Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

“What the hell is going on!!”

Madam Pomfrey's scream suddenly rang out in the empty Hogwarts Castle, like a bolt of thunder out of the blue.

"Neville...ah...he played with fire, yes, that's it." Harry had to bite the bullet and say.

"I didn't say that!" Madam Pomfrey's face turned pale. "You often came to me with burns some time ago. Now you bring your friends with you. I'm not surprised at all. This is what I said!"

Madam Pomfrey said, pointing to Harry's third hand.

Then, as she stared in horror, the hand rose up and waved to her.

dong dong——

With a knock on the door, the door of the infirmary was opened, Mu En pushed the door open and walked in, then easily grabbed the naughty hand.

Snapped--

A bloody scene appeared, and Mu En shook his sleeves and reconnected his arm.

"Bobby, this is my arm, don't panic." Mu En nodded slightly and explained.

"So... magic?" Madam Pomfrey looked at Moon uncertainly.

"Ah, magic." Moon nodded casually and waved his fingers. Neville's body suddenly floated up and then lay obediently on the bed.

At this moment, the embers of the flames had died down, leaving only the pale skin and the tender red muscle exposed underneath.

"You have courage." Mu En nodded: "Your teacher will be here soon."

"Thank you, Professor Jones." Neville nodded reluctantly, then looked at the ceiling blankly.

No one knows what he is thinking, but judging from the slightly raised corners of his mouth, he seems to be in a good mood.

"Okay, you guys go out first," said Madam Pomfrey. She looked at Harry and Draco carefully and found that both of them had some superficial injuries.

She knew that Harry was very experienced in dealing with these minor injuries. After all, this guy would injure himself every once in a while and would run to the infirmary to ask for difficile.

Well... as long as it's diffusa, the injuries Harry suffered are basically external.

"Take care of your wounds yourselves. Okay, don't disturb Longbottom, he needs to rest." Pomfrey said, pushing and shooing the two children out of the infirmary.

"Oh my God..." In the quiet infirmary, Pomfrey could only shake his head helplessly as he looked at Neville with his skin torn apart.

Soon... when it was getting dark, Madam Pomfrey finally stopped what she was doing.

At this moment, Neville had been wrapped like a mummy.

This is Madam Pomfrey, the school physician of Hogwarts. Her medical methods can be said to be the most complicated in the whole of Britain. Even some doctors at St. Mungo's believe that using bandaging instead of magic is a backward and inefficient move.

But for Pomfrey, what she wanted was never efficiency or those powerful drugs.

But there are no sequelae.

This is what is most important in her eyes.

In the silent corridor, footsteps suddenly sounded.

dong dong——

"Come in." Pomfrey wiped the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief and sat down in the chair tiredly.

Then the door was pushed open.

Grindelwald at this moment was no longer the same as before. His gray hair fell to his shoulders, and he wore a hat and a heavy suit that seemed to be from many years ago. He looked neat and clean.

"I came to see Longbottom." He slightly raised the brim of his hat and smiled.

"Please help yourself, but don't stay too long, he needs to rest." Madam Pomfrey nodded.

She knew who the person in front of her was, but every time she saw him, she always felt that he was a little absurd...

"Teacher..." Neville propped himself up weakly.

"Lie down." Grindelwald walked to the bed and glanced down casually.

"It worked. How do you feel?" Grindelwald asked.

"Very good..." Neville nodded with difficulty: "He died... At that moment, I finally felt a trace... a trace..."

After a moment's silence, he uttered the word heavily.

"significance."

"The reason why I learn magic."

Grindelwald raised his eyebrows, then his face darkened: "Meaning?"

"You actually had such a stupid idea."

"I..." Neville was suddenly stunned and looked at Grindelwald in confusion.

"What happened in the past cannot be changed, and it can only serve as motivation." Grindelwald said word by word: "Revenge comes from the past, from the hatred of the past.

I hope that is what drives you, not what you are looking for - meaning."

Then, he walked slowly around the bed: “When I go out in the future, people will say that my student is just a fool who dwells on the past.

You are a fool who has no idea what the meaning of your own life is as long as all your enemies are dead. Then tell me... what is the difference between you and an alchemical creature? ! "

"I…"

"You are indeed my creation." Grindelwald gave a gentle smile, comparing him to an object as if it were a matter of course.

“But I’m not an alchemist, and what I want to forge is not a killing machine.

What I want is a wizard—a good, stand-up wizard.”

Then, he raised his brows with an expectant tone: "Aha, it would be even better if you could become the headmaster of Hogwarts!"

As he said this, he turned his head sharply and looked at Neville with a look of surprise on his face.

Even from his tone alone, one could tell that he really seemed to be looking forward to Neville sitting in Dumbledore's seat.

Full of bad taste.

"Then...I..."

"Well done, though!" Grindelwald interrupted Neville and simply passed over the topic.

"At least you won, it was the result of your own efforts." Grindelwald nodded, "You have worked so hard to get the fruits of victory, enjoy it. If you have time, you can write a letter to your grandmother with this news.

Just tonight, after all, you still have to explain why you are in the hospital bed."

"I'm leaving now. You'd better get well soon. Christmas will be over in the blink of an eye." Grindelwald said this at last, then turned and left without any further comfort or encouragement.

"Your teacher looks..." Madam Pomfrey gave a somewhat helpless smile.

Grindelwald's harsh words just now made this soft-hearted old woman unable to bear it any longer.

Due to her inherent impression of the child, she automatically ignored sensitive words such as killing machine and revenge.

"Teacher... um... I don't know either." Neville, who was not good at speaking, could only respond vaguely: "After all, he wanted the best for me..."

