Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

On the first day of November, the entire second floor erupted into deafening cheers.

"Listen, listen!" Mu En had to press her arms down repeatedly to suppress the passion of these excited little guys.

“What I must say is that although I am willing to give you a space and formal identity for your respective hobbies and dreams, I will give you the right to hold events.

However, I can no longer give you any help. I cannot teach you music, art, photography and everything else.

Therefore, you can only learn on your own.

So in order to prevent this so-called not-so-magical club from existing for a long time.

I think we need some so-called rules and regulations. Instead of letting it grow wildly. "

"Yes, Professor." Fred nodded: "We completely agree."

"Very good." Mu En nodded: "As long as you can understand, then please come back. I have made the promise. Please be patient and wait for now."

"it is good."

"Professor, how long will it take?"

"Of course we will."

Noisy voices appeared, Mu En smiled, and then said: "Within a week, within a week, our first event will be launched, so that's okay!"

It wasn't until the exact time was finalized that the little guys felt relieved and left here satisfied.

George and Fred finally walked out of the office. They half-closed the door, but finally another head popped out.

"Professor, please excuse me."

"Thank you, Professor."

Mu En was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect these two guys to express their gratitude.

Is it because you think it's causing trouble for you?

No trouble there.

He nodded, raised his hand to drive away, and said impatiently: "Okay, hurry up and do your things. The requests made by the two of you will be left to you guys to worry about the big and small things in this club from now on."

"what?"

Before they could say anything, a force suddenly came from the door and pushed them out.

"Sindel, help me inform Dumbledore about today's events." Moon said.

Then there was silence.

He raised his head and glanced left and right at the picture frames on the wall.

What about people?

"Maybe I went out to play with my little sisters." Lucifer said lazily in the fireplace.

"Maybe." Mu En nodded, picked up a piece of firewood and threw it in to scatter the flames.

Lucifer regrouped on the new firewood and looked out the window at the weather.

"Ah, it's getting colder."

"Yes." Mu En nodded and raised his hand to open the window further. Two runes flashed on the window.

This allows air to circulate without allowing hot air from the fireplace to escape.

"In December, it will be time for Fudge to step down. Are you sure you can make Scrimgeour take over?"

"It's not a big problem." Mu En nodded nonchalantly: "Compared with this matter, I care more about whether there is fish soup for dinner tonight."

"Tch" Lucifer muttered and went back to sleep in the fireplace.

Mu En lifted up a photo on the table. The photo was only filled with the most basic developing potion. The people in it were just doing the same thing over and over again, or shaking.

The person in the middle, that face

Time didn't fly very fast, at least from his perspective.

But all kinds of meaningful or meaningless things seem to get entangled unknowingly.

He finally understood why Red Pig was so troubled by this curse.

Uh, trouble!

dong dong dong-

The door was knocked again, and Mu En said without raising her head: "Come in."

Harry opened the door and stepped inside.

"Uncle Mu En, what are you doing?"

Mu En put down the photo frame and smiled: "No, it's nothing, I'm just thinking about my curse."

"Curse," Harry muttered.

Uncle Mu En hasn't mentioned this matter for a long, long time. Why now?

"Is the curse more serious?" he asked quickly.

"No." Mu En sat upright again, put his hands on the table, and said with a smile, "It's just that my life is more fulfilling."

"Okay." Harry nodded. He didn't quite understand, but he wouldn't ask anymore.

He learned one thing from Sirius, from Draco, from the house elf who kept scolding people, and from Hermione who he scolded.

The state of mind created by everyone's experience is different, so the thoughts that are willing to sigh for it will naturally be different.

Uncle Mu En said this with a smile, and that was enough.

"When I came here, I heard several people shouting in the corridor to thank Professor Jones. What happened just now?" He asked instead.

"It's not a big deal, it's just that they asked me to build a club for them. This club doesn't have much to do with magic, but it still involves some so-called 'beautiful' things in this world."

"Music? Painting?"

"Yes." Mu En nodded: "It seems you know something."

Harry nodded and smiled: "I think if I have time, I would be willing to participate in the music club activities."

"I'm looking forward to these little guys performing for us in the game after Christmas." Mu En smiled: "Okay, back to the topic, it seems like you have encountered some trouble."

At this time, there were no new wounds on Harry's hands, but between the nails and the palms, there were inevitably traces of blood and the smell of some herbs.

Mu En's nose twitched randomly and she smelled the smell.

That is the pungent smell of the juice of the Vincentian thorn, the basic herb used in bioalchemy.

This is an herb that is very similar to Poison Tentacle, but it is less effective, much cheaper, and the preparation method is more troublesome.

In short, a replacement.

Harry's face looked troubled and embarrassed: "Yes, we encountered some difficulties."

Uncle Mu En's notes were very detailed, but his learning path was not smooth, and this also caused his embarrassment.

Mu En knew what this guy was thinking, and he waved his hand: "This is normal. There are various variables in the experiment. Even the most detailed notes cannot guarantee that a person's learning path will be smooth."

"Tell me about the problems you encountered."

"Okay." Harry nodded and then showed his arms.

Within the inner wall, there are many bloody scars.

"I can't keep my magic patterns stably under the dermis. Every time after preparing the magic patterns, my body will reject it when my skin is restored with magic potion as you said, Uncle Mu En. reaction.

This reaction may cause part of the medicine to be metabolized by the body, or additional scars may grow on the wound. These situations will damage the integrity of the magic pattern and lead to failure. "