A moment later, on the streets of London.

Muen turned the ring in his hand and sent out a simple message.

That night, the Daily Prophet published an extra edition again after thirteen years.

Yes, the last extra edition was the demise of Voldemort.

This time, it was obviously an earthquake-like news for the magic world.

After Azkaban, the so-called most secure prison, was breached. Today, in the absolute political core area of ​​the British magic world, the Ministry of Magic, the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was assassinated.

"Our reporter Rita Skeeter reports for you:

According to relevant information, just this afternoon, an extremely serious Death Eater attack occurred in Hogsmeade Village.

It was the closing time of the Anglo-Greek Expo at noon, and there were many tourists in Hogsmeade, including Muggle groups with the right to know about magic, tourists from various countries, scholars from various countries, and diplomatic teams.

The Death Eater group lurked in the crowd and suddenly attacked and threatened the surrounding tourists at 12:42 pm, causing great losses to Hogsmeade and even the British magic world.

The case attracted the attention of many Aurors on duty. At the same time, Mr. Albus Dumbledore was having a private meeting with Minister Cornelius Fudge at the time of the incident.

The conversation between Mr. Albus Dumbledore, the headmaster of Hogwarts and the organizer of the Anglo-Greek Expo, and Minister Cornelius Fudge also ended early because of the attack in Hogsmeade.

This It also caused the Ministry of Magic's defense to become empty.

According to Rufus Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror Office, the attack was most likely planned by the Death Eater revival group headed by Barty Crouch Jr.

It is worth mentioning that Barty Crouch Jr. had sneaked into the Ministry of Magic not long ago to assassinate Barty Crouch, the former Minister of Foreign Affairs for Magic, who was in custody awaiting trial, and his father.

It can be said that this is a criminal who is both crazy and superb in magic.

At present, the Ministry of Magic has urgently launched a national Auror patrol, and has jointly wanted the Death Eater group including Barty Jr. in the magic and Muggle worlds, and cancelled the Christmas holidays for all administrative units to deal with the sudden incident.

For more follow-up, our reporter Rita Skeeter will continue to follow up for you, please continue to pay attention to the Daily Prophet. "

That night, Privet Drive, Little Whinging District, Surrey.

Vernon drove his red car, and an emergency message was playing on the radio.

"At present, a vicious criminal is roaming around the country. His appearance features short light yellow hair, a height of 1.79 meters, and a appearance..."

Click!

Vernon turned off the radio switch and muttered unhappily: "I think the world is getting more and more unpeaceful. Why do such guys appear every once in a while?

Are our taxpayers' money being fed to dogs?"

On the other hand, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with this kind of broadcast.

The last time it was reported like this, it seemed that a wizard escaped.

Just as he was thinking this, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his car.

"Oh, you damn guy."

"Sorry, sir." The man took off his hood, revealing a bright red tie and a completely unmatched brown coat and green lining.

"You..." Vernon swallowed his saliva with some hesitation.

This guy's dress is really a bit.

Then, his eyes slightly shifted.

At the other end of the street, a guy in a robe was walking over, and at the door of number 13 Privet Drive, there was a woman dressed extremely exaggeratedly and obviously abnormal.

"You..." He stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

However, he did not stop in front of number 4 Privet Drive, which was the Dursley mansion, but drove past in a hurry.

It seemed that this family had nothing to do with him.

This guy... still has some brains.

Although not much...