Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Moon sat on the sofa, looking at the crowd gathered outside the house, and rubbed his face helplessly.

"Let them in."

As soon as the voice fell, the door of Moonlight Castle was opened, and the rising Lucifer sneaked into the fireplace.

Scrimgeour and others hurried into the house and stood around him in an orderly manner.

Muen's eyes were not on any of them, but just looked at the fireplace, as if in a daze.

"I don't quite understand why you came to me." Muen said helplessly.

"We want to know how to deal with it later." Scrimgeour bowed slightly, and then told the results of today's handling one by one.

Harry stood on the stairs, leaning on the handrail, listening quietly.

"Mr. Jones." Scrimgeour glanced at Harry obscurely.

"Don't worry about it." Muen shook his head: "You say yours."

"Okay." Scrimgeour nodded and continued to tell the follow-up things clearly.

After he finished speaking, Muen also had a general understanding of the current situation.

In fact - very simple, at least in Muen's opinion.

This involves a problem that Muen had been avoiding before.

That is - fear.

Every one of them here doesn't know what Muen wants to do. They are analyzing and afraid, afraid that they will offend him accidentally and end up like Fudge.

Relying on violence, the power obtained by extraordinary plunder will inevitably have such side effects.

Muen slowly stood up from the sofa. In fact, he now wanted to grab the bald head of the stupid sailor and ask him what was in his mind like he did on the pirate ship.

Unfortunately, he couldn't.

Because this would do nothing except breed fear.

"Scrimgeour, are you going to bother me for such a small matter?" Muen asked, "Do you remember what I said at the beginning?"

"You said." Scrimgeour swallowed his saliva. In fact, he didn't know, he couldn't remember, after all, his relationship with Muen was not like Riddle and Little Barty.

"I don't want anyone to bother me." Muen said.

"If you can open some simple backdoors for what I want to do, as my welfare, it would be even better."

"This" Scrimgeour was a little undecided. From the beginning to the end, the diplomatic relations between the British wizarding world and Greece were manipulated by Muen. He came here to get Muen's direct order.

"Without direct orders, you don't serve me, you serve the wizarding world." Muen scolded him, staring at him with black eyes, as if to suck him into the abyss.

"Are you stupid? Or do you think that people like me can definitely lead the wizarding world to a bright road, so you don't intend to use your brain at all, just intend to listen to my orders?!"

"I" Scrimgeour hesitated for a while, then shook his head: "I don't think so."

"Okay, then tell me now, how to deal with the agreement signed by Fudge and the United States."

"Reject, break the contract?!" Scrimgeour said.

"That's it, what's the matter, do you want me to agree before you dare to do it? Am I an American? Do you still have to consider my interests?"

"I'm sorry." Scrimgeour's forehead was sweating.

To be honest, Mu En is now wondering if it is the right choice to push this guy up.

At the beginning, the reason why he chose Scrimgeour was nothing more than that in the first-year courtroom, this guy was still like a fool in front of his wand and said something stupid like "If you blah blah to the children."

This kind of stupid talk made Mu En sure that he really cared about the people here.

In his opinion, this is the most important thing for a leader.

"You know how to do it, but you don't dare." Mu En finally made it clear: "But in fact, you don't need to care about me. If I have a need or you have a problem, we can communicate on an equal footing, but I don't understand politics or law. I can do as much as I can. I have a clear understanding of myself, so - if you have nothing to do, don't bother me."

"Sorry." Scrimgeour nodded and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Little Barty is still dead." Moon said, "I'll give you the address. If you can hurry up, maybe you can find his body."

"Thank you, Mr. Jones."

"Yeah." Moon nodded, "As for the others, I think you're here just to ask some trivial and stupid questions and express your attitude."

"Forget about these things."

"If there's nothing important, you can leave first."

"Okay." Rita may not understand other things, but she is definitely perceptive and can understand emotions.

"Have a nice day, Mr. Jones." Her big red lips grinned in an exaggerated smile, waved gently, and then turned around and walked out of the room first.

Outside Privet Drive, Vernon drove his car, squinting his eyes, looking left and right on both sides of the street.

"Those guys... should be gone..." he muttered.

He didn't want those things to see where his home was, otherwise they would definitely do something they dared not think of.

Well... at least in Vernon's eyes, they exist like this.

"Well, it's gone." After repeated inspections, Vernon nodded with satisfaction, then quickly parked the car in the garden of number four Privet Drive.

That's when he stepped out of the car door.

Click——

Diagonally across the street at No. 13 Privet Drive, a group of people came out and waved goodbye to the house.

Then, Scrimgeour glanced this way.

Vernon was immediately frightened and cowered behind the car.

"What's the matter, Rufus?" asked a colleague from the Ministry of Magic.

"No, it's nothing." Scrimgeour shook his head: "I just saw a strange Muggle. He seemed to have been cast a swelling charm."

"Swelling curse? Are you sure you're not obese?"

"Generally obesity doesn't have that effect, and he seems to know a wizard. Maybe a wizard cast a swelling spell on him before, making him afraid of our group." Scrimgeour explained his speculation.

"Okay." The man nodded: "I didn't expect little Barty to be dead... a good death. He was too arrogant. He was simply a lunatic. He would show the dark mark of the mysterious person regardless of the occasion..."

"That's true." Scrimgeour nodded and looked at the time: "I'd better go get his body back."

"Yes." The man nodded: "The ministry has begun to prepare to advance the election. Now you can take Barty's body back, and Skeeter can do some publicity."

At the same time, Rita Skeeter also came forward: "Then first I wish you to be promoted to Minister of Magic."

