Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Flint." Moon remembered this person: "He hasn't graduated yet?"

"It took him an extra year to get used to Durmstrang's rhythm," Karkaroff said.

"Sounds good." Mu En nodded.

A moment later, Dumbledore also came belatedly. When he saw Mu En, he was obviously not too surprised.

After another round of pleasantries, the formal meeting began.

After a boring introduction to the Triwizard Tournament and the reasons why it should be restarted, the meeting came to the first topic.

"Security Question."

"We all know that the Goblet of Fire has always been famous for its high risk, which is why it has been repeatedly interrupted in history. So when the game restarts this time, we hope to add more safety guarantees to the Goblet of Fire." Magic International Cooperation Affairs The director of the department, Cleveland Lauer, spoke word by word, his words were clear and his expression was meticulous.

Karkaroff politely tapped the table with his fingertips: "As for safety issues, I personally hope that a more stringent restriction can be added to the Goblet of Fire to ensure the safety of all participants. Facts "No one wants a grand event between the three schools to turn into a tragedy or a farce."

"What's your suggestion?" Cleveland looked at him.

"Perhaps we should add an age line to ensure that every student is an adult," he said.

Mu En's head tilted. Isn't the Goblet of Fire responsible for selecting the contestants? Ensure that every contestant is the best in each school. Adding another age line is no different than taking off your pants and farting.

He and Dumbledore looked at each other, and both felt that the purpose behind these words did not seem to be a security issue.

"Adults are responsible for their own choices." After Karkaroff finished speaking, he leaned on the chair and gently stroked his goatee with his fingers.

Ah ha, Mu En understood now.

To avoid risks, I will organize a competition to give you the opportunity to compete for honors for the school, but if you die, the school will not bear responsibility!

"That's true." Mu En nodded in agreement: "Except for the connotation that those of you who organize the competition are underage, it is indeed true."

Karkaroff moved his tongue in his mouth for a while, looked unhappy, and gradually leaned forward.

"Sorry, Mr. Jones, I don't understand what you're talking about."

"The competition is organized by the school and the Department of Sports Management of the Ministry of Magic, so safety issues and responsibilities should also be held by you, the organizers of the competition, the 'adults' in the social sense."

As he spoke, Mu En played with the parchment in his hand.

"Isn't planning an age line evading the responsibilities that event organizers should bear? Of course, I can accept it if you want to hold a life-and-death battle, but it shouldn't be a competition for those adolescent brats.

And on the other hand, when you resume the competition this time, you definitely don’t just want the competition to be held once and end in a hurry, but you want to restore this tradition.

I think the age line is very untraditional. In the competition held once every five years, contestants can only be over the age of seventeen. If Dumbledore was in fifth or sixth grade this year, it would be very unfair to him. "

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Oh oh oh~" Karkaroff fell back.

"As expected of a defensive teacher, it seems that he really takes safety issues seriously."

Mu En accepted the so-called 'praise' very indifferently, and even shook his head in a pretense of humility: "I'm just fulfilling the responsibilities that a teacher should fulfill."

Such behavior made Karkaroff's expression even more ugly, and then he said: "Okay, how about you give me a reasonable suggestion?"

Mu En's eyes swept across the parchment: "In other words, the last time the competition was suspended, it was because a chicken-bodied snake-tailed monster escaped from control, resulting in casualties to personnel, including the major principals."

"Who was in power at that time?" Moon looked at Dumbledore.

"Gordon Flanagan," Dumbledore responded.

"I propose to list this person as the number one most irresponsible principal of Hogwarts." Moon put down the parchment, and then said with a smile: "You don't need to be number one."

"Ah, me?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, not knowing when this ranking was.

Mu En said directly: "Let's get back to the topic. It's obvious that the Goblet of Fire has always been a bit stupid."

"This has a history of seven hundred years." Mrs. Maxim couldn't help but remind her tactfully.

Mu En nodded slightly to this elegant lady as a sign of courtesy.

