Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Da da da--

His fingers tapped on the table, following the rhythm of Killer Queen. Mu En closed his eyes and fell into deep thought.

"Mr. Jones, you seem to be in a good mood." A voice came from the wall.

Mu En raised his eyelids and stopped tapping his hands.

"Come back? I thought you would..."

"What will happen?" Xindel looked at Mu En with some confusion.

"No, nothing." Mu En shook his head: "What a pity, if you go there, it would be better for us to know Voldemort's current hiding place."

"Yeah, what a pity." Sindel nodded in agreement, with regret in her eyes.

"But a guy like that will probably have to change his position after seeing you. He's like a sensitive beast now." Mu En waved his hand casually.

"That's enough." Mu En on the wall nodded in agreement.

"Shut up." Mu En looked at him.

"Tsk—" He twitched his lips unhappily on the wall, like a provoked cat.

"Eh?" Sindel only then noticed her new friend on the wall. She looked at him in surprise, and then was greeted by an upward roll of the eyes.

"Ah...this..." Sindel felt that Mr. Jones on the wall had a bad temper.

"Don't worry about me." Mu En on the wall said, "We must abide by uniqueness."

"Uniqueness?" Sindel didn't quite understand what Muen said.

"Tsk... it's just... imagine that one person has many clones. Although they all look the same, have the same thoughts and ideas, they will feel uncomfortable just looking at each other."

"Why?" Sindel was a little confused.

"Because we don't need a second 'me' in the world." Mu En on the wall and in front of the desk said in unison.

"See, we have the same idea." Mu En waved his hand casually.

At the same time, there was a knock on the office door, and Dumbledore, dressed in a white robe, walked in quickly.

"Is everything alright in Hogsmeade?" Dumbledore asked hastily.

"What did Fudge say?" Moon also asked.

They both spoke at almost the same time.

Then Mun spread his hands slightly and said, "Nothing happened in Hogsmeade. Except for a group of clowns who put on a good show at noon and accidentally burned down two sheds, nothing else happened."

"That's good." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief. In fact, when he came back, he took a quick look at Hogsmeade in the afternoon, which was a scene of great joy.

It’s just that I don’t know much about the struggles that occur after stability.

Now that I got Mu En's answer, I felt relieved.

"Fudge... Moon, you know, he is afraid, horrified, just like he treated me before."

"So you don't deny that he is in cahoots with the Death Eaters?" Muen turned to look at him: "And what you just said... is it an excuse for him?"

"Will he die?"

"Did he spread his political struggle to the general public?" Mu En asked, "Or did you feel sympathy for him because you watched him grow up?"

Many people in the wizarding world today grew up under Dumbledore's watch, so it is no exaggeration to say that he is a teacher to thousands of people.

only…

"Well, I think you're right." Dumbledore leaned back in his chair and shook his head from side to side. "It's better for me not to get involved in these things."

"That's all." Mu En's fingers continued to tap rhythmically on the sofa, speaking casually.

"Dumbledore, this is not..." Moon's words paused, then he smiled and shook his head: "I wanted to say, 'It's not my fault, after all, he was the one who started it.' But just when I wanted to say it, I suddenly realized something."

As he said that, he stood up and walked out of the office.

"Remember what?"

"I don't care much." Mu En shook his head, walked out of the office, then suddenly turned around and disappeared.

Inside the Ministry of Magic, the Golden Hall was sparsely populated. Being Christmas, government agencies were only maintaining basic operations with only a few people on duty.

"Professor Jones, please come over here and check your wand."

"Is Fudge still in the ministry?" Mu En pressed down the brim of his hat.

"I'm still here. Do you have an appointment?" Eric, the old man who was checking the wands, asked briefly out of curiosity.

"If he has any self-awareness, then I did make an appointment." Mu En smiled, not hiding the aggressiveness in his words.

but…

Eric smiled. "You're such a joker, sir."

After all, in the eyes of everyone in the wizarding world, Professor Jones is not only from Hogwarts, but also a positive character whose name has frequently appeared in newspapers recently.

"Thank you." Mu En took the wand that he had forgotten who it belonged to and walked into the department.

Coming to the elevator, he pressed the button for the first floor.

