Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Hogwarts, eighth floor, inside the Room of Requirement research room.

Harry had just cleaned the laboratory and had not long after he sat down at his desk when he heard Moon's footsteps.

"Wait a moment." Mu En put the picture frame on the table, then took out the body removed from Peeves and began to prepare it.

Endless energy was mobilized to wash away the soul characteristics of Peeves. After a moment, only a ball of translucent ghost essence was left in the entire material.

"Let's begin." Mu En picked up the painting. This was the painting of Sindel when he first saw her, with green grass, a cloudless sky, a checkered blanket and a bright fruit basket.

"You just said that you wanted to leave?" Mu En said lightly.

"I'm sorry." Sindel lowered her head: "Obviously, you guys are working so hard for me--"

"That's really a commendable statement." Mu En interrupted her: "Although it's not a good idea and it makes me a little sad, but at least - it's your own idea."

As he spoke, Mu En had already pulled out his wand.

"How about I give you an idea?"

"What?"

"I want to live." Mu En spoke slowly.

"What does this mean?" Sindel was a little confused.

"Literally." Mu En said slowly: "Because you don't have a body, I guess you lack a certain [desire to survive], just like humans without tails will never know how to drive their tails.

So - to ensure everything goes smoothly, remember the advice I just gave you."

"Survive?!"

"That's right." Moon nodded and threw his wand up.

In the blink of an eye, Mu En had already taken action and entered the depths of Sindel's soul.

In the boundless world, the soul storm was blowing violently, leaving cracks on Mu En's body.

The world here is extremely chaotic. If there were mountains and land, they would have collapsed and the earth would have cracked. If there were sea and air, they would have already caused huge waves.

And in this world where different emotions and thoughts are madly intertwined, a figure is constantly torn apart like a kite with a broken string.

All of these emotions have been suppressed to the extreme. If they were carried by other wizards, a new Silent One might have already appeared.

In the real world, Harry has prepared the receptors to be killed.

A new, straw mouse.

Mu En's hand was stiffly raised again, and black lightning surged out, suddenly blasting the straw mouse into pieces.

Deep in his soul, a pirate scimitar quietly took shape in his hand when Straw Mouse died.

After its appearance, the soul storms that had tried to engulf and tear him apart had faded away, as if they had met their natural enemy.

"Don't worry, it doesn't hurt at all." Mu En smiled and shot towards Sindel like an arrow.

The duration of this operation was almost unbelievable to Harry, and after killing the straw mouse for the third time, Moon simply said, "Go slower," and immersed himself in it again.

Harry, wearing the Ravenclaw crown, began to make calculations in his mind.

He was very sleepy now, so what he calculated in his mind was the alchemical rune of the left and right brain skull recorded in Uncle Mu En's notes.

It allows people to rest their left and right brains, achieving the effect of never needing sleep.

Really

Operating on the skull. Harry couldn't bear to think about how he would perform such an alchemical operation.

According to the notes, I need to shave my head first, and then transform the shoulder and elbow joints of both hands.

Then he made several external eyeballs to connect to his brain, fixed his body, and peeled off his head.

Suddenly, Moon's action interrupted Harry's thoughts.

He clasped his hands together, as if trying to scoop up a handful of water from the painting.

Then, in the broad hands, a liquid soul like an elf appeared, and on the edge of her clothes, one could seem to see some bright paint.

"In order to ensure the integrity of the soul, we have no choice but to extract some of the existence in the painting." Moon's voice sounded softly in Harry's ears.

Afterwards, he summoned the ghost essence that had been prepared long ago, and the two began to gradually merge under his touch.

Kaka-

Above, endless energy began to drive, and the energy released this time was far beyond what was used to resurrect Voldemort before. Even the endless energy derived from the Obscurus began to be overwhelmed. It was only with the meshing of Moon's crow-headed wand that it prevented it from collapsing.

Even - I can't breathe!

The air in the real world began to be disturbed and squeezed out of this space.

"You go out first." Moon's voice sounded in Harry's ears.

Harry nodded, bowed slightly, turned around and hurried out.

The moment he turned around, a warm and extremely hot flame exploded behind him.

He didn't know how a flame could give him such contradictory feelings, but he knew exactly what he should do now - run!

The next moment, his footsteps landed heavily on the eighth floor of Hogwarts.

Turning around again, in the vortex that served as the gate, blue-purple flames were burning like a shape.

