Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

In the Hog's Head Bar, Hermione looked at the scattered figures around her and felt inexplicably empty.

Oh my god. Where did all those guys go?!

It only took me a blink of an eye for those people to be gone. What if I encounter danger?

Stacey walked forward and looked at Hermione with a worried look on her face.

"Miss Granger, do you know where Mr. Longbottom has gone?"

"I don't know either." Hermione could only shake her head helplessly.

"Miss Granger," another voice said.

At this moment, Hermione was like a little lion whose fur was constantly standing on end due to irritability. She turned her head suddenly, only to see a painting talking to her.

"Ms. Granger, have you seen Sindel? Do you have a frame or portrait? I can't find her," Ariana asked puzzledly.

"Cindel? Are you talking about the portrait in Hogwarts?" Hermione frowned.

"That's right." Arianna nodded. "Mr. Jones sent her here this morning, and now I can't find her."

"She's coming here? Why would she come to the Hog's Head?" Hermione stepped closer to the wall.

Outside the Shrieking Shack, Moon's gaze fell downwards.

Looking at the rampant Death Eaters, the panicked people, and the Hogwarts professors who stood up in the riot, he sighed.

What a complete farce.

And should I continue to accompany them in making trouble?

Weird.

If it were Dumbledore, maybe he could do it.

Thinking of this, he suddenly flew up and attacked Hogsmeade.

Hogsmeade is indeed crowded today, including the elderly and children.

No one wants to see too many bloody scenes.

So he had to choose a gentler approach.

At the same time, Moon's words rang in Harry's ears as he stood in place.

"Remember what I said? As a wizard, your grasp of magic cannot be rigid and unchanging.

Now let me ask you, if I cast the spell [Space Gate], but I only open the entrance and not the exit, what will happen? "

"I stay in space?" Harry answered in his mind.

"Answer - correct." Mu En's voice sounded like a smile.

"So how many people do you think have the ability to survive in the space vortex?"

"No one can be" Harry replied quickly.

"Nothing is impossible." Mu En shook his head: "Magic can do it. Well, I just want to express that I can do it, and nothing is impossible in the world of magic.

However, this answer is indeed correct for the vast majority of beings.

From this, we have derived an offensive method of using the space gate.

You can simply call it——【Exile】."

The next moment, Mu En's figure flashed above Madame Puff's Tea House.

At this moment, on the roof of the teahouse, a figure shrouded in a black robe raised his wand high. His sleeves slid down, revealing his bony palms, and on his withered arms, a Dark Mark was moving.

"The Dark Lord will eventually return to England, this is his land!" he shouted, his eyes red under the mask, and the passionate saliva kept spurting out of his words.

"Why are you so arrogant?" Mu En asked softly, with some kind of magic in his words.

"All you need to do is to show that you are under the Imperius Curse and you can escape the harassment from the Ministry of Magic. What a simple matter," he said as a matter of course.

However, the next moment, his expression suddenly changed.

"Moon Jones?!"

"It seems that my fame is getting bigger and bigger." Mu En shook his head helplessly: "Fortunately, I don't talk about the law with you guys."

The next moment, Mu En's hand was on his shoulder.

"exile!"

The next moment, there was a sound of an explosion in the air, and the man in front of him was suddenly sucked into a black hole and disappeared in an instant.

Perhaps to outsiders, it might seem like this guy ran away out of fear.

But actually

Well, if he could react quickly to the situation just now, mobilize his magic power, calm his mind, soothe the surge in space, and finally perform an independent teleportation to escape the space vortex.

If you can, let him escape.

Then, Mu En's figure began to flash in one position after another.

In the eyes of Magg, Flitwick and others, as long as Moon appeared, those guys would definitely "Apparate" and escape.

"Did Muen bring so much pressure to those guys?" Lupin stared at the scene in front of him in a daze.

"Maybe." Flitwick couldn't help but whisper.

After several Death Eaters "apparated", some Death Eaters began to teleport away on their own initiative.

When the wall falls, everyone pushes it down. Their goal today has been achieved. None of these guys who were forced to gather together after many years are willing to fight to the death here.

Except for a few fools who are not happy with their lives

About ten minutes later, all the Death Eaters in Hogsmeade disappeared.

"Julius, are there any casualties?"

"Nothing has been found so far." Flitwick ran to Moon's side, panting.

"Thank you for the trouble." Mu En nodded: "Please help restore the chaos and restore the normal operation of the Expo."

"Don't worry, Jones. We would have done the same thing even if you didn't say it." Flitwick smiled and poked Moon's thigh with his elbow. "You came at the right time. They all ran away when they saw you. They must have been scared silly."

“Haha.” Mu En laughed dryly: “Maybe it’s because I have a cat head and it feels like I’ve seen a ghost.”

"You wouldn't be so scared if you saw a ghost. Everyone in the wizarding world has seen ghosts." Lupin also came over: "Those Muggles are all in the Hog's Head Inn. They are safe."

"Thank you, Remus." Moon nodded gratefully, and then an idea flashed in his mind.

"I'm going to the Hog's Head."

In the Pig's Head Bar, Mu En opened the door.

He responded vaguely to the words of the parents who greeted him, and then looked at Chris impatiently.

"Where's Hermione?"

"She went upstairs." Chris said, "What happened?"

"Okay." Mu En nodded, then quickly ran upstairs.

Soon, he saw Ron.

"Where's Hermione?" Moon asked quickly.

"It's in that room, Professor." Ron replied quickly. He could hear the urgency in the professor's words.

Mu En nodded and walked towards the house that Ron pointed to while releasing his perception.

A figure was indeed in the room.

