Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

In October, the cold wave is approaching, and the temperature dropped a little earlier this year. Many young wizards were caught off guard, and the infirmary was even a little short of refreshments.

If you see someone walking in the hallway with smoke coming from their ears, be careful. Smoking from the ears is a side effect of the refreshing drug. The guy who drank this drug must have a cold.

Of course, this definitely does not include Mu En.

At this time, he was in a warm office, with ten piles of homework floating in front of his desk, all facing him. As for himself, he was holding a cup of energy potion with his pupils dilated.

The ten quills were constantly dipping in ink in the ink bottle to correct the little wizards' homework.

This strange state suddenly stopped after seeing an assignment.

A decent paper about red hats. Looking at the whole article, there are no major problems.

What surprised him was the author of this article.

Ron Weasley.

To be honest, this child here at Mu En is really not that outstanding. Mu En can still vividly remember the ghoul class a few days ago.

Ghoul, when he was looking for this guy's living material, he learned from the Gemini that there was a ghoul in the attic of the Weasley family.

So at that time, Mu En wanted to give the child more opportunities to perform in this ghoul class.

But this child was confused, his eyes were sunken, and he looked like he hadn't woken up, let alone answer the questions.

The subsequent assignments that were handed in were even more illogical and often interspersed with sentences that contained in-depth understanding. At first glance, it was not from his own understanding.

This time the homework was obviously much better.

Taking into account the child's own performance issues and status in the classroom, and then comparing it horizontally with his brothers... Mu En felt that this child should need some encouragement.

Thinking about it, he added a standardized chicken soup phrase to the parchment roll.

Half an hour later, all the parchment scrolls slowly fell on the table, and the correction of the homework handed in this week came to an end.

In the past month since he joined the job, he has gradually adapted to this life of taking time off from work. As for the gains...if we talk about the respect and love of the little wizards, he feels that he has gained a lot.

Of course, not all, no one in this world can like everyone.

As for those who don't like it, don't worry about it, they can't resist anyway.

After grading the test paper, Mu En stood up and stretched. There was a crackling sound on his body, which made Lucifer frown in the fireplace.

"Where are you going?" Lucifer asked.

"Pig's Head Bar" Mu En said, then opened the door, said goodbye to Yi Huo Yi Hua and left.

After the door was closed and the office was quiet for a while, Lucifer suddenly said: "That... Miss Painting."

Somehow, Lucifer was also infected with this unique way of addressing him.

"Mr. Fire, what's the matter?" Sindel turned her head and looked at the fireplace below.

"I wonder if you are free. Could you please go to Dumbledore's office for me and ask if Fawkes has time to come here as a guest?"

……

Walking to the first floor, Moon happened to meet Harry and his group. They were holding brooms and wearing Slytherin Quidditch jerseys, and one person was holding a heavy box.

But...there are only six people?

"Professor Jones."

"Good afternoon, Professor."

Harry was no exception. While saying hello, he also raised Meteor. The handle of Meteor's broomstick was slightly bent, as if he was nodding.

Mu En responded one by one.

After Mu En left, they continued their discussion.

"I just realized that Marcus didn't even organize training." Someone said.

"It doesn't matter. Harry can take over his position. Chasers and Seekers require similar flying skills, and Seekers, as free agents, don't have any unique training content."

"This bastard, I really don't know why Professor Snape made him the captain of the team."

Someone responded with a smile: "Because he can win."

"Is that considered a win?"

Seeing that the discussion was getting more intense, Garde quickly came out to smooth things over: "Okay, maybe Marcus is just feeling unwell. Let's just do targeted training first."

"Fart, he just doesn't like Potter." The person who just spoke became even more unhappy when he heard Gald's words.

Harry shrugged: "I don't understand, maybe... that's it."

He didn't dare to make such a definite conclusion. If Marcus was really just feeling unwell, wouldn't this be groundless speculation and looking down on others? !

Thinking about it, the group of people walked into the stadium. Gard seemed to have a lot of knowledge in Quidditch and began to organize training.

They even mentioned the Slytherin team's archenemy, the Gryffindor team. Their captain, who is in sixth grade this year, is a top goalkeeper, and their two batters are the Weasley brothers who work seamlessly together. .

To cope with this situation, Slytherin's goalkeepers had to train with faster, smaller, and heavier Bludgers.

The other players also have to practice dodging and cooperating with each other.

Several people trained until the sun went down. Everyone saw Meteor's performance and became full of confidence. Without him, the position of seeker, which determines 150 points, is really crucial.

After the training, Harry said goodbye to everyone in Slytherin and rushed to the library. The library will close at nine o'clock, time is tight.

On the way, there was a click and a flash of white light.

Harry took a deep breath helplessly, raised his head, and saw a very thin, gray-haired boy on the other side of the corridor staring at him as if he was possessed.

The boy was holding a camera in his hand. As soon as Harry's gaze fell on him, the boy's face immediately turned red.

"Creevey, please give me some personal space. I remember I said this a long time ago, but you have to use practical actions to make me 'forced' to say it again every week."

"Hug... I'm sorry, Potter, I just can't help it." Colin Creevey stammered in a low voice. Harry was so powerful that he stuttered a bit.

However, because of this, he felt that it was reasonable. Without this kind of momentum, how could he defeat the mysterious man.

"By the way...Mr. Potter, um...can I take a photo with you? My brother wants to see it. It's best to get an autograph or something."

"No way." Harry shook his head and walked past him.

"Then we won't take any photos, just sign autographs, how about that?" Colin followed quickly, unyielding.

"Listen, friend! I'm honored to have your recognition. But you have to understand that defeating Voldemort has nothing to do with me at all!! I'm just an ordinary-"

Harry looked at Colin's flushed face. He seemed to have been hit hard on the head with a hammer and was not in his right mind.

Helpless, he immediately stopped speaking.

Because whatever you say later will be useless and this guy won't listen.