"Minister..." Scrimgeour lit a cigarette and then slowly exhaled it.

He didn't pretend to be humble and said something like "it's not done yet".

After all, with Moon Jones behind him, his promotion is already a certainty.

only…

He began to have some doubts about what he could do.

Skeeter crossed his arms over his chest and slowly approached Scrimgeour.

"A kind reminder to you, don't make the same mistakes as Fudge and Dumbledore."

Scrimgeour slowly exhaled a puff of smoke and glanced at her.

That's what he's worried about.

After all, Dumbledore also pushed Fudge to that stage back then, and now...

He was afraid that he was not good enough because Mu En did not give standards and answers, which were the highest standards and the most stringent answers.

He was also afraid that like Fudge, his heart would gradually be eroded by power, and he would eventually become a timid and unwilling to make progress.

The most fearful thing is the fog ahead... After all, as someone who knows what Dumbledore and Mr. Jones want to do, none of them know what the future will be like...

"Let's go." Scrimgeour shook his head, turned around and left with the others.

…

In Moonlight Castle, Harry leaned against the stepped fence.

"You look confused." Moon said without looking back, but the voice came from the sofa, and Harry could only see Moon's hand gently placing an ancient book on the small table nearby.

"Uncle Moon, so... Fudge's death is..." Harry said undecided.

"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you?" Mu En smiled: "However, I don't like to talk half-way. If you have an idea, I can also tell you why I did this."

"Okay." Harry nodded solemnly and walked down the stairs.

The fire flickered, shadows hit the walls, and the rich grease of the pine fire crackled in the fireplace.

Snowflakes gradually fell outside the window, but inside the house, there was only the slow and clear voice of Mu En's narration.

"So... is this the reason why he died?" Harry raised his head and truly said what he was thinking.

"Uncle Mu En, why do I think...he shouldn't be killed...I just don't think it's reached that level yet."

Mu En smiled: "You are right to think so. After all, from the established facts, some of the things Fudge is doing now will not lead to death."

"Yeah." Harry nodded hastily.

"However, the real struggle is not to lay out the accusations in court." Mu En explained: "You can't just look at what he has done, but also what he can do in the future."

"Let me ask you, is there still room for easing Fudge's conflict with me?"

Harry thought carefully for a moment, then shook his head.

Fudge was already crazy enough to cooperate with the Death Eaters, and any subsequent acts... would be unreasonable.

"That's right, you should stop being disturbed. Remember this sentence.

You know very well that this choice was made by Fudge himself.

If he really did something wrong, it was simply that he felt that what he had done before would not lead to death, which made him misjudge the worst outcome.

So bold enough to cooperate with Death Eaters. "

"But he didn't expect you to take this matter seriously." Harry said quickly.

"Do you attach great importance to it..." Mu En hesitated for a moment: "Not necessarily, maybe... I just don't like Fudge's behavior of treating the lives of ordinary people as nothing."

"So that's it..." Harry nodded thoughtfully, and then asked, "What about the wizarding world in the future?"

"There won't be any changes in the magic world in the short term." Mu En shook his head: "Are you thinking that I am already above ten thousand people, so I can do some strange things?"

"Um...it's just a fantasy." Harry scratched his head sheepishly.

Mu En smiled helplessly.

"Actually, you have an advantage over ordinary children." He said.

"What?"

"You know how much fame and fortune affect our peaceful life." Moon explained: "If you are a seeker in magic, then these influences will make you feel more cumbersome."

Harry agreed with this.

He nodded seriously, and immediately understood why Uncle Moon was so impatient with Scrimgeour who came here to find him.

In essence, it was the same as the attention he received when he was in school.

The pure feeling was disturbed.

That's all.

"But you are not a seeker yet." Moon poured a basin of cold water on him.

Harry felt that the seeker was the highest praise for a person in the way of magic. After all, he didn't want to be an Auror, let alone the so-called Minister of Magic.

"Ah, I know that too." He said helplessly: "I want to...end everything with Voldemort first."

"Just you know." Moon nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand and suddenly stood up.

"By the way, do you want to have a midnight snack?"

"No--I don't want to, Uncle Moon, what do you want to eat?" Harry changed his words quickly, after all, what this meant was 'I want to eat, can you make some? '

"How about getting some of that kraken meat?" Muen suggested, "If it's grilled, do you think the fire elf can do the job?"

Harry was a little embarrassed, as expected...

Uncle Muen really put the phrase "flexible use of magic in various ways" into practice in every aspect of life.

Looking at Harry busy in the kitchen, Muen turned around and took out the picture frame, and then fell into a new problem.

Why are there so many ghosts in Hogwarts, but so few in the outside world...

In addition, the existence of Peeves...seems to be a little special.

Muen didn't know much about Peeves, because the little guy always walked around him.

Now that I think about it, maybe I can study it.

"Soul..."

He still has experience with this thing on himself, but he feels a little tricky to study it from the outside.

Soon, a week later.

With the newspaper propaganda throughout Christmas, all wizards in the UK knew about the upcoming early election of the Ministry of Magic.

The current acting minister is the director of the Department of Law Enforcement. People believe that she will remain fair.

And the elector...Scrimgeour has basically been far ahead.

With public opinion in hand, there is basically no resistance.

Even though this matter is highly discussed, no one is discussing who will be the minister.

Instead, what is being discussed is what new measures will benefit the country and the people after Scrimgeour takes office.

It is said that... he is under so much pressure that he has entered St. Mungo's to buy potions to regulate his body.

Well, this is an exclusive report from Rita Skeeter.