Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Mu En sat on the sofa, looking at the crowd gathered outside his house, and rubbed his face helplessly.

"Let them in."

As soon as the words fell, the door of Moonlight Castle was opened, and the rising Lucifer dived into the fireplace.

Scrimgeour and the others hurried into the room and stood around him in an orderly manner.

Mu En's eyes were not on any of them. He was just looking at the fireplace, as if in a daze.

"I don't quite understand why you came to me." Mu En said helplessly.

"We want to know what to do next." Scrimgeour bowed slightly, then listed today's results one by one.

Harry stood on the stairs, leaning on the handrail, listening quietly.

"Mr. Jones." Scrimgeour glanced towards Harry obliquely.

"Don't worry about it." Mu En shook his head: "You say what you want."

"Okay." Scrimgeour nodded and continued to explain the follow-up events in detail.

After he finished his story, Mu En also had a general understanding of the current situation.

In fact - it's very simple, at least that's what Mu En thinks.

This involves a problem that Mu En had been avoiding before.

That is - fear.

Every one of them here doesn't know what Muen wants to do. They are trying to analyze and are afraid, fearing that they will accidentally anger him and end up like Fudge.

Power that is gained through violence and extraordinary plunder will inevitably have such side effects.

Mu En slowly stood up from the sofa. In fact, he really wanted to grab the stupid sailor's bald head and ask him what was in his head, just like he did on the pirate ship.

Unfortunately, no.

Because it does nothing but breed fear.

"Scrimgeour, are you bothering me with such trivial matters?" Moon asked, "Do you remember what I said at the beginning?"

"You say." Scrimgeour swallowed. In fact, he didn't know. He couldn't remember. After all, his relationship with Moon was not like that between Riddle and Barty Jr.

"I don't want anyone to bother me." Mu En said.

"It would be even better if you could open some simple backdoor for what I'm going to do as a benefit for me."

"This..." Scrimgeour was a little undecided. From the beginning to the end, the diplomatic relations between the British wizarding world and Greece were all manipulated by Moon. He came here to get Moon's direct orders.

"Without direct orders, you do not serve me, you serve the magical world." Mu En scolded him, staring at him with his dark eyes, as if to suck him into the abyss.

"Are you stupid? Or do you think that someone like me can definitely lead the magic world onto the bright road, so you don't intend to use your brain at all and just follow my orders?!"

"I" Scrimgeour hesitated for a moment, then shook his head: "I don't think so."

"Okay, now tell me how to deal with the agreement signed between Fudge and the United States."

"Refuse, break the contract?!" said Scrimgeour.

"That's it. What's the matter? Do you want me to agree before you dare to do it? Am I an American? Do you still have to consider my interests?"

"I'm sorry." Sweat dripped down Scrimgeour's forehead.

To be honest, Mu En is now wondering whether pushing this guy up is the right choice.

At the beginning, the reason why he chose Scrimgeour was simply because in the first-year courtroom, this guy was still like a fool in front of his wand and said stupid things like "If you blah blah to the children."

Such silly words made Mu En certain that he really cared about the people here.

In his opinion, this is the most important thing for a leader.

"You know what to do, but you don't dare." Mu En finally made it clear: "But in fact, you don't need to care about me. If I have any needs or if you have any questions, we can communicate on an equal footing. But I don't understand politics or law. I can only do what I can. I have a clear understanding of myself, so - if you have nothing to do, don't bother me."

"Sorry." Scrimgeour nodded, finally breathing a sigh of relief.

"Little Barty is still dead." Mu En said, "I'll give you the address. If you can hurry up, maybe you can find his body."

"Thank you, Mr. Jones."

"Yeah." Mu En nodded: "As for the others, I think you are here just to ask some trivial and stupid questions and express your attitudes."

"Forget about these things."

"If there is nothing important, you can leave first."

"Okay." Rita might not understand other things, but she definitely had good eyesight and could read emotions.

"Have a nice day, Mr. Jones." Her big red lips curled into an exaggerated smile, she waved gently, then turned around and walked out of the room first.

Outside Privet Drive, Vernon drove his car, squinting his eyes and looking left and right at both sides of the street.

"Those guys...should be gone..." he muttered.

He didn't want those things to see where his home was, otherwise they would be so crazy that they would definitely do something they couldn't even think of.

Well... at least in Vernon's eyes, that's how they are.

"Well, it's gone." After repeated inspections, Vernon nodded with satisfaction, then quickly parked the car in the garden of number four Privet Drive.

That was the moment he stepped out of the car.

Click——

Across the street from number 13 Privet Drive, a group of people came out and kept waving goodbye to the people inside.

Then Scrimgeour glanced over here.

Vernon was so frightened that he cowered behind the car.

"What's wrong, Rufus?" a colleague from the Ministry inquired.

"No, nothing." Scrimgeour shook his head. "Just saw a strange Muggle. He looked like he was under a swelling charm."

"Swelling spell? Are you sure you're not fat?"

"Obesity generally doesn't have that effect, and he seems to know wizards. Perhaps a wizard cast a swelling spell on him in the past, which made him very afraid of our group." Scrimgeour explained his speculation.

"Okay." The man nodded: "I didn't expect that little Barty is dead... It's a good thing he died. He was too arrogant, just a lunatic. He would show the Dark Mark of the mysterious man regardless of the occasion..."

"That's right." Scrimgeour nodded and checked the time. "I'd better go get his body."

"Yes." The man nodded: "The ministry has already started preparing to advance the election. You take Barty Jr.'s body back now, and Skeeter can do some propaganda."

At the same time, Rita Skeeter also stepped forward: "Then I wish you the promotion to Minister of Magic."

