Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

The little wizards kept focusing on the incomplete shadow with complicated eyes.

Grindelwald also looked at these children with soft eyes.

After a while, the broken figure began to collapse.

"It's your turn." Grindelwald looked at Moon: "What I should do has been done."

"Okay." Mu En nodded and looked at the little wizards below.

Then, the silver light gradually became stronger in his eyes.

Silvery mist slowly rose from his body like steaming mist after taking a bath.

The way he projects his soul is slightly different from Grindelwald.

But what remains unchanged is the breath emanating from the soul.

Draco couldn't help but shiver, and the hairs all over his body broke out.

Looking again, he saw Harry next to him, his body stiff and his face serious.

"That's it." He heard Harry whisper.

"What?" Draco whispered.

"Aggression." Harry explained briefly: "As I said, Uncle Moon is not a very"

When he said this, Draco thought of what Harry said when Rita Skeeter reported the incident a few days ago.

Then, the facts turned out to be what he said.

After that, Rita completely cut off the follow-up reports she had mentioned in the newspaper. Instead, she tilted her butt and began to correct all kinds of rumors about Hogwarts.

Not just Draco, almost everyone felt the feeling of being targeted by some kind of predator.

Their previous impression of Professor Jones, that gentle, plain and mature image, gradually changed into a more violent image.

Like the leader behind a certain evil force that dominates one side.

At the same time, Grindelwald was also a little frightened.

In this breath, he smelled the traces left by time.

This proves that Moon Jones has gone through many years - from the perspective of an ordinary human being.

However, this is not the same as the sharpness it reveals.

"Hoho." Grindelwald smiled: "You can still look like a young man at such an age. What an enviable guy."

The life span of the body may be easily extended, but the aging of the mind is difficult for few people to resist.

"Enviable fellow," he muttered.

"I'm still young." Mu En smiled.

After a while, the dense energy slowly condensed into a specific image behind him.

A man appeared wearing an ancient light blue robe, which was an ancient Greek Himashen draped robe that covered half of his body, leaving half of his upper body exposed.

In the exposed areas, full muscle lines can be clearly seen, and golden runes are arrayed on the illusory flesh. Everything inherits the most perfect proportions.

"A golden body."

At this moment, Harry had never understood so clearly what Uncle Moon said to him back then.

Further up is the peculiar head.

People can't help but think of the gods of ancient Egypt.

The mane is longer than the real Moon, the facial features are as clear as a sculpture, and the sharp eyes.

It still has the same head as a Maine Coon cat, but it has a more mysterious and majestic feel to it.

But behind its head, there is a nameless ring that resembles the holy light of gods depicted in religious paintings.

It's just that those lights are mostly golden or in the shape of thorns.

However, here in Mu En, there is a silver light that complements the true nature of the soul.

"Blue robe water. Silver light moon"

A unified picture appeared in many people's minds.

At night, the bright moon hangs high, and in the dark and boundless sea, a three-sailboat stands quietly.

And this image should stand on the bow of the ship, blown by the wild sea wind, and bathed in the moonlight.

"The soul is the embodiment of a person's past, memory, and personality." Mu En spoke slowly, separating the young wizards from the subjective guidance of their own souls.

Suddenly, the little wizards suddenly came to their senses and felt chills running down their backs.

Grindelwald's soul is no longer as aggressive as it was in his youth.

But Mu En's soul was naturally guiding these little wizards.

"What about black magic?" Grindelwald was slightly surprised and looked at Moon: "I don't believe you haven't studied black magic."

"It's over." Mu En smiled: "I have dabbled in it before and tried it, but there is really no way for me to get to the dark side."

"Really?" Grindelwald was a little unconvinced.

"At least for me, I prefer purer methods than black magic." Mu En nodded.

Below, Harry nodded firmly.

At least until now, every time Harry saw Uncle Moon take action, he was mostly telling one fact.

Uncle Mu En is a showman.

And the level of violence is no less than the so-called black magic.

"As for some innocuous costs, the specific embodiment-here."

As he spoke, Mu En pointed to the side of Soul's lower abdomen.

"This is?"

The young wizards, including Grindelwald, all looked at the place where the translucent soul was.

If there's anything that's strange about this body, it's probably just here.

Here, a blue-purple flame burns.

"I asked him to help me deal with unnecessary things. The Star Children are extremely special beings. They can only burn."

He didn't explain much about what the Star Children were.

Grindelwald didn't ask any more questions. He understood that this thing could compensate for the cost of dark magic, and nodded.

Mu En's eyes also stopped at the flame for a moment.

If it weren't for this time, he seemed to have almost forgotten what happened when he signed the contract with Lucifer.

That year, he was still very young

"Professor!" Two voices suddenly appeared.

Mu En turned around and saw one was Claire, who was in fifth grade, and the other was Hedlund.

Hedlund spread his hands in a gentlemanly manner, gesturing for Claire to speak first.

"Is there any problem?" Mu En nodded.

"Excuse me. How do I do this? It looks so awesome." Claire said a little embarrassed.

"Do you mean, the way of projecting one's soul?" Mu En asked.

"That's right." She nodded quickly, her eyes flashing with anticipation.

"I'm sorry." Mu En shook his head: "Projecting one's own soul is not essentially a magic spell, but a small skill. It's like manipulating limbs to perform difficult movements.

And if you want to project your soul without external help, you may still have a long way to go. "

"Oh, that's right." Claire nodded a little disappointed.

"But if anyone is really interested, I will launch a related course in the advanced class, and those who want to try can join in." Mu En said.