Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

September 1st, morning.

The car slowly stopped in front of King's Cross Station. Opposite the station was a red brick building under construction, which looked extremely magnificent.

"By the way, I never knew what was going to be built here. Is it a new hotel?" Chris closed the car door, and the two little wizards quickly moved their luggage out of the trunk.

"The new British Library will open in 1998, and the Queen will come to cut the ribbon then." Mu En locked the car door.

"You know all this?" Chris crossed the car and the four of them walked towards the station.

"A little bit of divination skills." Mu En smiled, and not long after, a few people arrived at the nine-quarter three-quarter platform.

As soon as they passed the station's wall gate, a glass lens came up to them.

Chris was startled and put his arm between the two children: "Oh, what is this?"

Then, a tall man stood by the entrance, wearing a purple robe: "Oh, don't be nervous, it's a routine inspection."

"Inspection?" Mu En looked at Kingsley in surprise: "What kind of routine inspection?"

Kingsley waved and motioned for the two Aurors behind him to come forward. One was a boy that Moon met when he was a librarian the year before last, and the other was a girl with purple highlights and freckles.

"Bridger, Tonks, keep checking, be serious."

"Okay, team leader." The two nodded. Then Kingsley turned to look at Moon: "Come here and talk first, there is someone behind you, Professor Jones."

After walking a little away from the entrance, Kingsley explained: "It's about Sirius. People from the Ministry of Magic submitted relevant monitoring measures to Dumbledore, saying it was to protect the children."

"Dumbledore agreed?"

"No, he refused." Kingsley explained in a low voice: "But for some reason, he instead said that we could do the station inspection, so we came, and there were two professors in the carriage. patrol."

After listening to Kingsley's words, Mu En nodded and finally understood.

"So, Professor Jones, what's wrong?" Kingsley asked cautiously.

"No problem." Mu En nodded, what else could be done, using Sirius's excuse to use the Ministry of Magic's labor force to check on Voldemort.

But there is no need to say this kind of thing.

He wasn't close to Kingsley.

"Okay." Kingsley smiled and said, "I wish you a smooth journey. I'll go back to work first."

"Thank you."

"What happened?" Chris stepped forward and asked.

"Nothing, there is a fugitive still outside. For the safety of the children, the school is doing an inspection here." Mu En explained.

"That's good." Chris nodded and looked down at the two children: "Okay, get in the car quickly."

Hermione began to review in her mind whether she had anything that she had not packed away. She counted them one by one from the first book to the thirty-second book to bring, and finally thought of the Hogsmeade signature form to confirm that it was correct. Finally, he said goodbye to Chris and got on the train with Harry.

The station was bustling with people, and soon the train was slowly driving towards the mountains, not to mention emitting thick gray smoke.

In the carriage, Harry and Hermione found an empty carriage and sat in quickly. Harry put the basket aside, and a fat yellow cat with a big face walked out of it, stretching lazily. .

"Crookshanks, don't run around," Hermione said.

Harry glanced at the fat, yellow cat. It was a big cat that Hermione bought from Diagon Alley. It always reminded him of Hermione's mask.

Then he tried to control his animagus and meowed twice.

"Meow-"

Crookshanks glanced at Harry like he was an idiot, then went back to sleep in the basket.

"It's laughing at you." Hermione smiled.

At this moment, the compartment door was opened, Draco opened it, and a girl followed behind him.

"I guessed it right, you are right here." Draco smiled, then walked in the door, accidentally kicked Crookshanks' basket, and was startled by the cat's meow.

"Oh wow, what a fat little thing." He said in surprise: "Granger, did you raise it?"

"It has a bad temper. If you call it fat again, be careful." Hermione said, then looked at the girl behind her.

"Who is this?"

"Daphne's sister," Draco said, "They couldn't fit in, so I met her in the aisle."

With that said, Draco turned his head: "What's your name?"

"Astoria," the little girl said.

"Well, that's it anyway. Daphne is playing Gobstone with Pansy and the others, filling up the carriage. I'm going to find a place for her."

Harry scratched his face and looked at Draco with a strange look.

"Where's the room?" Hermione asked.

"Where's Crabgoyle? Those two are arm wrestling to see who grows bigger during the holidays," Draco said.

"You are really crazy, just sit here." Hermione stood up and pulled the little girl behind Draco to her seat.

"Whatever." Draco shrugged, then sat down tiredly.

"You are Harry Potter?" Astoria asked nervously and curiously.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"By the way, I've never seen you before?" Draco looked at Astoria curiously: "At various parties, um. Although I heard about her having a younger sister from your sister."

Astoria thought about it for a moment before saying, "I don't like those situations."

"It seems we have the same opinion, it's too noisy." Draco nodded, then turned to look at Harry, spreading his hands: "So where are my things?"

Harry rummaged through his pocket and finally took out a small stack of superhero comics.

"What is that?" He noticed a large object that Harry was holding. The plastic texture reminded him of the Muggle creations on the street before.

"The projector, Fred George and the others want to study it." Harry explained: "Maybe there will be a chance to watch a movie at Hogwarts in the future."

"Good idea." Draco opened the comic, his eyes lit up, and he finally added: "If they are short of money for their research, you can tell me."

Then he devoted his attention completely to the book he had never seen before.

Isn't this better than a textbook? !

It wasn't until the afternoon that Draco put down the book in his hand.

"This is called a book! Those things that only have words and rigid dogma are indeed a bit outdated."

As he spoke, he raised his head. Suddenly, he discovered that Granger, who was sitting opposite, was whispering to Astoria some of the key points of first-year transfiguration.

"You need more practice," Hermione said, holding a small piece of thin paper between her fingers. The paper was then released into the air, turned into a butterfly, and flew back to her hand.