"Minister..." Scrimgeour lit a cigarette and then slowly exhaled.

He didn't say anything modest like "it's not done yet".

After all, with Moon Jones behind him, his promotion is a foregone conclusion.

only…

He began to doubt what he could do.

Skeeter crossed his arms and slowly approached Scrimgeour.

"I'm giving you a friendly reminder. Don't be like Fudge and repeat the mistakes of him and Dumbledore."

Scrimgeour exhaled a slow puff of smoke and glanced at her.

That's what he's worried about.

After all, Dumbledore was the one who pushed Fudge onto that stage, and now...

He was afraid that he didn't do well enough, because Mu En didn't give a standard or answer, which was the highest standard and the most strict answer.

He was also afraid that he would be like Fudge, gradually being eroded by power and eventually becoming a timid, unambitious person who only worked for a living.

What he feared most was the fog ahead... After all, as someone who knew what Dumbledore and Mr. Jones were going to do, none of them knew where the future was headed...

"Let's go." Scrimgeour shook his head, turned around and left with his men.

……

In the Moonlight Castle, Harry leaned against the stairs railing.

"You look confused." Moon said without turning his head. The voice came from the sofa, and Harry could only see Moon's hand gently placing an ancient book on the small table beside him.

"Uncle Moon, so... Fudge's death is..." Harry said hesitantly.

"You already have the answer in your mind, don't you?" Mu En smiled: "However, I don't like to leave things unsaid. If you have any ideas, I can also tell you why I did this."

"Okay." Harry nodded solemnly and walked down the stairs.

The fire flickered, shadows fell on the walls, and the rich fat of the pine wood crackled in the fireplace.

Snowflakes gradually fell outside the window, and inside the house, there was only Mu En's slow and clear voice.

"So... is this the reason why he died?" Harry looked up and said what he was thinking.

"Uncle Mu En, why do I feel that... he shouldn't be killed... I just think it hasn't reached that point yet."

Mu En smiled and said, "You are right to think so. After all, from the established facts, some of the things Fudge is doing now will not lead to his death."

"Yeah." Harry nodded hurriedly.

"But the real struggle is not to present the charges in court," Mu En explained. "You can't just look at what he has done, you have to look at what he can do in the future."

"Let me ask you, is there any room for easing the conflict between Fudge and me now?"

Harry thought about it carefully for a moment, then shook his head.

Fudge has gone crazy enough to cooperate with the Death Eaters, so... whatever he does next will be fine.

"That's right. If you don't make a decision, you will suffer the consequences. Remember this sentence.

You know very well that this choice was made by Fudge himself.

If he really did something wrong, it was that he felt that what he had done before would not lead to death, which made him misjudge the worst outcome.

So bold as to collaborate with the Death Eaters."

"But he didn't expect you to take this matter so seriously." Harry said quickly.

"Do you take it very seriously..." Mu En hesitated for a moment: "Not necessarily, maybe... he just can't stand Fudge's behavior of treating the lives of ordinary people as worthless."

"So that's how it is..." Harry nodded thoughtfully, then asked, "What about the wizarding world in the future?"

"The magic world will not change in the short term." Mu En shook his head: "Do you think that I am already above everyone else, so I can do something weird?"

"Uh... just a fantasy." Harry scratched his head embarrassedly.

Mu En smiled helplessly.

"Actually, you have an advantage over ordinary kids," he said.

"what?"

"You know how much fame and fortune affect our peaceful lives." Moon explained, "If you are a seeker of magic, then these influences will be even more cumbersome to you."

Harry couldn't agree more.

He nodded seriously, and immediately understood why Uncle Moon was so impatient with Scrimgeour who came here to find him.

In essence, it is the same attention I received when I was in school.

The pure feeling was disturbed.

That's it.

"But you are not a seeker yet." Mu En poured a bucket of cold water on him.

Harry felt that Seeker was the highest honor a person could receive in magic. After all, he didn't want to be an Auror, let alone the so-called Minister of Magic.

"Ah, I know that too." He said helplessly, "I want to...end everything with Voldemort first."

"I'm glad you know." Mu En nodded with satisfaction, then waved his hand and suddenly stood up.

"By the way, do you want to have a midnight snack?"

"No - I want to, Uncle Moon, what do you want to eat?" Harry quickly changed his words, after all, what this meant was 'I want to eat, can you make some?'

"How about getting some of that kraken's meat?" Muen suggested, "If we grill it, do you think the fire elf can do the job?"

Harry was a little embarrassed. As expected...

Uncle Mu En really put the phrase "using magic flexibly in many aspects" into practice in every aspect of life.

Looking at Harry busy in the kitchen, Moon turned around and took out the picture frame, and then he was caught up in a new problem.

Why are there so many ghosts in Hogwarts, but so few in the outside world...

In addition, the existence of Peeves...seems to be somewhat special.

Moon didn't know much about Peeves because the little guy always avoided him.

Now that I think about it, maybe I can study it.

"soul…"

He has experience with this kind of thing on himself, but he finds it a bit tricky to deal with external research.

Soon, a week later.

With the help of newspaper advertisements throughout Christmas, all wizards in Britain knew about the upcoming early general election for the Ministry of Magic.

The current acting minister is the director of the Department of Law and Enforcement, and people believe she will remain impartial.

And the elect...Scrimgeour was already well ahead.

With public opinion in hand, there is basically no resistance.

Even though this matter has been widely discussed, no one is discussing who will be the minister.

What was being discussed was what new measures Scrimgeour would take to benefit the country and the people after taking office.

It is said that...his stress was so great that he went to St. Mungo's to buy potions to regulate his body.

Well, here's the exclusive from Rita Skeeter.