Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"Nonsense." Barrow glanced at him.

"No, no!" Peeves yelled.

Perhaps Barrow has a somewhat negative personality, or he is simply unhappy with Peeves' existence, which leads to this kind of rebuttal mentality.

As for Peeves' words, he believed them more.

Because he had no other choice. After all, he couldn't let this guy really go out and die.

"Then there is another thing, Peeves and Barrow, can I take a little bit of your things for research?" Moon asked.

"You're not going to cut my hand off, are you?" said Peeves.

Barrow glanced at him and then tore off a piece of his clothes.

"Professor, I don't know if this is possible."

"Yes, they are all part of your soul." Mu En nodded.

"But after these things leave the ghost——"

Barrow's words suddenly became stagnant. At this moment, Mu En's palm gradually became translucent and exuded a blue-purple glow. He gently grabbed the piece of clothes that Barrow had torn off, then took out a bottle and put the clothes in it.

Then, Mu En's eyes turned to Peeves.

On the other side, Moonlight Castle.

There was a knock on the door outside.

Harry walked downstairs, opened the door, and then saw a round face holding a big gift box in his hands.

"Dudley?!" Harry looked at the newcomer in surprise: "Why are you here?"

Dudley quickly handed the thing in his hand to Harry and said, "This is your Christmas present. Mom and Dad are not here today, so I gave it to you when I had the chance."

"Let me see," said Dudley. "How long will your Christmas break last? Is that wizard here?"

"He's not here." Harry leaned against the door frame. "How have you been lately?"

"It's still the same as before," Dudley said. "It feels fun and boring. There's something to do every day, but it always feels like something is missing."

"It sounds like a good day at least. If it doesn't, then there are too many good days." Harry smiled.

Dudley scratched his head in embarrassment. "I came here mainly to ask, I heard one of my classmates bragging to me about the wizarding world a few days ago. He told me that they went to an exhibition in the wizarding world some time ago."

"Oh, really?" Harry nodded. "That's true. There were a lot of No-Maj's participating in the Anglo-Greek Expo a while ago."

"I heard him say that the magic world and the world of ordinary people will merge in the future?"

"What's that?" Harry asked in confusion. "No one has ever said anything like that, at least not that I know of."

"He said his brother told him that," Dudley explained. "He also said his brother went to this place called Hogwarts."

"Oh, so that's how it is." Harry nodded: "I know the reason, um. Maybe, these things in the future are not certain, who knows."

"By the way, why are you asking this?"

"Ah, nothing." Dudley smiled awkwardly.

"What? You also want to take a look at the wizarding world?" Harry said with a smile.

Dudley opened his mouth, but in the end, as if he had been seen through, he could only nod.

"Just tell me if you have this idea. It's not a big deal. It's just that I can't handle it with Mr. Dursley."

"Sir?"

"Yeah." Harry nodded: "Uncle Moon said that he gave the Dursleys enough money, so..."

"Yes." Dudley pursed his lips.

"We're moving," he said.

Harry looked at him in surprise: "Are you moving?"

"Yeah." Daly nodded. "My father said one night some time ago that if he continued to live here, he would suffer from nervous breakdown sooner or later. So when he came back that day, he decided to put this plan on the agenda."

On the second night of Christmas, Vernon was frightened by the visit of Rita, Rufus and others.

To be precise, he was frightened by the disgust in his heart.

Harry actually understood Vernon's thinking, especially since he could now destroy a house or two at will without any effort.

If it were him, he might also reject the group of wizards.

Yes, he understood Vernon. Although he hated this guy, he would still try to look at the problem from Vernon's perspective.

And it enables him to gain more vision and understanding.

For example, now that he was looking at wizards from Vernon's perspective, he naturally discovered the biggest difficulty in what Professor Dumbledore wanted to do.

It's not just about whether wizards are willing to accept No-Majs.

Similarly, whether No-Majs are willing to accept wizards is also a problem, and a big problem.

Putting these thoughts aside, Harry looked at Dudley.

"Maybe this is the right choice if it can make them sleep a little better every night from now on," said Harry.

"Thank you." Dudley felt that the Harry in front of him didn't look like his brother at all. Instead, he looked like one of those talkative adults that his father would occasionally receive at home.

"When are you moving?" Harry asked instead.

"We'll move in two days." Dudley said, "Actually, Dad bought the house over there after you left, but he had been renovating it before. But now he seems to be unable to wait, and Mom also agrees with this choice."

"It looks like we're going to go our separate ways from now on." Harry said calmly, but Dudley didn't like what he said.

Moreover, he was not sure whether he felt sad about their separation because Harry was now richer and more powerful.

If that's the case, then I'm an out-and-out villain.

But if you say it's not because of the kind of thinking of interests, but purely because of emotion

To be honest, Dudley didn't feel ashamed to think so.

This is also the reason why he asked Harry about the future of the wizarding world and the Muggle world instead of saying that he wanted Harry to take him to the wizarding world.

Because I don’t have that face.

"Do you want to go to Diagon Alley?" Harry suddenly asked.

"Huh?" Dudley was startled.

"Yeah." Harry nodded: "I'll buy you an owl. If you want to contact me, I have a way."

'After all, I can't take the initiative to contact you except for holidays,' Harry thought.

"May I?"

"Don't be so nagging." Harry smiled: "But don't tell these things to your friends."

There was no other reason, it was just that Harry simply didn't like those guys.

"Okay, now?"

"Right now, aren't your parents here? There's no better opportunity than now. They're going to look at houses, right?"

"That's right." Dudley nodded. "Then let's go."

"Okay, I'll clean it up." Harry nodded and walked into the house with the gift box Dudley gave him.

Since school was about to start, he did need to go to Diagon Alley.

