Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

The night sky was clear, and the girl in front of Mu En, like a child who had done something wrong, lowered her head and did not dare to look directly at him.

"Let's take a walk." Mu En said.

"Good Mr. Jones." She nodded timidly.

Afterwards, the two walked on the green hillside towards Aurelius's tomb.

"You come out a lot lately," Mu En said.

Nagini slowed down and gradually came behind Mu En, like a follower.

"Yes, sir." She nodded, dragging the shovel weakly, making scratches on the grass, and then the grass stood up strong again.

Gradually, they came to the hillside.

Next to Aurelius's tombstone, there was a large pit. They were very close to each other, as if someone was planning to rob the tomb.

"Why are you doing this?" Moon asked, and he turned around: "Nagini, you don't need to be so nervous, just like I said, it's just a chat, and I said it a long time ago, you don't need to Have any regrets towards me!"

"I'm nothing. I'm just."

"Let me boast, you will never find a confidant as good as me and Sindel. First of all, we are similar in age. We are not like children who cannot understand your thoughts, nor are we like Dumbledore - the two This person, unlike them, has the status of an elder.

And the most important thing is that you and I have nothing to do with each other, so you can tell me what you think without any burden. "

Nagini finally raised her head a little, and her pale face reflected the moonlight.

"That's not what I wanted to do." She whispered, slowly squatting down, then sitting on the grass, leaning weakly on Aurelius's tombstone.

"It's - her! She wanted to do this."

"She? Who is it?" Mu En stood beside her. Following her gaze, Mu En saw the Pig's Head Bar in the village below.

"Nagini, Nagini wanted to do this," she said. "I inherited her memory and I know this is what she wanted to do."

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Moon was silent. He once thought that he and Dumbledore had succeeded.

Now it seems that it could not have been more wrong.

The cold wind blew from the hillside, which was a bit unpleasant.

"You can live your own life." Mu En said.

"Me?" She smiled: "Who am I? Sir?"

"You are." Mu En's words were stagnant.

"Mr. Jones, please don't say that I am Nagini." She said with a smile: "I have tried, but every time I want to believe that I am her, the crack in my heart becomes bigger. , inevitable, like a vicious cycle, like Mr. Dumbledore’s pickled cucumbers that failed to pickle.”

"I'm not Nagini, I just used her body, her memory, and her broken soul to piece together a monster."

"Each of us is a monster." Mu En said.

"It's different." Nagini said, "At the very least, you have a father and a mother, and you are monsters who know where you come from, right?"

"You can have your own life." Moon hesitated for a while and said, "Aberforth will definitely be willing to support you, and so will Dumbledore."

"Life. Mr. Jones I don't understand what life is," she said with a smile.

"Mr. Jones. No, Professor!"

"Suppose. If I may die at any time, but I don't know the specific time, then how will I spend the next day?!"

As she said that, she turned around and said, "Professor, the answer to this assignment is - do what you want to do and love so that you don't waste every day, right?"

Mu En nodded: "Yes."

"So... what can I do? What should I do? What do I want to do?" She thought deeply, her long hair blocking her confused face because of the wind.

"It's okay, as long as it's what you want." Mu En said.

"But I don't know." She shook her head: "Sir, memory - memory is my past, which constitutes my personality, my view of the world, and my understanding of people. So... what about 'I' ?”

Her shoulders gradually shrugged, and her tone gradually trembled.

"'I'. I have no memory. All of 'my' memories belong to 'her'. My thoughts and my choices are inevitably affected by 'her'."

She choked up a little.

"What I'm doing now is what 'she' wants to do. Nagini doesn't know anyone in this world, and 'she' wants to accompany him. It's that simple."

"You can refuse." Mu En said stubbornly.

Yes, stubborn.

He found himself unable to be frank.

"But this is what I want to do, because 'I' is 'her', but - 'I' also want to have 'me', or... I can't tell the difference at all. I am burdened with this identity, and only this one identity.

But I know all the time that I am not Nagini. But I don't know, who am I?

Sometimes, I can't even tell the difference between my view of the world and the choices I make due to memory. I am me or I am her. But at least let me be one of them, whether it is 'me' or 'her' '."

Mu En kept staring at the grass, and then looked elsewhere, toward the castle or into the village.

"I will not teach you how to construct creatures with [souls], which are bad, because their nature is bad, so when writing stories, you have to do the opposite and praise love, humanity and other things."

Finally, he looked at his hands.

"Now, I want to do this myself - this is the only thing I want to do before death that I don't know when will come!

I want to help Nagini and accomplish what Nagini wants to do. " she said at last.

"Mr. Jones, I'm sorry, I failed you," she said at last.

"I'm the one who should say sorry." Mu En's voice appeared.

"I thought you were Nagini, because you have everything about her! And I actually know your thoughts now. This was what you had in mind when you refused Dumbledore and I's request to continue treatment. Bar."

"Yes." Nagini nodded.

"I think Aurelius would have wanted to see his father live a good life," she said.

Mu En thought about the changes that had taken place in the Pig Head Bar, the clean tables, clean cups, and clean handkerchiefs.

The room became brighter, and the guy finally smiled from time to time.

"If there really is a world of death and I can really see Nagini, I think she must be holding hands with Aurelius.

This is the only thing I want to see, the thing I see, is what my "self" thinks - I hope to see the two of them holding hands, smiling, and facing me in the afterlife. Take a bow and thank me for everything.

Professor, don't mind it - you just said you have nothing to do with me, so I beg you, let me go. "