Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"I plan to separate the Wizengamot Council from the Law Enforcement Department."

The words were accompanied by a breeze on the surface of the Black Lake, causing ripples on the lake surface.

On the lake surface, flies were being collected continuously. Suddenly, the lake surface exploded, and the barely detectable fishing line instantly tightened, hanging with water droplets, reflecting the warm winter sun.

Moon kept collecting the fishing line. Through the water curtain, the runes in his pupils began to adjust the refractive index of light, allowing him to see clearly a huge mountain trout under the turbulent waves.

Then, he pulled the line violently.

The next moment, the mountain trout was pulled high out of the water, showing its huge figure and colorful colors in the sun.

Then.

Snap——

But in the blink of an eye, the fish returned to the water and disappeared.

On the other side of the Black Lake, a group of little witches couldn't help but sigh, feeling sorry for Muon losing this fish.

He simply reeled in the line and returned to the shore from the shallow water. White mist shrouded his body, but in the blink of an eye, the water on his body evaporated.

"What a pity." Scrimgeour said, and then looked at the little witches who had just watched him in the distance: "It seems that you have a lot of fans here."

"It doesn't matter." Mu En shook his head, sat on the small chair, changed a fishing rod, hung a float and fishing bait.

"That was a trout just now. I didn't expect there would be such a huge trout in the lake."

"It's a school of fish raised by the mermaids under the Black Lake." Mu En explained: "Normally trout are not this big."

Scrimgeour nodded, also pulled out a fishing rod, and set it up next to Mu En.

His technique was much more skillful than Muen's. Noticing Muen's gaze, he smiled and said, "I often take my daughter fishing. There is a big river next to our house. We cast the fish there, and then she will wait with me for the fish to bite."

"Very good." Muen nodded

After a while, as the lake became quiet again, Scrimgeour couldn't help but speak again: "I want to make the Wizengamot Council independent."

"Yeah." Muen just responded to him calmly.

After another long while, Scrimgeour couldn't hold back his emotions and couldn't help but call out: "Mr. Jones."

"Call me Muen."

Muen looked at Scrimgeour for a moment, then retracted his gaze and fell on the lake.

He could clearly see that under the water, a murloc with iron-blue skin was controlling the huge mountain trout that had just escaped, trying to hang it on his hook.

The vibration suddenly came from the fishing rod, driving the murloc and the mountain trout away.

"Why?" Muen spoke at this time.

"I hope the law can be independent from political institutions and play a role in reviewing and supervising political institutions."

"You want to make trouble for yourself?" Muen looked at him: "After independence, even you will become part of the supervision."

"At least it is much better than the current chaos." Scrimgeour explained: "For who knows how many years, the Ministry of Magic has always been the plaything of those ancient families, such as the Malfoy family. Those roots with a smell of corruption have been eating away at this big tree that should have sheltered the people from wind and rain, absorbing its nutrients and absorbing its sunlight."

"Class is everywhere, you can't change anything." Muen said lightly.

There was incredible confusion and doubt in Scrimgeour's eyes. He stared at Muen, as if he felt that this was not something he could say.

"Is it. But..."

Scrimgeour was a little speechless for a while. He never expected Muen to say this.

Didn't you ask me to study how to change the magic world? Didn't you always support and guide me?

This is the decision he made after reading the political books from the Muggles and observing the political structure of the Muggle world.

It's a change, an attempt, and...

"Why?" He said again: "Isn't this good?"

"Yes, you are right, but you can't change anything." Mu En said lightly: "Power, wisdom, power, as long as there is a gap between people, classes will naturally be generated."

Then, there was a long silence.

Splash!

The float sank suddenly, and with it, a heavy and powerful force came from the fishing rod.

After a while, the mountain trout just now surfaced again.

This guy is not just greedy.

But this time, he will not let it escape again.

He raised the rod and stretched out his hand, but in the blink of an eye, the mountain trout over one meter long was caught by him.

"Beautiful, Professor!"

In the distance, the little witches cheered.

Moon nodded, then took the fish off and threw it back into the water.

"Ah, Professor? You threw it again?!" the little witch said puzzledly.

"It's good to catch it." Moon smiled and nodded, then re-baited and put the hook down again.

It also returned to its position.

"Have you thought about it?" he asked.

"I just..." Scrimgeour spoke slowly, looking at the calm lake.

"I want to change." He took a deep breath.