Yes, this is the eighth floor underground... I came here backwards, it's really...

The elevator rose slowly and soon reached the first floor.

"First floor, we have arrived at the Minister of Magic's office and the logistics department."

The elevator door slowly opened, and what came into view was a luxurious carpet, which was obviously not available on other floors.

In addition to the Minister's Office, there are many offices of senior officials of the Ministry of Magic on the first floor. All offices have shiny wooden doors with a small sign on the door with the name and position of the person in the room.

Soon, Mu En found the only double wooden door.

"Minister of Magic"

"Cornelly Fudge"

There is a spell on the door, and no one outside can enter without the invitation of the person inside.

But—click!

Mu En slowly pushed the door open.

The bloated Fudge sat behind a huge, heavy black wooden desk, looking anxiously waiting for something.

And the moment he saw him, the fat on Fudge's face trembled three times.

"Minister Fudge." Mu En greeted first.

"Moon...Moon Jones?!" His entire back was pressed against the office sofa, his face flushed and his neck thick as he looked at the figure at the door.

"The minister was surprised to see me. It seems that I didn't make the appointment successfully." Mu En walked in.

"Do you remember what I said before?" Mu En asked.

"You... why are you here?! Someone come! Someone come!" he shouted, and the wand on the table accidentally fell to the ground along with those useless documents because of his flustered hands.

"You should know why." Mu En shook his head.

"I said, the reason why I didn't seize your position by force is just because... this is just a simple political struggle," Moon En explained.

"But why...are you working with the Death Eaters? Tell me, what does this accomplish?"

But Fudge was still anxiously doing what could perhaps be called "self-rescue" actions.

Then, at last, he remembered his wand.

"Dizzy-dizzy--fell unconscious--"

Three times, he chanted this spell three times.

At the same moment, a red electric light hit his spell.

The two energies began a simple clash - a clash that lasted for a split second.

The next moment, the energy beams driven by Fudge collapsed one by one and retreated directly to the tip of the wand.

Then, with the naked eye, the scarlet energy lines at Mu En's fingertips began to flow into the magic wand at a rapid speed, and the poor wooden stick began to crumble piece by piece.

Fudge clasped his hands together, but it was of no use.

boom--

With a loud bang, in the overflowing light, he slammed heavily against the wall.

"Why?" Mu En walked forward slowly and sat on the table, sitting on a policy document about increasing taxes on domestic goods and giving benefits to foreign trade.

"You are cooperating with the American political establishment. To be honest, I don't care. After all, I am not a Union Jack fan in London.

But... when you cooperate with the Death Eaters, you are actually selling the lives of ordinary people. Yes, not just profits, but lives.

I said that, right?! "

"But you are here." Fudge slowly stood up: "I know you are here, I know Dumbledore is here, I know you will stop them, I didn't... I didn't betray the wizarding world."

"Oh." Mu En nodded in understanding. The next moment, he stood up from the table and looked directly at Fudge.

"Because I protect the people, you don't care about the Death Eaters? What kind of bullshit is that!"

"I just... I just want to cause you some trouble." Fudge spat out blood from his mouth and his voice trembled.

"Like you said, it's just political fighting!" He looked up.

"That makes sense, doesn't it?"

"Then it is reasonable for me to kill you now. After all, as long as you die, my people can take the position of Minister of Magic. This is also a means to achieve political goals. It is reasonable, isn't it?"

"No." Fudge turned over, sat on his buttocks on the ground, and leaned against the wall: "You can't do this, I didn't cause any casualties!"

"You didn't cause any casualties because of me, because I was sitting in Hogsmeade.

Now, whether I cause casualties or not depends on your strength." Mu En smiled and gradually approached.

"No...no...it's not like that." Fudge shed tears and gradually became crazy, his face flushed: "It's...you forced me to do this...it's your fault!"

"I haven't even organized anyone to impeach you. I'm just waiting for the election." Mu En spread his hands.

"You...you manipulate public opinion, you control the Ministry of Magic...I...I can't accept it..." Fudge shouted, "You force me to do this, you leave me with no way out!"

"I didn't force you." Mu En shook his head: "In fact, I gave the Ministry of Magic a chance at the beginning, but unfortunately you always disappoint people.

