Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"I intend to separate the Wizengamot Council from the Law Enforcement Department."

The words were carried by the breeze on the surface of the Black Lake, causing ripples on the surface.

On the lake, flies were being retrieved continuously. Suddenly, the surface of the lake exploded. The barely detectable fishing line was instantly tightened, hanging with water droplets, reflecting the warm winter sunshine.

Mu En kept reeling in the fishing line. Through the water curtain, the runes in his pupils began to adjust the refractive index of light, allowing him to see clearly a huge mountain trout under the turbulent waves.

Then he pulled the string sharply.

The next moment, the mountain trout was pulled high out of the water, showing its huge body and colorful colors in the sun.

Subsequently.

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But in the blink of an eye, the fish returned to the water and disappeared.

On the other side of the Black Lake, a group of little witches couldn't help but sigh, feeling sorry for Muen losing the fish.

He simply reeled in the line and returned to the shore from the shallow water. White mist was lingering around his body, but in the blink of an eye, the water on his body evaporated.

"What a shame," Scrimgeour said, and then looked at the little witches who had just been watching him in the distance: "It seems you have a lot of fans here."

"It doesn't matter." Mu En shook his head, sat on the small chair, changed a new fishing rod, and hung a float and fishing bait on it.

"That was a trout, right? I didn't expect there would be such a huge trout in the lake."

"These are the fish that the mermaids at the bottom of the Black Lake raise." Mu En explained, "Normally, trout are not this big."

Scrimgeour nodded, pulled out a fishing rod and set it up next to Moon.

His technique was much more skillful than Mu En's. Noticing Mu En's gaze, he smiled and said, "I often take my daughter fishing. There is a big river next to our house. We cast the fish there, and then she will wait with me for the fish to bite."

"Very good." Mu En nodded.

After a moment, as the lake became quiet again, Scrimgeour couldn't help but speak again: "I want to make the Wizengamot Council independent."

"Yeah." Mu En just responded to him calmly.

After a while, Scrimgeour could no longer suppress his emotions and called out, "Mr. Jones."

"Call me Muen."

Moon looked at Scrimgeour for a moment, then retracted his gaze to the lake.

He could clearly see that underwater, a murloc with iron-blue skin was controlling the huge mountain trout that had just escaped, trying to hang it on his hook.

A sudden vibration was transmitted from the fishing rod, driving away the iron-blue fishman and the mountain trout.

"Why?" Mu En finally spoke.

"I hope that the law can be independent from political institutions and play a role in reviewing and supervising political institutions."

"You're making things difficult for yourself?" Mu En looked at him and said, "After independence, even you will inevitably become part of the supervision."

"At least it's much better than the current chaos." Scrimgeour explained: "For who knows how many years, the Ministry of Magic has always been the plaything of those ancient families, such as the Malfoy family. Those roots with the smell of corruption have been eating away at this big tree that should have provided shelter for the people, absorbing its nutrients and its sunlight."

"Class is everywhere, and you can't change anything." Mu En said lightly.

There was incredible confusion and doubt in Scrimgeour's eyes. He stared at Moon, as if he felt that these were not words he should be able to say.

"Could it be. But"

Scrimgeour was speechless for a moment. He never expected Moon to say that.

Didn't you ask me to study how to change the magic world? Didn't you always support and guide me?

Now, this is the decision he made after reading through the political books he got from Muggles and observing the political landscape of the Muggle world.

It is change, it is trying, it is.

"Why?" he asked again, "Isn't this good?"

"Yes, you are right, but you can't change anything." Mu En said calmly: "Strength, wisdom, power, as long as there is a gap between people, classes will naturally be generated."

Then there was a long silence.

Wow!

The float suddenly sank, followed by a heavy and powerful force coming from the fishing rod.

A moment later, the mountain trout surfaced again.

This guy is extremely greedy.

But this time, I won't let it escape.

He raised the rod and stretched out his hand. In the blink of an eye, he caught the one-meter-long mountain trout.

“Nice, Professor!”

In the distance, the cheers of the little witches could be heard.

Mu En nodded over there, then took the fish off and threw it back into the water.

"Ah, Professor? You threw it down again?!" the little witch said in confusion.

"It's good to have caught it." Mu En nodded with a smile, then re-baited and put the hook down again.

Also returned to the position.

"Have you thought it through?" he asked.

"I just," Scrimgeour began slowly, looking at the calm lake.

"I want to change." He took a deep breath.