"I don't hide my purpose. I think my duel competition is very interesting, so I hope that what can take away my competition can only be a more interesting competition." Mu En said: "But now it seems that from just now Traditionally, this game is obviously a bit silly, as evidenced by the fact that the game has been canceled several times.

Obviously, the organizers of many competitions in the past have directly focused the competition on the [high difficulty] gimmick, which has led to frequent incidents of excessive casualties.

After all, it was an accident if one of them died, but if all the principals were injured - that was an accident.

Instead of advocating the so-called high difficulty here, it is better to consider the content of the game more carefully and what difficulty is more appropriate. "

Cleveland nodded: "So Professor Jones, your opinion is to ensure safety issues by adjusting the content of the game."

"It should be so. The Goblet of Fire itself is responsible for the selection of participants. It has selected the best from each school. What can be controlled at this time is naturally the content of the event."

Cleveland looked left and right, his eyes fell on Karkaroff, and asked: "Do you principals have any other opinions?"

Karkaroff nodded: "Okay, I guess not."

"Then let's continue the meeting and make some adjustments and opinions on the content of the game." Cleveland said, turning his attention to Mu En again.

"Professor Jones, it seems you have something else to say about the competition."

"Thank you." Mu En nodded: "Each school selects one person to compete with each other to see who is better. Well, what is the meaning of school? After all, we all know that the top person in a school will Excellence never comes from school.”

Mrs. Maxim listened to Mu En's words and nodded slightly involuntarily.

No one will deny this statement.

Only the top students in a school represent the educational level of the school.

A top-notch person cannot represent anything - that is a genius.

"Who has a little genius?" Mu En also took advantage of the situation and said what Mrs. Maxim said.

"I agree." Dumbledore laughed and pushed up his glasses.

He inexplicably thought of his student days. At that time, he already had many titles, but it would definitely be good if he could add another Triwizard Tournament champion.

Although Dumbledore is over a hundred years old and no longer strives for honors like he did in school, he has never felt that what he did back then was "childish".

Instead, I sighed from my own perspective - it would be great if there was a top three trophy.

"So you mean, a team competition?" Karkaroff looked at Mu En and said, "A group of top-notch people in the school, right?"

"That's interesting." Mu En nodded.

His duel competition is open to all students. Now this competition is about three contestants competing for the top. The other little wizards can participate, except for writing their names and throwing into the Goblet of Fire at the beginning. Can I be a spectator?

It's no wonder that in addition to the sense of honor between schools, it has to be made more difficult as a gimmick - otherwise bystanders would not watch at all. They lack a sense of participation in the first place, and the pictures they can watch must pursue excessive stimulation. And awesome.

This mechanism is a waste of time.

"Okay." Karkaroff smiled, revealing his big yellow teeth and gums.

Mu En looked at him in surprise. At first, he thought this guy would take the initiative to contradict him.

"Igor, it seems that you have confidence in your children who know dark magic." Dumbledore smiled.

"Of course, yes, what teacher doesn't have confidence in his children?" Karkaroff raised the corners of his mouth.

"Yes." Mu En also nodded: "Which teacher would not have confidence in the students under his hands?"

"Okay, let's get back to the specific content of the game."

The meeting was very long. After Mu En put forward his ideas, it was time to discuss the details.

It wasn't until almost evening that a group of people came out.

Arriving at the eighth floor, which is the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, Mu En said goodbye to Madam Maxime and thanked her for the books she brought out. Unexpectedly, she met a familiar face.

It was a man with wrinkles and gray hair, wearing a black formal suit and a windbreaker that were completely different from what he wore before. His left hand was hung up with a bandage, and his right hand was on crutches.

"Remus." Moon looked at him: "Oh, what a big change."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Moon."

"Yes, it's gotten worse." Lupine limped over and asked, "Why are you here?"

"There was a small meeting." Mu En explained: "How did you become like this?"

"It's very miserable, isn't it? It happened to me when I went to Scotland. There was a werewolf gathering place there that I was familiar with, so I went there, hoping to help some werewolves."

"No, I'm talking about clothes, um. They're real, and the fabric is good.