"Oh, if I don't want to see anyone breaking the school rules, then I think you would be the first to be punished." A somewhat surprised voice sounded in Harry's ears.

Turning around, he saw Dumbledore standing in front of him. He was wearing a purple nightgown and his beard was tied up.

"Professor." Harry greeted quickly, "Well, I don't think you should be surprised that I'm not asleep now."

"Okay." Dumbledore smiled. "So, what are you doing here?"

"Uncle Emuen is in there, trying to help his friend."

"Miss Sindel?" Dumbledore asked with interest.

"That's right." Harry nodded.

"Well, now that you're out, it looks like you can't be of much help. As an elderly person, I sincerely suggest that you maintain a healthy schedule. You know, it's already three in the morning."

"What?!" Harry quickly took out his pocket watch and took a look. It was really three o'clock in the morning.

"Then why are you here, Professor?"

"Ah, I don't think you know that there is a back door from my office to here." Dumbledore explained: "As for why it is here, I don't need to explain it in detail."

"Okay." Harry nodded: "But I still hope to wait for Uncle Moon here."

"Your worry is not unreasonable. If I don't understand, it would be too inhumane." Dumbledore smiled and said, "Come to my office, we will have a cup of hot tea and wait for him together."

"it is good."

Mu En didn't know that two people were waiting for him outside.

Otherwise, he might not be waiting for her here.

“Pooh—Pooh—”

After calmly spitting out the grass roots, he closed the cup again.

"I've told you so many times to filter the Mandrake roots." He muttered and shook his head helplessly: "I guess it's the crooked stuff they bought from Fred George. Only those two guys are so careless."

Then he turned his gaze to the bottom of the endless energy.

The rich energy is like a cocoon, and it seems to be nurturing something inside.

As for when he would be able to break out of his cocoon and be reborn, he had no idea.

“I always feel empty inside.”

Thinking of this, he put down the cup, clenched his hand, and twisted it into his chest.

I saw that the area where my heart was had become empty, with only a ball of empty flame responsible for the normal functioning of my body.

As for the benefits of strengthening the contract with Lucifer.

Not much good.

There's nothing special about it except that it allows for a deeper use of Lucifer's flames.

He could also use the power of the Star Child directly, but that would not be without cost.

As he spoke, he recalled Hal's determined efforts to end the war single-handedly.

At that time, because of his endless use of Calcifer's power, he turned into a black swallow and interfered with the war in the sky above the battlefield.

Such power is indeed powerful. He can directly block every local war between the two countries by himself. Even if the fleets of the two countries attack him, he is not afraid at all.

But he was too impatient and too naive, and he overused this power, which nearly caused him to lose control and change to a deeper level, almost to the point where there was no room for recovery.

Speaking of which, Mu En was also somewhat helpless about this matter back then.

Because Teacher Sallyman had an overly strong desire for control, she forced and even used many extreme means to force Mu En, who was good at large-scale warfare, to go to the battlefield.

After a fierce battle in the palace, Mu En chose to go directly to the sea.

This is why he failed to pull up the reins for Hal on the edge of the cliff in time.

The village where he and Hal lived when they were children was destroyed by war, and their first moving castle was built with those broken houses.

Hal hated war.

Even when he was in school, Hal didn't understand why Moon was so fond of those large-scale war spells and even went to study them in depth.

As he was thinking, Mu En fell asleep.

"By the way, Harry." Dumbledore leaned on the table and looked at Harry: "What do you think of Voldemort? Or, what is your attitude towards him? I have always been curious about your thoughts."

"Not much," said Harry. "I just wanted to..."

"What are you thinking about?"

"I want him to die." Harry said sincerely, "Professor, maybe you think it's strange for a third-year student like me to say this, but this is what I think deep down in my heart."

"Is it the sense of responsibility that your identity as the savior brings you?" Dumbledore looked at Harry.

Harry shook his head. "No, it's not. It's the sense of responsibility that comes with being a child."

Dumbledore smiled and picked up the teacup: "Harry, do you need some hot tea?"

It was already bright outside the window.

"Have some more, thank you, Professor." Harry said quickly: "By the way, Professor, why don't you go and have a rest."

"It's okay. It won't matter if you wait a while." Dumbledore smiled indifferently, then sighed helplessly.

"I also understand what Mu En wants to do. This is a matter of extraordinary significance and the difficulty is beyond imagination. I dare not disturb him."