"Maybe I can't do anything, yes, but that's from the perspective of the future. Classes will always appear, that's right. This so-called [new world] that I changed won't last too long, but even if it's a hundred years, fifty years, even just ten years! Five years! I will do it, and I will let those people have a good life.

Yes, I got to the top with your support, with the help of Fudge's death, and with Rita's manipulation of public opinion.

But that doesn’t mean I’m a minister who just wants to sit in my position and do nothing. You support me because of this, right?

Look at the wizards nowadays, they all live in desolate rural areas, far away from the world. They go to Diagon Alley every day. Everyone has seen London, but they have never felt how terrible the magnificent industry of the Muggles is.

Insensitivity and numbness are fully reflected in those people.

Moon, you know, I have a nephew who is now at Hogwarts, and I have asked him about everything you said.

He said he didn't know why you admired Muggles so much, or should I say - humans!

He said this with a smile, even though he had once ridden on the Muggle research public train, even though he had ridden on the Muggle Hogwarts steam train.

They live in rural areas, isolated from the rest of the world.

They look down on Muggles.

But they also feel from the bottom of their hearts that they have a share in the magnificent skyscrapers and terrifying industries built by the Muggles, and they enjoy the sense of honor of being the "Pearl of Human Industry."

As he spoke, his voice became more determined.

"Some time ago, after I succeeded the Minister for Magic, I went to Downing Street to talk to Major. You know who I'm talking about, right?

I treated him as an equal at the beginning, but as we talked later, I kept asking about their industry, economy, and politics, and my heart sank more and more.

In the end, he completely crushed my minister's [self-esteem] with just one sentence."

As he spoke, he looked into the distance, as if recalling the words that John Major had uttered that day with a gentle smile.

"You are the first Prime Minister of the magical world to have such a strong desire to explore our industry."

As he spoke, he stood up, and the wind from the lake blew up the medium-length hair of this old man in his forties or fifties.

"Mu En, I will make this ignorant and numb [era] [society] [thought] completely exterminate in my hands!"

"Hehe." Mu En slowly leaned back in his chair.

"If you take big steps, be careful not to get pulled"

"Then I will be the most ridiculous Minister ever!" Scrimgeour said slowly.

"But I will definitely not be the least enterprising one!"

Hearing his words, Mu En smiled with satisfaction.

"Haha, since you have already made your own decision, why are you asking me?"

"I need your advice." Scrimgeour stared at him. "Mr. Moon Jones, I know you don't like these politics, but I firmly believe in the direction you point me to."

Mu En was silent. After a moment, he sighed and slowly reeled in the fishing rod.

“I also have many mistakes and prejudices.”

Finally, he turned around and put away the small chair.

"but."

"Let future generations judge that."

The next day, Diagon Alley.

On Sunday, the number of people in Diagon Alley was not sparse, and there were also many more foreign accents in the entire neighborhood.

"Mr. Jones!" An old black man with a curly beard suddenly noticed Mu En and walked over quickly.

Then he also saw Dumbledore next to him.

"Albus, long time no see."

"Long time no see." Dumbledore didn't remember who this person was.

"I am Amara Taraji from Uajadu, the Moon Mountain," he introduced himself. "I teach Charms in Uajadu."

Uagadou is a magic school from Kenya, located high up on the Moon Mountain.

"Mr. Jones, I have two small questions about the chapter on the concepts of amplifiers and guides for wizard wands in the knowledge you and the exhibition presented in the book "Basics of Kapora Magic".

As you know, wandless magic is a tradition in Africa, and your articles are of great importance to us.”

Speaking of which, during this period of time, many scholars from various countries have been trying to get in touch with Mu En to conduct academic exchanges on the knowledge he exhibited.

However, at Moon's instruction, he asked Scrimgeour and Dumbledore to help him refuse.

He didn't expect that he would be caught red-handed just by coming to Diagon Alley.

"Okay, go ahead." Mu En said helplessly.

The three of them stood in Diagon Alley and had a discussion before leaving under the respectful gaze of old Professor Vagado.

"You have now become a Merlin-like figure in the hearts of many magic researchers." Dumbledore said with a low laugh.

"Just a contributor." Mu En shook his head and did not want to monopolize the admiration and respect.

After all, he was just sharing the knowledge he had collected from other places.

That's it.

As they spoke, they continued walking until they stopped in front of a huge, crooked, gray-white marble building.

"arrive."

"Do you think these goblins will give you face?" Mu En asked.

"I don't know, but I don't like to solve everything by force." Dumbledore said.