Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Moonlight Castle at night.

"So, you saw a healthy Voldemort talking to someone about something?"

"That's right." Harry nodded: "It was in a pure white space, with only a little shadow outlining the dividing line between objects. Judging from the position,"

As he said this, Harry himself felt a little ridiculous.

"The location is on the second floor of Hogwarts."

"A pure white space" Mu En leaned on the sofa.

He has tried it himself. This world does not have derivative worlds such as the spiritual world or the dream world, or the reflection world.

There is also an old man who looks like Dumbledore.

Could it be some kind of parallel world science fiction structure? The old bees in the other world no longer like honey, but their temperament is still the opposite?

Is this really possible?

No, before considering this possibility, it is better to think about whether it is some special secret environment.

"Uncle Mu En, do you think the conversation I saw is what is happening now?"

"Not necessarily." Mu En shook his head: "Logically speaking, maybe yes. But you only saw one picture. You cannot conclude this speculation based on this. More similar situations are needed for reference." .”

"I know." Harry nodded, wariness rising in his heart.

"What I'm more curious about right now is - at the node Hogwarts, why is Hogwarts the place you see?"

"Hogwarts." Harry murmured: "Maybe Hogwarts is a special place for Riddle?"

Mu En's eyes fell on him.

"Well, I felt it from the young Riddle." Harry said about the diary.

"After this period of observation, I discovered that he has a complicated emotion towards Hogwarts. He regards it as the foundation of his power, but at the same time, he does have feelings for the school.

Perhaps because he was in an orphanage as a child, after arriving at Hogwarts, he would inevitably set his heart somewhere, and this place might only be Hogwarts. "

Put your heart somewhere.

'Put your heart somewhere' is a feeling that Harry personally feels. People who have no foundation in their hearts will be extremely insecure. Putting their hearts down is a person's most instinctive need.

It's like a person goes to a strange place, even if there is no danger to life or even food and accommodation, but looking at the unfamiliar streets and the bustling people around him, it is inevitable to think "I don't belong here."

Of course, his words were not so certain.

After all, he didn't think Riddle could simply use common sense to substitute.

"Maybe." Mu En nodded: "To be specific, too much speculation will only distort the goal, so my suggestion is not to make too in-depth guesses and inferences for the time being.

But what is certain is that Riddle may really be coming back. "

After saying that, Mu En stood up and turned back to the basement.

The next day, early in the morning.

At about ten o'clock in the morning, Moon arrived at Hogwarts.

"Good morning, Professor Jones." Filch greeted him with a long broom in his hand. Ever since Moon saved Mrs. Norris, Filch had been unstinting in praising and protecting Moon. If If anyone slanders the professor in the corridor and he hears it, just wait and Filch will give them something to eat.

"Good morning." Mu En nodded and then walked upstairs.

As soon as he reached the third floor, he saw Minerva. He was about to say hello, but unexpectedly she took a breath and walked over quickly: "Jones, are you okay?"

"?"

"Okay, I knew you would come." Minerva said with some worry: "As for the rumors from the outside world, you don't have to worry about it for the time being. Dumbledore can't expel you just because of outside pressure. Damn it." The contribution is obvious to all.”

Mu En was even more confused.

He quickly raised his hand to interrupt the other party: "Wait! Minerva, what on earth is going on?

I came today just to talk to Dumbledore about Voldemort. "

Minerva's heart seemed to be tugged, and she took a deep breath before turning her thoughts back to the name: "You don't know?"

"What do you know?" Mu En was completely confused.

"Okay, let's go up and talk." Minerva said, turned around, and walked towards the principal's office with Mu En.

After a while, the two arrived at the eighth floor through the spiral staircase.

Seeing the two people coming up, Dumbledore was a little surprised: "Oh, Moon, I thought you would solve such a trivial matter by yourself?!"

"Albus, I said, this matter should be handled by the school." Minerva said helplessly: "This is smearing, this is a form of pressure."

"No, no, no." Dumbledore shook his head with interest: "I think Mu En's coming here has absolutely nothing to do with that matter, but because of other things.

Don't tell me yet, let me guess, the reason why you came today. Has the research on living corpses been hindered? ! "

"You are really good at putting gold on your face." Mu En twitched the corner of her mouth, and then looked at Minerva: "But he is right, I really didn't come here for 'that matter', because I haven't come here until now. They are all still in the dark.

So - who can tell me about 'that thing'? "

"Oh." Dumbledore seemed to react slowly, and then took out a newspaper: "I can't explain this. From my point of view, this may be the last stubborn resistance of the Defense Against the Dark Arts curse. ?!

This situation has happened before. When the semester went by smoothly, the professor would be unable to continue teaching due to various reasons during the holidays. "

As he spoke, he handed over a newspaper.

"This was yesterday's paper, we were all outside yesterday, so... no one noticed it."

"Is a teacher who is a suspected criminal and advocates violence qualified to teach at Hogwarts?!"

When she saw this, Mu En raised her eyebrows.

"Oh wow, front page headline."

With that said, he didn't bother to read anymore, but put down the newspaper: "Okay, let's ignore this matter."

Then he turned to look at Minerva: "I'm sorry, Minerva, for making you worry, but as Dumbledore said, this is really not a big deal, so you can relax."

"Seriously?" Minerva asked with some disbelief: "It's not that I don't trust you, but Mu En, you have to know that I don't want to contact someone to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at this time. I'm already busy enough. .”

"Not yet, you can trust me on this." Mu En smiled.

"Okay." Minerva nodded, then turned to leave. When she reached the office door, she turned around with some worry: "If you need our help, remember to say it."

"Definitely." Mu En nodded.

After Minerva left, Dumbledore hugged the cup with both hands and rubbed his fingers together: "So why did you come to me?"