Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

In the morning in Diagon Alley, snowflakes were falling and the streets were bustling with activity. Shopkeepers waved their wands and hung garlands of holly, mistletoe and pine branches on their shop signs.

jingle--

The bell rang, and the receptionist took his eyes away from the gold certificate and looked at the door.

A blond woman walked in. She was wearing a crimson coat, her hair was styled into delicate, stiff, weird curls, and she was wearing a pair of jeweled glasses.

The receptionist quickly lowered his head: "Ms. Skeeter, good morning. Here are two of your letters."

"Good morning, little Rendell." A somewhat artificial smile appeared on Rita's face, with three shining gold teeth.

She walked to the front desk, gently pulled down her glasses, then lowered her eyebrows to look, and after a moment she smiled widely.

"Thank you." She said, then turned and walked inside.

Walking all the way to her office, she opened the door and was the first to see a man sitting behind her desk, holding a manuscript in his hand and reading it with gusto.

"Sir, this is a private office." Rita pushed up her glasses. She knew very well that she had no exclusive interview appointment today.

But the man put down the manuscript in his hand and stood up: "Oh, Ms. Skeeter, I have been waiting for you for a long time."

"I remember that I have no interview arrangements today." She raised her thick eyebrows, walked in, and put her purse on the table: "If you want to report, you can go to the front desk to make an appointment, but not today, today..."

"You didn't run away or pull out the wand. Instead, you walked in and put your bag on the table?" Mu En interrupted her with a surprised voice.

"How old are you? When you were taking Defense Against the Dark Arts at Hogwarts, Riddle probably hadn't set a curse yet - you should have received a real education in Defense!"

"What you said is a bit rude, please get out immediately." Rita Skeeter frowned, and then she belatedly put her hand into her purse and held the wand.

Mu En looked at her actions and was a little surprised: "So you also know the word 'polite'.

Then I'm curious, what do you think you would make groundless accusations against me? "

"You are…?"

"Oh, I haven't introduced myself yet." Mu En's face twisted, and then an image wrapped in silver hair was revealed.

Suddenly, Rita Skeeter was frightened and took two steps back, her heels making a crisp sound on the ground.

"Moon Jones is the current Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts." Moon said: "Of course, according to you, there are also titles such as 'violent element', 'collaborator of Dumbledore's conspiracy', 'suspect' and so on."

"It's you! What do you want to do here?" Rita Skeeter sounded more panicked.

"I don't do anything, I just hope you can stop your stupid remarks in the newspaper." Mu En said.

"That's not a stupid statement, it's just a reasonable speculation on the facts from a different perspective," she said.

boom--

Suddenly, her figure flew out and hit the wall.

"Wizards invented apparation in order not to waste time on the road. You don't think I want to waste this saved time just to talk nonsense with you." Mu En slowly moved forward.

"Skeeter, you know best what kind of article you are writing, and as the author, you also know very well what kind of descriptions and modifications can be used to arouse people's emotions.

You have never been a reporter who speaks out for justice. You are a writer of entertainment articles. Your failure to sign a contract with the Quibbler is the biggest loss for the entertainment section. "

"You are committing a crime...the Ministry of Magic will not..." She staggered to her feet.

laugh--

A shrill scream appeared, blood spattered on the wall, and a blood hole appeared on her body.

"Stop your false reports. I'm very busy recently. Don't waste my time." Mu En said again: "If you want to bet on whether I will kill you, you can give it a try."

Afterwards, the only sounds left in the office were heavy breathing and low whimpering.

"Don't wait, you can't be heard outside, and the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic will not come here." After a moment, Mu En finally spoke to interrupt her fantasy.

This woman seemed to be stalling for time as she refused to shed tears until she saw the coffin.

"I have another question now." Mu En looked at her.

She finally faced the reality. There was silence outside the house. From the corner of her eye, she could only see the snowflakes outside the window still in the sky, and the bustling sounds did not penetrate through.

Then she gritted her teeth and endured the severe pain: "You...please say, Mr. Joan...Jones!"

"I want to know how you knew about what happened two years ago." Mu En slowly said, "I don't think Scrimgeour has the guts to tell you."

He thought this matter was over more than once, but he didn't expect that it would be revealed every year.

His words were neither hasty nor slow, but they were like a bolt from the blue when they fell on Skeeter's ears.

"Wait...what?" She raised her head in disbelief. At this time, her exquisite hairstyle and makeup were all in a mess.

That case two years ago... was it really? !

And Scrimgeour, the head of the Auror office - he's also related to Moon Jones? !

"You don't want to tell me, you just guess that the case two years ago is related to me." Mu En laughed a little: "Let me tell you first, the Ministry of Magic also used this reason to arrest me last year."

"Wait?! No... I don't know, I'm just guessing - a reasonable guess! I'm a reporter, it's just a way to arouse readers' interest - I have no idea it's your handiwork, otherwise how could I dare--"

"You even dare to write about Dumbledore and the Savior, so why don't you dare." Mu En smiled helplessly and shook his head.

It seems that these small tricks cannot sway this woman.

Yes, after all, he is a well-established character in this magical world, wandering around in various dangerous topics. He doesn't think much, and he has probably killed himself long ago.

Thinking about it, he raised his hand, and the hand turned into a giant claw of blue and purple, like the auroral background of the starry sky, and grabbed her.

"No—it's not really me—"

boom--

The giant claw clenched into a fist fiercely, and Mu En looked surprised and became serious.

He retracted his paws that were clenched into fists and saw a beetle lying in his palm.

Suddenly, a flash of light suddenly opened in his mind, penetrating everything.

He turned his palm over and the beetle fell weakly to the ground.

The next moment, the whole person disappeared, the air flow rolled up in the closed office, the manuscripts flew in the sky, and then fell to the ground like fallen leaves.

In the office, on the ground, the beetle quickly returned to its human form. She quickly stood up and checked her whole body.

However - nothing was found. The pain when his back hit the wall, as if the bones were about to break, and the bloody holes on his body were all like a dream.

There were only scattered manuscripts and overturned ink bottles in the entire office to prove what had just happened.

There was a knock on the door, and a nervous inquiry suddenly came from outside.