At the same time, Harry began to think about something he had been thinking about before.

Soon, Harry called Hermione and went to Diagon Alley together.

During this time, Hermione's eyes were always very strange.

She naturally knew the relationship between Harry and this family, but she didn't expect that.

But when I thought about what Harry had called me just now, I could barely understand it.

Harry had just introduced Dudley as a "friend".

"Let's go get some money on the way," Harry said, pulling out his wand and tapping the bricks at the entrance to the alley behind the bar. At the same time, he couldn't help but warn Dudley, "You'd better not run around. Be careful of dark wizards. I encountered those things when I first came here."

"They're people," Hermione corrected inevitably.

"No, just stuff." Harry smiled and took the lead in walking into the streets of Diagon Alley.

Although the Anglo-Greek Expo is in full swing now, it does not hinder the bustle here. After all, whether it is for daily necessities or as the oldest commercial street in Europe that foreign wizards choose to visit, Diagon Alley always has an unparalleled flow of people.

Dudley was almost dazzled by what he saw and wished he had eight eyes like a spider.

Everything here was so new to him, and at the same time, he felt like he was seeing a scene from a dream.

"The Hopping and Frolic Magical Joke Shop, I saw that name on the invisible ink you gave me," Dudley whispered.

"Yeah." Harry just responded flatly.

Apart from that, this was the only way he could respond to those who greeted him.

After all, there were so many people who greeted him, too many to count.

"Are you Harry Potter? Oh my god, I've heard your story in America. Can we take a photo together?"

"Yeah." Harry quickly hummed and moaned, lowering his head and walked away.

Because there were so many people, he had to buy a Daily Prophet, pretend to keep his head down, and turn a deaf ear to the greetings.

"You seem to be very respected here." Dudley looked at Harry blankly. He had never thought that his younger brother actually had a completely different identity in this world.

"Yeah." Harry just responded casually. Compared to the things that his parents exchanged their lives for him, he would rather admit the fact that he won the gold belt in the second grade.

In the newspapers, there are reports about many recent events.

"Recently, Mr. Malfoy said at a private dinner that Rufus had not brought Barty Jr. to justice at all, and that the body he claimed to have found was just a charred corpse.

Today, the Auror Office of the Ministry of Magic officially responded and publicly displayed a lot of information on Barty Jr.'s body. See the picture below for details. The editor has processed the bloody part of the picture.

In the picture, we can clearly see the slowly flowing Dark Mark, which is on Barty's arm.

Also displayed was the appearance of the corpse restored through facial restoration. It can be confirmed that the corpse is Barty Crouch Jr. "

Then he looked at the report below.

"At present, Rufus Scrimgeour's votes have surpassed many candidates. Perhaps now, the only thing left for Rufus Scrimgeour to become the Minister is the votes in the Wizengamot. Once again, Mrs. Calvin, who lives in Godric's Hollow, told our reporter: 'I hope the people in the Wizengamot will not embarrass this young man who is participating in the election. The Ministry of Magic needs such a minister.'"

'The old lady in Godric's Hollow said that?' Harry muttered to himself, 'I'm afraid you didn't say that yourself.'

Is this the power of public opinion?

Just as he was thinking about it, Dudley's voice suddenly rang in his ears.

“Is that Flourish and Blotts?” Dudley said. “That’s where you buy your textbooks.”

At the same time, a high-pitched voice emerged from the crowd.

“Yes, I did not submit my work to the Anglo-Greek Expo. It is very popular there now, but as you know, I am not a person who would use those exhibition achievements to embellish myself.

That's right, you didn't expect that, even though I have been awarded the Order of Merlin, Honorary Member of the Anti-Dark Magic League, and won the "Wizard Weekly's Most Charming Smile Award" for five consecutive times, I am still not a person who cares so much about fame. "

Suddenly, cheers broke out from the audience.

"Yes, as for the knowledge that everyone wants to know and can be displayed at the Anglo-Greek Expo, and the treasures that have accompanied me for many years, I have put them all in my new book - "Gilderoy Lockhart: The Magic of Treasures that Travel Through the World". If you buy this work at Flourish and Blotts today, you can get the book signed at the same time. If you buy the set version of thirteen books including "Walking with a Ghost Girl", you can also get a number of personal peripherals including autographed cards and autographed handbags. It is limited to the first 100 copies, first come first served, so hurry up if you want to buy."

"It's Mr. Lockhart!!" Hermione said excitedly.

"Oh." Harry nodded.

"Why are you reacting so calmly?" Hermione looked at him: "Do you know who he is? He is——"

"But he submitted his work to Uncle Moon." Harry even wanted to pick his nose.

"Then Uncle Muen threw it to Mr. Lucifer."

This is a euphemism. To be precise, it means a fire.

"Pure garbage." Harry continued, "That was Uncle Moon's evaluation of him at the time.

Lockhart also put an autographed photo of himself in the envelope, which made Uncle Moon very disgusted.

Maybe he wants to bribe me with that autographed photo?!"

"W…what?" Hermione looked at Harry awkwardly.

In her mind, Lockhart was a figure like Mr. Moon Jones and Headmaster Dumbledore.

After all, he is a great magician who traveled around the world and solved many problems.

An absolute strong man.

And Harry...had come into contact with this guy earlier.

When in Greece.

"Let's go," he urged, as the place was almost completely packed with Lockhart's fans.

"Really? This is impossible." Hermione said in disbelief.

"Are you sure that's what Mr. Jones said?" she asked quickly.

To be honest, if Harry or other friends said this, Hermione would definitely refute it. After all, among these friends, Hermione is more willing to believe in herself and what she has read in books.

But if it was Mr. Jones who said it, then she couldn't be so foolish as to say it.

After all, he is a professor.