"Wait, Granger!" Moon said hurriedly.

Then the next moment, the moment Mu En opened the door.

There was a flash of green light.

The room suddenly became empty.

Mu En's expression suddenly became helpless.

"Is it such a coincidence that the situation was predetermined? An established fact that was meshed together by coincidence?"

Because I had seen Hermione in the past, she would also be in the past now, today.

What would happen if I used more violent means to stop it?

Will this world force me to have even bigger coincidences, or -

A staged crash of a node? !

Well, it was precisely because of the latter possibility that Mu En didn't dare to go too far just now.

Instead, it is a logical time [collision] that follows a natural path of asking, walking, inquiring, opening the door, etc.

After all, if the result of stopping Hermione from traveling through time was the former of the two inferences just mentioned, he was willing to bear the price. For example, today he would have to let a meteorite fall from the sky to crush him, so that he would not be able to stop Hermione from returning.

Then he could accept that.

But if it is the latter, because of his violent actions, some timelines have collapsed, resulting in some irreversible consequences for the little girl.

He can't afford this result.

"Forget it. Well, maybe one day I can find another sample that won't be a big deal even if it fails, to do this experiment." Moon shook his head helplessly: "By the way, does Riddle plan to use the time converter?"

Obviously, no.

Not only Voldemort, but also Grindelwald, and Dumbledore, who had a miserable childhood, had never tried this method.

After all, according to the inference, when the Ariana incident happened, Dumbledore's strength was definitely enough to support him to enter the Ministry of Magic and obtain the Time Turner in many ways.

But he didn't do that.

In fact, Mu En didn't plan to do anything with this thing.

They all knew how tempting this thing was, but also how useless it was, and that it would only lead people into one cycle of misery after another.

Of course, it is good if used purely for learning.

For old guys like them, the time turner might be a little too dangerous, so dangerous that they have to stay away from it.

It's just right for a studious kid like Granger.

At the same time, in the exhibition hall.

"Is this what you want to do? You want to find Barty Jr.? Do you know that he is a man who dares to kill his own father?" Draco stood next to Neville: "Are you crazy? Or do you think that if you can barely beat me with luck, you can challenge Barty Jr.?"

Neville said nothing and just walked into the exhibition hall.

"OK, ignore me." Draco spread his hands and said, "You are a great hero. You are Mr. Longbottom who saved the Muggles. You think you are great. Okay."

The next moment, Neville turned around, staring at Draco, breathing heavily.

"I'm not a hero, and I hate that term."

"Draco, what I am going to do now is not because I want to be a so-called hero, or because I want to do something great or win a medal."

"Just because, I am a son!"

Draco was frightened by Neville's red eyes, and his mind was filled with confusion.

"Wait, what do you mean by that? I told you Bellatrix was still in Azkaban, and I told her I wanted her to be—"

"Bella?" Neville looked at Draco in surprise, then shook his head: "Draco, go back. You know Bella, but you may not know that little Barty also..."

Both of them were talking halfway, but they already understood what the other wanted to express.

As for the complete words, for them, it might be a bit too straightforward, not in line with the antagonistic relationship between the two elders, or simply because they are too shy to speak out the simple feelings in their hearts.

"So... you have to find him, right?" Draco said again.

"Correct."

"Idiot." Draco shook his head helplessly, and then, for some unknown reason, he took out a mask from his pocket and put it on.

Then, a snake head appeared.

Neville looked around and felt that it looked familiar.

I seem to have seen this snake face in the newspaper.

"What are you going to do?"

"What should I do? Help you. Is there anything else I can do?" Draco laughed and said, "I'm afraid you don't know. Let me tell you first. I am..."

He was halfway through his words, then shook his head: "Forget it, anyway, I don't want to reveal my identity to Little Batty, he knows me."

"He knows you?"

"Yes, he definitely knows me." Draco said meaningfully.

Like the Weasley family, the Draco family also has extremely similar outstanding facial features. Draco has never denied this and is proud of it.

As he spoke, he took out a mask and asked, "Do you want one?"

"Okay." Neville nodded after hesitating for a moment.

Then he took the mask and put it on his face.

The next moment, a majestic lion head appeared on his head.

"Let's go." Draco took the lead.

He hoped he was the one walking in front.

"If it's that guy, he will definitely go upstairs. He must want the Resurrection Stone, or some hidden things in Professor Jones's collection of books." Draco said.

A moment later, at the entrance of the Expo.

The air made a sound, and Harry's figure appeared in mid-air.

He still feels confused now.

He found himself accepting something that he could not understand at all.

Why is Mr. Fudge involved with the Death Eaters? He is obviously the Minister of Magic and the leader who seeks benefits for the wizarding world.

Why did Uncle Moon choose to allow these Death Eaters to do what they did, but at the same time implicitly stop them from hurting people?

He understood that this might be to build momentum, but what was the purpose? Wasn't this to build momentum for Voldemort?

He always knew that the world was not black and white, just like Aunt Marge was a mean mother to him, just like the evil mother in fairy tales, but to Dudley, she was the best mother in the world.

But he also knew that his understanding was just a simple concept and did not touch the essence.

And it seems that just now

Uncle Muen seemed to be revealing something to him.

In addition, there is also a problem lurking deep in his heart, so strong that he doesn't want to think about it.

Were Draco's parents among those Death Eaters?

Are they among those whom Uncle Muen [exiled]?

If he continued to think along this line of thought, he would even see a huge [problem] in the misty fog.

"No, I can't think about it anymore." Harry shook his head and threw those thoughts out of his mind.

Then, he looked at the huge expo gate in front of him, put his hand into his waist bag, and took out a mask.

"Come on, little Barty."