Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

There is no clear distinction between political parties in the British magic world. There are only three major interest groups, namely Hogwarts, ordinary people, and aristocratic families.

Although the former is also an interest group and a violent organization, it does not interfere in politics, and even has a nonchalant attitude.

Now some discerning people have seen that the group represented by Moon Jones is not from Hogwarts.

They have grown silently, and in the blink of an eye, they have become the fourth largest interest group.

Those guys call them the Cat Party.

And people like Amelia Burns, the director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, are called cat-friendly by them.

Of course, this is politics.

Moon doesn't care much about these rumors from the outside world now.

At this moment, January has arrived, and he is walking in the corridor of Hogwarts. In the cold wind, his sharp eyes are looking for his target left and right.

Peeves.

This guy seems to be very afraid of him, and he can't find his trace.

On the second floor, a silver light flashes from the wall.

"Wait a minute, Barro." Mu En raised his hand and waved to the ghost in front.

Bloody Barro is the resident ghost of Slytherin. According to Mu En's hearsay and the "wild history" left by some students in the library.

It is said that this Barro is like the hunter who went to hunt down Snow White.

As for the one who played Snow White, it was Helena, the ghost from Ravenclaw College.

Later, after accidentally killing Helena, this Barro didn't know what went wrong and committed suicide again.

Well. Anyway, Mu En thought this wild history was wild enough.

"Professor, is there anything you need?" Barro came out of the wall, and under his bloody body, a pair of cold eyes looked at Mu En.

"I want to find Peeves. I heard that you are familiar with him. He has been hiding from me. Can you help me catch him?"

Barrow frowned and said seriously: "Professor, are you going to do something bad to Peeves?"

"Bad things? Just study it." Mu En smiled and used some very obscure words.

Unexpectedly, Barrow suddenly showed a creepy smile on his face: "Ahaha, I am willing to serve you. As a hunter, I have the most experience with these naughty little guys."

"Okay." Mu En nodded, thinking that this guy changed his face so quickly, and it seemed that his brain was not working well. Could those unofficial histories be true?

"Just go back to your office and wait for a while." Barrow said, then looked around, drilled towards the wall, and disappeared after a while.

"Aha, the hunter has started the hunt, and the naughty pony is going to be miserable." A loud voice sounded in Mu En's ears.

He turned his head and saw a knight riding a fat pony holding his sword and speaking loudly.

"Don Quixote?" Mu En raised his eyebrows.

"Don Quixote? Someone called me that before, but that guy was just my poor imitation."

As he said, he opened his hands, and the sword in his left hand was not stable, and it hit the helmet on his head directly.

But he still didn't blush, and said proudly: "At this moment, the person standing in front of you is the greatest duelist, the dragon slayer, and one of the Knights of the Round Table."

"I am - Sir Cadogan!"

Then there was a deathly silence.

"Hey, give me some face, I was the man who pushed King Arthur to the throne." He said dissatisfiedly.

"Oh." Mu En raised his eyebrows and nodded after realizing it: "Cadogan, um, not bad."

He really knows this guy.

Although the stupid posture riding a pony just now really looks like Don Quixote, it is true - he is not wrong.

The origin of the character of Don Quixote should have something to do with this guy.

Cadogan is indeed one of the Knights of the Round Table, but he is not as powerful as he boasts.

In fact, according to Mu En's research on history, Cadogan's Knights of the Round Table were mostly promoted because of his friendship with Merlin.

This also led to the fact that when the story of King Arthur was passed down, he would be involuntarily excluded.

After all, for the No-Maj, King Arthur is a legend, and the spread and telling of the story does not need such an insignificant person.

In the wizarding world, King Arthur is a piece of history, so there are records of this guy, and history has preserved the deeds of Sir Cadogan with Lancelot, Bedivere and Sir Parzival. In the description of historical stories, he seems to be excited and irritable, brave and fearless, to the point of stupidity, but he is one of those little people with a good heart.

To this day, he still has a special slang.

"I'll take Cadogan's pony!" - This sentence is used to express "I will do my best to turn the tide."

"Okay, go find your windmill to play." Mu En waved his hand to drive him away.

"You damn cat head!" Cadogan said dissatisfiedly: "I'm not a stupid guy like Don Quixote."

"Haha." Mu En chuckled twice, blood came out of his fingers, and gently tapped on the windmill in the oil painting of a wheat field next to him.