In fact, Neville still doesn't understand to this day why Grindelwald chose to teach him knowledge personally.

It is normal for teachers to have requirements for themselves, and it would even be abnormal for teachers not to have requirements for their students.

But the idea of ​​him becoming the headmaster of Hogwarts... Neville thought it was a bit too far-fetched.

What he can't do...

On the other side, as soon as Draco walked out of the infirmary, he quickly returned to Hogsmeade.

He wanted to find someone, his father.

But nothing was found.

"Draco!" Narcissa saw him from afar at the other end of the street, and trotted over to hug him in her arms.

"Where have you been? I looked for you twice but couldn't find you."

As she spoke, she placed her hand on the scar on Draco's cheek.

"I was scared. When you guys were gone, I hid in the alley." Draco asked quickly, "Where's father?"

"He..." Narcissa paused, "He had something important to do and went home early."

Draco lowered his eyes. In fact... during the previous riot, he had not thought of taking the initiative to find Potter and the others.

On the contrary, mom and dad suddenly disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Perhaps, they knew that those Death Eaters would not harm them.

Because they were... those Death Eaters.

"Let's go home," Narcissa said. "You must be terrified."

"Yeah." He could only nod hastily and then raised his head again: "Did anyone die?"

"What?" Narcissa looked at her son in surprise. "Why would you ask such a question?"

"Because it was a mess, I..."

"No, no one died." Narcissa shook her head.

"No, Uncle Crabbe, Uncle Goyle...are they...all okay?" Draco asked hurriedly.

He could be very sure that these two people were Death Eaters.

"They're fine, dear. They haven't been here today," Narcissa said quickly.

If you didn’t come…then how can you say it’s okay?

Then, he suddenly recalled that during the battle, Harry had been... slacking off?

Yes, that's the word.

He never used heavy force once, even though he had touched the snake ring on his finger before starting. At that time, he thought he would release the serpent monster and kill those guys.

But in the end he had no intention of doing so at all.

Even when he called out to him for the last time, he was indifferent to the Death Eaters who flashed away.

That's the reason!

Draco figured out everything, and at the same time, he fell into a complex emotion.

If... I really killed Goyle's dad, if I really killed Crabbe's dad...

“Yes, it’s a complicated question, isn’t it?”

In the Hogwarts office, Moon nodded seriously.

Harry, who was sitting opposite him at this moment, was also very confused.

"To be honest, I had to stop temporarily because of this problem." Mu En said, "I know who those guys are, and I know they are not good people, but... their children are my students."

Thinking about it, Moon finally understood why all the professors at Hogwarts kept a reclusive attitude and did not do any other mundane things except teaching.

Of course, Snape is an exception... He used to be quite well-known in the outside world, although the reviews were not good.

"So...what should we do?" said Harry.

"Who knows?" Mu En shook his head helplessly: "It doesn't matter to me, I'm just performing my duties as a professor.

When I was no longer the professor of those kids, when they were no longer my students—it was no longer a problem for me. But it was different for you.”

"Yeah." Harry slumped down on the desk in a somewhat dejected manner: "There are irreconcilable contradictions between us."

"Correct answer." Mu En smiled and didn't say anything like you can choose to forgive such nonsense.

"There are some things you can't figure out on your own." Mu En smiled and shook his head: "If you and Draco, Goyle and others are enemies, then all conflicts are logical. It's nothing more than the extension of the conflict between the elders to here.

But the reality is – you have to consider each other.”

"Yeah." Harry nodded in agreement again.

"No, you didn't listen to my first words." Mu En shook his head.

"I said, one person can't figure it out, and I also said, 'You have to consider each other.'"

As he spoke, he tapped the table lightly.

"You have to work with Draco to find a way to break free of the cage."

"Is that right?"

"That's right." Mu En nodded affirmatively.

"Okay." Harry could only suppress this question temporarily, and then asked a question that was lingering in his mind.

"Then Uncle Muen, why don't you just catch Voldemort?"

"Yes, just catch him." Mu En nodded, "It is indeed possible, we can tamper with the Philosopher's Stone, or wait for little Barty to bring Sindel or my left hand to Voldemort's lair for positioning.

But what’s the use?”

"It's no use?"

"It's useless." Mu En shook his head and then explained: "What's the point of me catching him? He will explode and then come back.

In fact, the biggest takeaway from this operation for Voldemort is, 'We've established that he needs the Philosopher's Stone.'"

"W…what?!" Harry felt like he didn't understand.

“There are many things in this exhibition, including the Philosopher’s Stone, the secret method to help people recover quickly from weakness, the spell to collect souls… whatever Voldemort lacks, he will take from it.

Then correspondingly, we can also infer his current state based on his needs."

"So, he is in a state where he needs the Resurrection Stone?"

"Correct answer." Mu En nodded: "That is - extremely weak."

"It's a good time," Harry said instinctively.

Then he met Mu En's gaze.

Then I thought about it again.

"So, his current state is the best state for us?"

"That's right, the half-dead Voldemort is the good Voldemort." Mu En affirmed this answer.

"But it won't last long." Mu En raised his head.

“In every sense, yes.

For Voldemort, because of the prophecy, he will not allow you enough time to grow into an old guy like Dumbledore.

For Dumbledore, if he wanted to realize his unfulfilled dream in education, he had to clean up the house, and Voldemort was the trash.

For you - well, not for you, you have no choice. All you have to do is try your best to become stronger before he arrives. "

"Um...it's like this." Harry nodded awkwardly.

"There are also factors like Horcruxes, changes in the Ministry of Magic, and so on. Anyway... interesting things are about to happen."

As he spoke, he rubbed his cheek.

"It just makes my old bones boil with blood."