"Maybe I can't do anything, yes, but that's from the perspective of the future. Classes will always appear, that's right. This so-called [new world] that I changed will not last too long, but even if it's a hundred years, fifty years, even if it's only ten years! Five years! I will do it, and I will let those people have a good life.

Yes, I came to power by relying on your support. I came to power by relying on Fudge's death and Rita's manipulation of public opinion.

But it doesn’t mean that I am a minister who just wants to sit down and have a simple meal. You also supported me after seeing this, didn’t you?

Look at the wizards today. They all live in barren rural areas, far away from the rest of the world. Everyone goes to Diagon Alley every day. Everyone has seen London before, but they have never felt how terrifying the Muggles' magnificent industry is.

Dullness and numbness are most evident in those people.

Moon, you know, I have a nephew who's at Hogwarts now, and I asked him about everything you said.

He said he didn't know why, but you admired Muggles so much, and you should even say - humans!

He said it with a smile, even though he once sat on the Muggle studies public train, even if he sat on the Muggles' Hogwarts steam train.

They live in rural areas and are isolated from the outside world.

They looked down on Muggles.

But they feel from the bottom of their hearts that they have a share in the majestic tall buildings and terrible industries built by Muggles, and they enjoy the sense of honor of the "Pearl of Humanity's Industry". "

As he spoke, his voice became firmer.

"A few days ago, after I took over as Minister of Magic, I went to Downing Street to meet with Major. You know who I'm talking about, right.

From the beginning, I treated him as an equal, but after the conversation, I continued to inquire about their industry, economy, and politics, and my heart sank deeper and deeper.

In the end, he completely shattered my minister's [self-esteem] with just one sentence. "

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, seeming to recall the words John Major said that day with a gentle smile.

"You are the first wizarding prime minister to have such a strong desire to explore our industry."

As he spoke, he stood up, and the wind from the lake blew the mid-length hair of this old guy in his forties or fifties.

"Mu En, I want this ignorant and numb [era] [society] [thought] to be completely wiped out in my hands!"

"Haha." Mu En slowly leaned on the chair.

"You're taking a big step, be careful."

"Then I will be the most ridiculous minister in history!" Scrimgeour said slowly.

"But he will definitely not be the least enterprising one!"

After hearing his words, Mu En smiled with satisfaction.

"Haha, since you have already made your own decision, why do you still ask me?"

"I need your advice." Scrimgeour stared at him: "Mr. Moon Jones, I know you don't like these politics, but I firmly believe in the direction you pointed out for me."

Mu En was silent. After a moment, he sighed and slowly recovered the fishing rod.

"I will also have many mistakes and biases."

Finally, he turned around and put away the small chair.

"but."

"Let's leave it to future generations to comment."

The next day, Diagon Alley.

On Sunday, the flow of people in Diagon Alley was not sparse, and at the same time, there were many accents from other countries in the whole neighborhood.

"Mr. Jones!" An old black man with a curly beard suddenly noticed Mu En and walked over quickly.

Then, he also saw Dumbledore next to him.

"Albus, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Dumbledore didn't remember who this person was.

"I am Amara Taraji from Wagadu, Moon Mountain." He introduced himself: "I teach Charms in Wagadu."

Wagadu is a magic school from Kenya, located high on the Mountain of the Moon.

"Mr. Jones, I have two small questions about you and the chapter on the concepts of the Amplifier and Guide of the Wizard's Wand in the Basics of Capola Magic presented at the exhibition.

As you know, Africa has always advocated wandless magic, and the importance of your articles to us is self-evident. "

Speaking of which, during this period, many scholars from various countries have been trying to get in touch with Mu En to conduct academic exchanges about the knowledge he exhibited.

However, under Moon's instruction, Scrimgeour and Dumbledore refused for him.

He also didn't expect that he would be caught just for a visit to Diagon Alley.

"Okay, you go ahead." Mu En said helplessly.

The three of them just stood in Diagon Alley and had a discussion before leaving under the respectful eyes of the old professor from Waggadu.

"You have now become someone like Merlin in the hearts of many magic researchers." Dumbledore said with a soft smile.

"It's just a contributor." Mu En shook his head, not wanting to take the reverence and respect to himself.

After all, he was just sharing the knowledge he had gathered elsewhere.

That's all.

As they spoke, the two of them stood in front of a huge, skewed gray-white marble building.

"arrive."

"Do you think these goblins will give you face?" Mu En asked.

"I don't know, but after all, I don't like to rely on strength to solve everything." Dumbledore said.