Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Noon passed quickly, and until the end, Arthur could not understand why Jones would call tomorrow's court hearing good news.

Mu En also left the Three Broomsticks Bar and returned to school.

As soon as I entered the school, two little witches came over.

"Professor, are you busy tomorrow?" She said with an unhappy look on her face.

"Yes, Miss Patz. I have something to do tomorrow, so the class has been adjusted." Mu En nodded: "Why is this expression?"

"It has become Professor Snape's class." She said awkwardly, and then shouted: "Ah! That's not what I meant. No."

Snape appeared on the stairs and looked at Pats calmly: "Talk about the professor behind his back, five points from Ravenclaw!"

As he spoke, his figure gradually approached: "As long as you are self-aware, you will know how much I hate this arrangement, teaching idiots a lesson!"

The little witch had to leave miserably.

Then, Snape cast his deadly eyes on Moon.

"When will the competition start? Are you making any arrangements?"

"Don't worry, Severus, we have to wait for the children to get over their holiday time. Oh, by the way! Have you ever thought of coming up with some prizes?"

"Do you think I am their parent?"

Obviously, Snape disapproved of this proposal.

"You have to give them some incentives, um. How about the elixir of happiness, I think it will be enough to make the children flock to it."

"I don't have much. Only people who have no strength and hope for luck will like this kind of thing." Snape said calmly.

The last time he refined this thing was many years ago.

At that time, he was brewing another difficult potion, but he was really unsure about it, so he used some blessing elixir.

Another time, twelve years ago, he stood in front of that house at night in Godric's Hollow.

At that time, he drank a whole bottle, hoping that the goddess of luck would come.

But it doesn't help.

He hates all theories of luck, and is even more afraid of some people who become blind and arrogant because of their "lucky" things that others cannot do, and thus send themselves into the bottomless abyss one day in the future——

"Relying on luck will do more harm than good." Snape's voice was serious and calm.

"It's just a small gift. But what you said makes sense. Let's talk about it on the weekend. I have to go to class." Mu En nodded casually, and then a box appeared from his hand like magic.

"A gift from the Weasley family." He threw the box towards Snape, then turned and left.

Snape turned his hand, and the wand appeared from his hand, stabilizing the box in mid-air.

When I opened it, I found a small family cake that looked appetizing.

"Tsk——"

He handed the box to a passing Slytherin, then turned and left...

Early the next morning, outside the castle, Hagrid's hut.

It was still dark, and firelight shone through the hut's muddy and yellowed windows.

Hagrid was so excited that he got up early in the morning.

After taking out a deerskin coat that he had sewn many years ago from the closet and putting it on, he came to the mirror, wiped it with an old rag, and then began to comb his beard.

"Ya Ya, come over here and don't disturb me."

Today is a very important day!

He's already thinking about what he's going to do next weekend.

He wanted to go back, to that tomb, to tell that man that his son was not a murderer.

Then, pour him a bottle of his favorite liquor.

Finally, after Hagrid had braided his beard, it was just dawn.

When he opened the door, the cold wind swept through him. He breathed a sigh of relief, closed the door, and walked towards the castle impatiently.

When Dumbledore was wearing a nightgown, melting honey in a cup with a spoon, and then suddenly saw Hagrid, he was confused.

"Hagrid, why are you here? Isn't the trial at ten o'clock in the morning?"

"Oh! The guy below opened the door and I came in." Hagrid said with a silly smile: "I was thinking if it would be better to go earlier. I haven't been to the Ministry of Magic yet. Sir, when should we set off? ?”

Dumbledore glanced at the newly lit sky outside and smiled helplessly: "Right away."

"It just so happens that a friend of mine also invited me to come over earlier and catch up on old times in advance."

"Sir, do you want to call Mu En?" Brother Hai said.

"No, no, he's not here yet." Dumbledore stopped the excited Hagrid.

After sighing and putting down his cup, Dumbledore quickly changed his clothes and walked into the fireplace in the office with Hagrid.

"Ministry of Magic!"

Green flames rose up, and after a moment of spinning, the two arrived at the Ministry of Magic.

"Oh! Mr. Dumbledore, it's an honor to meet you."

"Professor, why are you here?"

The prestige of the old headmaster of Hogwarts was immediately revealed, and there were many people greeting him when he came and went. Peers or those facing him would inevitably move aside to make way for Dumbledore.

And Hagrid is not bad either. He has been at Hogwarts for fifty years, and every employee at the Ministry of Magic now knows him.

"Hagrid, long time no see." "Hagrid, why are you here and dressed up so formally?"

"Damn it, Hagrid, why do you look younger than me? I've only been working for three years!!"

While saying hello, the two walked into the ministry.

"Sir, who is the person you are dating?" Hagrid asked curiously.

Dumbledore looked at the time and turned his head: "Speaking of which, you still know this person. He has ignored external affairs for many years. But after he heard that this matter had something to do with you, he immediately Came over from Dorset.”

"Me?" Hagrid was even more confused.

"Sir, don't be joking. When did I have this ability?" He smiled.

Dumbledore showed a sly smile: "You will know when you see him later."

As he said that, he looked around, a little confused.

Newt is rarely late

Just as he was thinking about it, suddenly, an old wizard with a hunched back, a somewhat shy expression, and his hair sticking to his scalp came over from the elevator panting slightly.

"Ah, Dumbledore!!" He immediately noticed Dumbledore and Hagrid, who occupied half of the corridor.

"Perkins!" Dumbledore nodded to him: "What's wrong?"

He quickly waved his hands and said anxiously: "Thank God, I was originally worried about what to do and didn't know if I should wait for you here.

I just sent an owl to deliver a message to Hogwarts, but you obviously didn't deliver it - God, there was a message ten minutes ago -"

"What happened?" Dumbledore said, remembering some of the methods used by the Ministry of Magic many years ago.

"The trial is Hagrid's trial... They changed the time and location... to eight o'clock in the old tenth courtroom down there..."