The next moment, the blood began to cling, and the windmill rose from the ground, turning into a giant, crossing the frame and grabbing towards Cadogan.

"Oh, you damned fellow." Cadogan screamed, "How dare you use this forbidden magic, you have crossed the boundary between the painting and the world."

"Just basic operations." Mu En wiped the blood off his fingers carelessly.

Cadogan and his pony fled in the field, spitting obscene curses.

"Well, you wait." Cadogan looked at Mu En: "If I go out one day, I will stab your asshole with my sword."

"Come out and see?" Mu En laughed.

"What's so difficult about this?" Cadogan cursed, and then swung his sword at Mu En.

Whoosh!

A breeze blew.

Blowing up - a hair on his face.

"This?!" Mu En glanced at him in surprise: "Come on, continue, is this all you can do?"

As he said that, he even moved his face closer provocatively.

"You despicable guy, take my sword!" Cadogan roared, riding on his horse, slashing straight in his direction.

The next moment, there was another light breeze blowing on his face.

"Really!" Mu En looked at him in surprise, with a look of doubt.

There was only a faint trace, but it was indeed there.

"How did you know that you could kill people outside the painting?" Mu En asked hurriedly.

"Me? Humph, it was all because of a blind little wizard who put his hand on my head, and then I stabbed him." Cadogan said, "This is the fate of provoking the great Sir Cadogan!"

"Why do I feel that it was probably you who first spoke ill of the little wizard, which led to the subsequent things?" Mu En looked at him with some doubt.

"Hush--" Cadogan glanced to the side and whistled guiltily.

Mu En shook his head helplessly and turned to leave.

Soon, he took two steps in three steps and returned to the office.

"Come on, hit me." Mu En looked at himself on the wall.

"Is there something wrong with your brain?" Mu En on the wall looked at his original body below.

"Try it." Mu En spread his hands and then explained his discovery just now.

"I see." He on the wall nodded, then raised his hand and motioned him to come closer.

The next moment, an extremely cold palm wind hit his face, pressing down a layer of his thick hair.

"It actually works." Mu En on the wall was also a little surprised.

"Then it seems that in theory, I have a chance to go out, go out, and become an independent individual."

The next moment, he shook and vomited like a hairball.

"Well, it's really unpleasant to think about it."

"I thought you would plan how to reverse Tiangang and replace me." Mu En on the ground smiled.

"Hehe, if I had Lucifer, I might have such an idea."

"Forget it, you should just die honestly when the time comes." Mu En waved his hand and sat back on the sofa.

Xindel was dumbfounded on the side. She didn't understand why the two people's communication method was so strange.

Dongdong——

The knock on the door was not crisp, as if an old man was knocking on the door vigorously and weakly.

"Professor, I brought him here."

Accompanied by a creaking sound and the sound of old hinges, a big ghost carrying a little ghost was revealed.

"Hey hey hey" Peeves scratched the door panel with his hands, making a creaking sound.

"Professor. I don't know what you want to talk to me about? I think your door seems to be a little rusty. How about I fix it for you? I secretly hid a quick-acting rust remover, which is very useful."

"Be quiet." The Bloody Baron glanced at him: "I'm letting go now. If you dare to run, it will be a big joke."

As he said, he let go of his hand, and Peeves was able to float in the air again.

The little guy's appearance is actually very similar to the traditional Scottish goblins, and he looks naughty.

But at this time, he is very well-behaved, with his fingers constantly interlaced in front of his chest, waiting for Muen's voice to fall.

"Hello, Peeves." Muen nodded: "Please sit down."

As a property of Hogwarts. Uh, no, a member!

Mu En was not like some evil wizard doing research, and he was not going to dissect and torture the other party.

Let's talk, have a chat.

How nice, right?

At least Mu En thought so.

However, in Peeves' eyes, Mu En's eyes had glowed red, and he grinned an extremely creepy smile.

It was like Satan whispering in his ear.

"Gudu~"

"Don't be nervous." Mu En smiled.

"Don't you give me face?" This is what Peeves heard.

"Okay, okay," Peeves nodded quickly, and floated to the seat obediently.

"I don't know what you want to see me for, Professor Jones." Peeves quickly expressed his attitude, and said loudly: "As long as you give an order, even if you want me to pull down the pants of Headmaster Dumbledore, I will definitely not hesitate!"