Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Unlike what ordinary people see, in the eyes of wizards, this single-family house in the suburbs of this manor is blooming regardless of seasons, the lawn is green, the manor is brightly lit and there are many people coming and going.

After Sclinger was in power, the Cat Party's expansion was secret and rapid. Tonight, it is the political rally of the Cat Party.

But it can also be said to be a rally in most of the Ministry of Magic.

The manor hall was brightly lit, and no matter how they were dressed, they almost wore long robes to express the secrets of the gathering.

This manor is extremely hidden, not connected to the Flying Road Network, and has an anti-phantom movement curse inside. No one except the cat party knows - at least the theory is like this.

The house elves carried silver plates and shuttled through the crowd, adding wine to the wizards.

Ta----

On the left side of the hall, a staircase against the wall, Sclinger slowly walked down, attracting everyone's attention.

He was very tired, his hair was combed in messy back of his head and his eyes were drooping.

"Ladies and gentlemen." He raised his glass, walked down, and finally arrived at the front of the hall.

"This is the first time that there is such a serious gathering in our party," he said.

"Mr. Sclinger." A young man immediately raised his hand: "The Dark Lord to the end-"

"Dark King?!"

It seemed like a chain reaction. A roar exploded for no reason, and the crowd dispersed. With a crisp sound, a man with a hunched body and a pleat on his face, like a pug, walked out.

His magic eyes were rotating irregularly, examining everyone.

"Dark King - who taught you this title?!" Mad-eyed Moody stared at the young man who spoke.

He pressed step by step, and Sclinger did not say anything to stop him.

"I me."

Moody is a real person who has fought with the Death Eaters countless times. Although he has no important position now, he is more like an exception in the Auror office. Relying on his achievements and strength, he has the right position to be no less than the director of the Auror office. .

The strong aura of black magic and blood on his body came out from his eyes, causing the young man to tremble.

"Everyone says that!"

"Everyone? Which one?" His demonic eyes began to surround him again, and no one around dared to look at him, and they looked away.

"Listen, read it with me—Lord Voldemort—"

"LL"

The next moment, Moody's wand was pulled out directly.

As if stimulated, the young man yelled out.

“Lord Voldemort!!”

The next moment, the temperature in the entire hall suddenly dropped a lot, and many people were even trembling.

"Coward." Moody looked at him and whispered indignation. He didn't stop, and he looked at the others again.

"Swing left and right."

The next moment, his eyes turned again.

"Turn the flames and embrace the power, be flattering the will, forget the righteousness when seeing profit, and shirk responsibility."

One person after another lowered his head under Moody's words, or pretended not to hear anything.

Bang--

Finally, he stomped his cane hard.

"Don't let me hear the word "Dark King" again."

After saying that, he finally turned his eyes to Sclinger and spread his hand: "Please!"

Sclinger nodded and opened his hands.

"Everyone, let's first answer a fact that you all want to know, and even saw it in person over London, but are unwilling to admit it no matter what."

Everyone listened with their ears, and even their breathing sounds lowered, just to wait for his next words.

"Voldemort-resurrected!"

The hall was in an uproar and an inexplicable panic began to spread.

"We gather here today, and that's—"

Before Sclinger finished speaking, the crystal chandeliers on the dome of the hall suddenly went out, and darkness poured into the crowd like sticky asphalt. The moment the scream exploded, several green light burst out from the corner, piercing Sclinger's back-

"Armor protects!" Moody's roar tore the air, the iron armor curse barely bounced off the killing curse, and the green light refracted to the ceiling, shattering a relief.

The next moment, in the darkness, a green snake face appeared, with black magic attached to it, making a trembling scream, making people tremble all over.

"Traitor!" Moody roared and pointed his wand into the darkness. His demon eyes whirled wildly, but three robe wizards showed hideous smiles - their cuffs were rolled up, and their left arm was scarlet and dazzling.

Their bodies dispersed instantly, each grasping the target, holding up the wand and pressing it against their throats.

Among them is Amelia Susan Bones, Director of the Legal Enforcement Division.

Previously, because Muen and Sclinger both advocated separation of politics and law, she never showed herself as a Cat Party. This was the first time she stood here as a Cat Party but was taken as a hostage.

"We are here just to pass on the topic. If the respected Mr. Moody doesn't want us to leave, we have to die here together."

The Death Eater spoke with a humble smile, his voice slippery and disgusting, and his eyebrows were full of jokes: "Put down the wand, or watch her die."