If you are really a smart person, we can even work together and we can achieve a lot.

Just like me and Dumbledore, although we both have things that we don’t like about each other, we can still work together as gentlemen.”

"That's because you and Dumbledore are the same kind of people!" Fudge roared, then choked and bled.

"The same guy..." Mu En pondered the wording: "I see.

Dumbledore is a good man, so I am a good man too. And now, I want you dead...

Guess who is the bad guy? "

As he spoke, Mu En squatted down.

"Take a deep breath. It's normal to feel dizzy. You won't feel any pain. I've died before, and I know how to make people feel no pain at all..."

As he spoke, in front of Fudge's trembling pupils, Mu En tapped his fingertips on his forehead, and light gradually emanated...

A moment later, on the streets of London.

Mu En turned the ring in his hand, sending out a simple message.

That evening, the Daily Prophet published a special edition for the first time in thirteen years.

Yes, the last special edition was about the demise of Voldemort.

And this time, it was obviously an earthquake-like news for the magic world.

After the Azkaban, the so-called most secure prison, was breached, today, in the absolute political core of the British wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic, the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, was assassinated.

"Our correspondent Rita Skeeter reports:

According to relevant information, an extremely serious Death Eater attack occurred in Hogsmeade village at noon today.

It was the closing time of the Anglo-Greek Expo at noon, and Hogsmeade was crowded with visitors, including Muggle groups with the right to know about magic, tourists from various countries, scholars from various countries, and diplomatic teams.

The Death Eaters lurked among the crowd and suddenly launched attacks and intimidation on the surrounding tourists at 12:42 pm, causing great losses to Hogsmeade and even the British wizarding community.

The case attracted the attention of many on-duty Aurors, and at the time of the incident, Mr. Albus Dumbledore was in a private meeting with Minister Cornelius Fudge.

The conversation between Hogwarts Headmaster Albus Dumbledore, the organizer of the Anglo-Greek Expo, and Minister Cornelius Fudge was also ended early due to the attack in Hogsmeade.

This also left the Ministry of Magic's defenses empty.

According to Rufus Scrimgeour, Head of the Auror Office, the attack was most likely planned by a resurgent group of Death Eaters led by Barty Crouch Jr.

It is worth mentioning that Barty Crouch Jr. had recently sneaked into the Ministry of Magic to assassinate his father, former Minister of Foreign Affairs for Magic Barty Crouch, who was currently awaiting trial.

It can be said that this is a cruel criminal who is also highly skilled in magic.

At present, the Ministry of Magic has urgently launched a nationwide Auror patrol, issued a joint wanted order for the Death Eaters, including Barty the Younger, in both the wizarding and Muggle communities, and cancelled the Christmas holidays for all administrative units, among other measures to deal with the sudden incident.

For more follow-up, our reporter Rita Skeeter will continue to follow up for you, please continue to pay attention to the Daily Prophet. "

That evening, Privet Drive, Little Whinging, Surrey.

Vernon was driving his red car, and an urgent message was playing on the radio.

"At present, a vicious criminal is roaming around the country. His appearance is characterized by short light yellow hair, a height of 1.79 meters, and a appearance..."

Click!

Fu Nong turned off the radio switch and muttered unhappily, "I think the world is becoming less and less peaceful. Why do guys like this appear every once in a while?

Are we taxpayers' money being fed to dogs?"

On the other hand, he felt an inexplicable familiarity with this kind of broadcast.

The last time this was reported, it seemed to be about an escaped wizard.

Just as he was thinking this, a figure suddenly appeared in front of his car.

"Oh, you damned fellow."

"Excuse me, sir." The man took off his hood, revealing a bright red tie and a completely mismatched brown jacket and green lining.

"You..." Vernon swallowed awkwardly.

This guy's outfit is really...

Then, his eyes shifted slightly.

At the other end of the street, a guy in a robe was walking towards them, and at the door of number 13 Privet Drive, there was a woman who was dressed extremely extravagantly and looked obviously abnormal.

"You guys..." He quickly stepped on the accelerator and drove away.

However, he did not stop in front of number four, Privet Drive, the Dursley residence, but drove past it in a hurry.

It seemed that this family had nothing to do with him.

This guy...still has some brains.

Although not much...