Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"consciousness…"

Harry murmured: "I...should be...sorry, I didn't understand."

Mu En smiled nonchalantly, took out the wooden stick again, and then placed it on the already solid table.

Just insert the end at will and it will stand firmly in place. Much higher than other sticks.

This is what a high-level magic spell should look like.

"The so-called enlightenment is a state of mind in which one is not willing to hesitate to deal with something, even if it costs one's life.

Although all of us are avoiding death, as we grow older, we will gradually discover that some things are actually more terrifying than death! "

"this…"

“Mothers who want to protect their children, warriors who are willing to die for their beliefs, heroes who embark on a journey to save others!

This is the consciousness that we will not hesitate to do even if we have to sacrifice our lives.

Awareness is the cornerstone of desire, the three elements of spellcasting! ! "

"Is that so?" Harry murmured to himself, feeling half-understanding.

"Actually, it's also related to the question you were thinking about last year." Mu En reminded him a little.

“It’s the question you asked last year about what you want to do in the future.

Whether it is your dream or your willingness to sacrifice your life for something, it can only be your own imagination, and no one can help you. "Mu En said.

"So that's it." Harry breathed a sigh of relief. At first he thought he had gone the wrong way.

Fortunately not.

"Aren't there any tricks?"

Snapped--

As soon as he finished speaking, he felt like he was slapped on the head.

Mu En looked at him with a half-smile: "When a person has such thoughts and does not stop them, it means that he is not far away from being lured into the abyss by black magic."

Harry quickly sat upright, the hairs on his body standing up: "I know, I just...uh...well, I may have been too hasty, sorry, Uncle Moon."

"Do you know what the shortest shortcut in the world is?" Mu En looked at him and restored the desktop to its original state.

"I don't know..." Harry shook his head.

"The shortest shortcut is to divide one step into two steps." Mu En said slowly.

"Isn't that longer?"

“But only in this way can a person be supported to go further and further.

Since you haven't found your own direction yet, you don't have to be obsessed with advanced magic spells. It's better to continue to return to what you have learned and lay a solid foundation! "

As he said that, Mu En performed the stacking blocks again. The small squares were stacked majestically one after another. They were not piled high enough before they swayed over.

Then the blocks were stacked again, but this time, it was a pyramid structure.

A solid foundation represents a stable superstructure...

A metaphor that children can understand...

……

After Harry left, Moon rested for a while and then stood up again. Follow the stairs in the office and go down to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom.

The corridor diagonally opposite the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom is where Mrs. Norris was petrified, and on the opposite side is Myrtle's territory, an old toilet that has long been neglected and overflowing with sewage.

Mu En walked forward slowly and then came to the toilet.

Filch was squatting at the corner at this time, and felt a little strange when he saw Mu En appear.

Then they saw Mu En walking into the women's toilet.

A damp and moldy room, sewage accumulated on the ground, and black and green moss grew wantonly on the masonry walls.

Mu En's footsteps stopped, unwilling to step into it again.

"Who is it?" A voice suddenly sounded, passing through a silver body from the innermost compartment door panel.

"Oh...Professor, you...why are you here..." She didn't react for a moment, with a shy look on her face.

"Hello, Myrtle." Mu En nodded slightly: "I want to ask, did you see anything about what happened outside your door yesterday?"

Her expression changed, and she suddenly became embarrassed: "No! No! It seems that you, like those guys, have always only wanted to get other information from me."

With that said, she returned to the toilet cubicle, and there was the sound of splashing water, followed by low sobs.

Mu En stood still for a moment, then walked out and closed the bathroom door.

Filch hid in the shadows around the corner with a lewd look on his face.

Then he saw Mu En coming out of it silently. Just when he was wondering, he saw those eyes looking towards him.

He shrank in fear.

Mu En walked slowly to the corner.

"Oh, Professor Jones... what a coincidence." Filch said, lowering his head.

"If you like staying here so much, tell the other students and ask them not to bother the poor ghost with some false rumors."

"Ah..." Filch didn't react for a moment, and then he saw Mu En patting him on the shoulder: "Sorry to trouble you."

"Okay, okay!" He nodded quickly.

The next week came quickly, and Mu En once again emphasized the dangers of black magic and black magic items in class.

He couldn't put the matter on the table directly, otherwise the stupid herd mentality would only lead to more rumors and riots.

As time passed, and Lady Norris once again fought alongside Filch, the rumors began to fade quickly. People began to characterize it as a Halloween prank.

A prank gone too far.

That's it.

Even when Dumbledore borrowed dozens of looking glasses from his old friend, he only found two magical artifacts that were slightly malicious.

Not even a true artifact of dark magic.

Wednesday, three days before Slytherin's first Quidditch match.

At this time, the Slytherin team was still galloping on the court, quickly changing positions.

Hermione contacted Chris and brought Harry basketball and football tactics books, which inspired them a lot.

This made her feel a sense of betrayal, so after consulting Harry, she vaguely reminded Wood if there was any chance to find some tactical inspiration from ordinary people's sports.

Wood agreed simply, but put the matter aside for later.

The game time is approaching, and Wood’s secret weapon of getting up early and working late cannot be given up...

"Change formation, change positions!!"

"Pousse! You don't have to steal the Quaffle. You just have to slowly force your position and block Calvin's opportunity to throw the ball into the third frame as much as possible.

For the rest, you should keep your faith in McCeery! You take the pressure off him and he intercepts better.

Mike, you also need to believe in Pousse more and focus on the first and second frames! ! "

"Garde, you should gather with Kevin at this time and ask the opponent to relax their defense on the left side."

Harry hung high in the sky, constantly observing the cooperation of the team members below and giving suggestions.

As a free man, he was assigned this task by his teammates, and he quickly took on the role.