"Traitor. You let us-"

"The Dark Lord let us bring you a word!" The man interrupted Sclinger directly.

The entire hall was in a deadlock, and the Death Eater was very satisfied with the result, and he said softly: "You can't afford the price of stubborn resistance!"

Sclinger's knuckles were pinched white, and the Aurors' wands hung in the air, like a group of frozen hounds.

In the silence, a chuckle suddenly sounded.

"cost?"

The sound is soft but clear and powerful. The [Viking War Cry] in his throat cleverly and accurately covers the panic spreading throughout the hall, calming the whole situation.

The shadow flew across the dome, so fast that it seemed to tear the time apart. The next moment, a bloodline bursts on the wrists of the three Death Eaters.

Click—

In an instant, the three men held their hands and landed straight on the ground, blood splattering.

The door was pushed open, and the black cat in a robe walked in gracefully, with a crisp clattering sound from his boots.

The candlelight reignites, and under the swaying firelight, his pupils reflect a strange green and red color.

Harry raised his hand, his hand turned into claws, his sharp nails popped up, and a sharp sound was made on the round table in the center of the hall.

"I'll teach you what the real price is." The boy stroked the pendant of the gilded pocket watch on his cuff, and his voice licked the ice like a snake letter.

"For example... lubricate the gears of the new world with the blood of the betrayer."

After saying that, the bodies of the three Death Eaters were like puppets, implicated by invisible threads, hanging in the air.

The boy strolled in the garden, his fingernails hitting his chin, looked at the three hanging Death Eaters, and looked at Sclinger again.

"I'm really curious, are they three traitors, or are three old Death Eaters who have taken compound decoctions? Or, either?"

No one answered him, and the three Death Eaters couldn't do it. They even had the right to speak out by Harry's spell.

"Voldemort tells you that pureblood is a crown?" Harry looked at the others in the hall again. He had just seen some people. When the Death Eater appeared, his pace kept moving backwards, and he never thought of helping to relieve the predicament. , but thinking about getting out.

He raised his hand, and a drop of blood was taken out of the broken limbs of the three Death Eaters, floating in front of his eyes, and falling to his fingertips.

He raised his hand and bioalchemy began to deconstruct and analyze.

"Two compound decoctions, one betrayer."

His wrist flipped, and the golden snake rod appeared, killing the two Compound Decoction Decoction straight away. Then he led the traitor to him.

"This guy, let me introduce it." He looked at Sclinger.

"William Reeves, a bastard of the Ministry of Education!" Moody's mouth was much faster, and he was eager to tear this life away now.

Harry raised his eyebrows and said in confusion: "Battleman?"

"He's a mixed race," Sclinger explained.

"Then it's really not bad to scold you like this. Do you want to use slaughtering your compatriots to cleanse your bloodlines?"

After saying that, his wand was on the traitor's forehead.

"Divine Feng Wuying!"

There was no too bloody scene. The curse was accurately controlled. A bloodline appeared in the betrayer's throat. In just a few breaths, the man was completely exhausted.

"Houseels, clean up the garbage." Harry didn't look back and just walked towards Sclinger.

In other words, what he is heading is the central position, which represents the position of attention and power.

Seeing this, Sclinger couldn't help but want to speak, but before he could express his words, he pushed them out with one hand, indicating that he didn't have to say much.

"You can quit." Harry spoke.

"Mr. Sclinger, I know you won't bow down to Voldemort, but there is no need for pure politicians in the coming era. Whether it is Voldemort or you or I should be aware of this fact."

No mistakes, one song, one content, one in 6, one book, one bar, one reading!

"what are you up to?"

"Please wait and see." Harry stood in Sclinger's position and turned around. His shadow was stretched by candlelight, covering Sclinger's body retreating into the shadow, like a slid into the core of power, like a slid into the core of power dagger.

At this time, the domestic elves had cleaned up the garbage.

Everyone's eyes were gathered on his face.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself. Some of you have seen me in the Battle of London, and some have seen me on the wanted list."

"You can call me the Chief Officer. Today, I came here to attend the party meeting on behalf of my captain Muen Jones."

After saying that, he showed the ring in his hand.

Everyone below looked at Harry, and to be precise, they were looking at his appearance, and then they fell into silence.

Yes, obviously this guy who looks the same as Mu En is the heir to Mu En!