As for you, although you are a little injured, you are still fine. You may not have noticed it yourself, but your energy and spirit have completely changed! "

"Oh? Clothes?" Lupine didn't react, and then explained: "It was Harry's suggestion to me. The minister suggested that I change my clothes, and then I also mentioned these things in my letter to Harry, and he followed suit. Gave me a dress book."

'Sounds like the one I gave him when he was ten'

Lupine continued: "Harry, the boy, I have to say, he did me a great favor and made me more acceptable in the Ministry."

Just as he was talking, a colleague from the Ministry of Magic came over, but he slowed down and walked around in a circle, passing by the three of them.

When Mu En turned his head, he could still see from the back of the man that the guy was fanning his nose with his hand.

It seemed that the air Lupine breathed was laced with wolfsbane.

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Lu Ping also showed an embarrassed look, and then explained: "It has been easily accepted. Really, this is a good situation. At least the minister's complaint mailbox has not been blocked."

"What about your own mailbox?" Mu En looked at him.

Lu Ping was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and finally sighed: "At least it's not a complaint letter. It's a good thing, right. And many people in the ministry accepted it."

As if to prove what he said, a young girl came over.

She has a pale heart-shaped face, sparkling black eyes, soft pink hair, yes, pink bubblegum-like hair, wearing a shirt from the Weird Sisters, and patched jeans.

"Director Lu Ping." She greeted Lu Ping gracefully. Then he turned to Dumbledore and Moon.

"Principal, and Professor Jones, do you remember me?"

"Tonks?" Moon said, "If I remember correctly, Kingsley called you that."

"Thank you." She pursed her lips and smiled softly, as if she didn't expect that Mu En would really remember her.

"I'm very impressed by you, the rock girl in the Auror office." Moon smiled.

"Oh, you also like the Weird Sisters?" she said: "But I'm not in the Auror office now, I'm in the Werewolf Management Office now. I'm responsible for finding the werewolves with the director.

After all, Professor, you don’t know that the place where werewolves gather is not that safe. "

It seemed that because of Lupine's presence, the girl kept using euphemistic words while speaking.

As she said this, she was a little angry: "Those guys are really outrageous. They feel that Lupine is betraying them - they even think that we are trying to trick them into coming to the Ministry of Magic so that we can kill them once and for all."

Obviously, Lupine's path was not smooth.

"Don't worry, they are just being vigilant. Without this, they wouldn't even survive." Lupine comforted Tonks. He had already expected these results because he was a werewolf before.

Yes, they will just become distrustful of anyone, because the entire wizarding world does not believe in werewolves.

The "Werewolf Capture Squad" is no joke.

"Well, no matter what, I wish you success in what you want to do." Mu En patted Lu Ping's shoulder.

"Thank you, so are you." Lu Ping showed a smile: "I have heard some news."

"I wish you good luck." Mu En smiled.

After Moon and Dumbledore left, Tonks quickly handed a box of medicine to Lupin.

"Director, I'm wondering if I'm not suitable to go out with you." Tonks said awkwardly.

"Why did you have this idea?" Lupine asked as he opened the medicine bottle.

"Isn't the fact in front of you?" Tonks said: "If it weren't for me, you might not have to be injured. If I show up, those werewolves will resist me and distrust you."

If Lupine hadn't defended her from the attack, perhaps Tonks would be lying on the hospital bed now, waiting to become a werewolf.

And if it weren't for the blood wolf potion given by Harry, it is estimated that Lupine's injuries would not be just this little.

"No, you did a great job. I think I lack some communication skills, maybe because my attitude towards the little wizards made them unhappy. In short, you did a great job, Tonks."

Tonks clearly didn't believe Lupin's words, as he said it himself, his damn tone sounded like he was talking to a young wizard.

but

"Okay." Tonks smiled: "Then you should take good care of yourself during this period, and don't be in a hurry to go on a mission."

"Is this why you don't use magic to treat me?" Lu Ping said helplessly.

And just now Moon and Dumbledore seemed to have acquiesced.

Tonks smiled helplessly, then waved: "Goodbye, Director, I have to go home, and so do you."