"Voldemort likes killing." Harry spoke directly into the topic regardless of what the crowd below was thinking.

"He needs his subordinates to call him [Dark King]."

His voice echoed in the hall, and no one dared to interrupt.

"Muggles are lowly, and mud-ba is second; mixed-blood is just a inferior person, and pure blood has the right to citizenship: if the ancestors were rich, they would allow you to be a noble. Of course, these are all falsehoods. Voldemort, he, must stand in heaven. .”

He calmly narrated this fact, as if he was chatting.

"Look, I really don't understand why those pure bloods succumbed to Voldemort."

He waved his hand: "The two Death Eaters just now were both pure blood, but obviously, in Voldemort's eyes, they were not very important either."

Harry raised his hand, and from his palm, a misty blue mist flowed out, beginning to evolve in the air and in front of everyone's eyes.

A wizard walks through the corridors of the campus and soon, coming towards him, another wizard appears, his wrist markings come to life.

The first wizard stopped and respectfully bowed his luggage to the second wizard ninety degrees.

"This is your child." Harry said calmly.

The mist flowed and changed again.

This time, a patient who was cursed and frustrated in the ward of St. Mungo was pushed into the corridor. Oncoming was another patient. He was moved into the ward because his forehead fell below and needed to lie down and rest.

"This is the future you."

The aerosol flows again and the Legal Enforcement Division dismisses a pure-blooded attack on Muggles.

Pure blood, a vested interest - seems?

The next moment, the arrogant pure blood came to Voldemort's palace, knelt on the ground, and gently kissed Voldemort's toes.

But after a moment, he was killed by Voldemort because of his inappropriate words.

Finally, the mist drifted in the air.

"You guys, do you want to see such a world?" Harry looked down and couldn't help but sigh.

Quirky, trembling, scared!

His wand stomped the ground suddenly, and an invisible ripples spread, shattering all the glass in the hall.

At the same time, the battle cry is released.

"Look at me with my eyes wide open!"

"Do you want to see such a world take root and sprout on the land of Britain?!"

"Do you want your lover and parents to live in this land?"

"You want your children to go to Hogwarts in the future. Whenever you see the descendants of the Death Eaters, do you have to bow respectfully at 90 degrees?!"

"Why are you still retreating timidly and deceiving yourself? At this time, are you still trying to surrender and compromise?"

"Or, are you still counting on Dumbledore and Harry Potter? The former is over 100 years old and the latter is underage. Do you want to count on them for your own future?!"

"I won't force everyone to tell me-I'm going to fight Voldemort, against the Death Eaters!"

"But Muen Jones once told me that the most fiery layer of hell will always be left to those who remain neutral in the event of a major crisis!"

He raised his hand and headed forward—

A gust of wind appeared, pushing the door open.

"Make a choice, lords! Take off the ring and you can leave here. I don't require everyone to have the courage to shed blood and sacrifice. You can take your family and leave England, leave the war and smoke!"

Silence, a silence that is more condensed than the night, covers the entire hall.

Suddenly, someone moved.

Behind Harry.

Sklingermai moved his steps and walked towards the gate in silence.

No one said anything, but everyone's eyes fell on him.

Another figure moved.

Remus Lupin.

He stepped on his feet and walked stubbornly towards the gate.

He knew who was standing on the stage now, and his heroic appearance made him feel that he was not James at all.

It's very Mu En!

His pace was slow, but he was a little closer to the gate. After a while, the two walked to the door.

The next moment, the two of them raised one hand and closed the door heavily.

Bang--

They turned around, their eyes as they looked like torches, their hands drooping, standing opposite Harry.

"Party leader!" said Sclinger.

"We are willing to listen to your order for you - to avoid going to that future!" Lupin said with some helplessness, but also comforting.

He was willing to fight for Harry and resist the Death Eaters, which was what he expected!

Seeing this, a big rock fell in Harry's heart.

Success.

Although not everyone is convinced, it can even be said that after tonight, a group of people will inevitably escape.

But his foothold has already been established!

"From today on the opposite side of Voldemort!"

"All the Ministry of Magic must be replaced with Cat Party members within a week. In the next attack between Voldemort and the Death Eaters, only a resolute and tenacious Ministry of Magic can resist it!"

"Whether Wiesengamor or Sir Merlin, even within the Ministry of Magic - as long as there are those bastards who are still addicted to bureaucratic rights and superior bloodlines, we must shut them up!"

"This war does not require these annoying guys!"