Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

"Flint." Moon remembered this person: "He hasn't graduated yet?"

"It took him an extra year to adjust to Durmstrang," Karkaroff said.

"Sounds good." Mu En nodded.

A moment later, Dumbledore also arrived late. Seeing Moon, he was obviously not too surprised.

After some more pleasantries, the formal meeting began.

After a boring introduction to the Triwizard Tournament and the reasons for its restart, the meeting came to the first topic.

"Security Question."

"We all know that the Goblet of Fire has always been known for its high danger, which is why it has been interrupted many times in history. So when the competition is restarted this time, we hope to add more security to the Goblet of Fire." Cleveland Raul, director of the Department of International Magical Cooperation, spoke word by word. He spoke clearly and his expression was meticulous.

Karkaroff tapped the table politely with his fingertips. "Regarding the issue of safety, I personally hope to add more stringent restrictions to the Goblet of Fire to ensure the safety of all participants. In fact, no one wants a grand gathering between the three schools to turn into a tragedy or farce."

"What's your suggestion?" Cleveland looked at him.

"Maybe we should add an age limit to ensure that every student is an adult," he said.

Mu En tilted his head. Isn't the selection of contestants the responsibility of the Goblet of Fire? It ensures that every contestant is the best of their respective schools. Adding an age limit is no different from taking off pants to fart.

He and Dumbledore looked at each other, and both felt that the purpose behind these words did not seem to be a safety issue.

"Adults are responsible for their own choices." After saying this, Karkaroff leaned back in his chair and gently stroked his goatee with his fingers.

Ahaha, now Mu En understood.

Avoid risks. I hold competitions to give you the opportunity to win honor for the school, but if you die, the school will not be held responsible!

"That's true." Mu En nodded in agreement. "Except that it implies that you, the people who organized the competition, are underage, it's true."

Karkaroff moved the root of his tongue in his mouth, his face looked unfriendly, and his body gradually leaned forward.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Jones, I don't understand what you're saying."

"The competition is organized by the school and the Department of Sports Administration of the Ministry of Magic, so the safety issues and responsibilities should also be the responsibility of you, the organizers of the competition, the 'adults' in the social sense."

As he spoke, Mu En played with the parchment scroll in his hand.

“Isn’t it an attempt to evade the responsibility of the event organizer to set an age limit? Of course, I can accept that you want to hold a life-and-death match, but it shouldn’t be a match for those teenage boys.

On the other hand, when you resumed the competition this time, you certainly did not just want to hold it once and then end it hastily, but to restore this tradition.

I think the age distinction is very unconventional. The five-year competition can only be held if the contestants are over 17 years old. If Dumbledore is in the fifth or sixth grade this year, it would be very unfair to him.

Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"Oooooh~" Karkaroff fell backwards.

"As expected of a teacher of defense, it seems that you really take safety very seriously."

Mu En accepted this so-called "praise" calmly, and even shook his head modestly: "I am just fulfilling the responsibilities that a teacher should fulfill."

This behavior made Karkaroff's expression even uglier, and then he said: "Okay, then how about you give a reasonable suggestion?"

Mu En's eyes swept across the parchment. "In other words, the last time the competition was suspended, it was because a chicken-bodied snake-tailed monster got out of control, causing casualties among the principals of the various schools."

"Who was in power at that time?" Moon looked at Dumbledore.

"Gordon Flanagan," Dumbledore responded.

"I propose that this person be ranked first among the most irresponsible headmasters of Hogwarts." Muen put down the parchment and then said with a smile, "You don't have to be ranked first."

"Ah, me?" Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, not understanding when this ranking was made.

Muen said bluntly: "Back to the point, it's clear that the Goblet of Fire has always been a bit stupid."

"This has a history of seven hundred years." Madame Maxime couldn't help but remind her tactfully.

Mu En nodded slightly to the elegant lady as a courtesy.

"I won't hide my purpose. I think my duel competition is very interesting, so the only one who can take away my competition can be a more interesting competition." Mu En said, "But now it seems that from the tradition just now, this competition is obviously a bit stupid, which can be proved by the fact that this competition has been suspended several times.

Obviously, in the past, many organizers of competitions directly focused on the gimmick of "high difficulty", which led to excessive deaths and injuries.

After all, one death was an accident, but if all the principals were injured - that was an accident.

Instead of advocating a so-called high difficulty here, it is better to consider the content of the competition more carefully and find out what difficulty is more appropriate. "

Cleveland nodded: "So Professor Jones, your opinion is to ensure safety issues by adjusting the content of the game."

"As it should be. The Goblet of Fire itself is responsible for the selection of contestants. It has already selected the best of each school. Naturally, the only thing that can be regulated at this time is the content of the competition."

Cleveland glanced around, his eyes fell on Karkaroff, and asked, "Do the principals have any other comments?"

Karkaroff nodded. "Well, I guess not."

"Then let's continue with the meeting and discuss some adjustments and opinions on the content of the game." Cleveland said, turning his attention to Moon again.

"Professor Jones, you seem to have something else to say about the content of the game."

"Thank you." Mu En nodded: "Each school should select one person to compete with each other to see who is better. Well, what is the meaning of school? After all, we all know that the best person in a school, his excellence is definitely not from the school."

Madame Maxime listened to Mu En's words and nodded slightly involuntarily.

No one will deny this statement.

Only the top students in a school can represent the educational level of the school.

An outstanding person cannot represent something - that is a genius.

"Whose family has a little genius?" Mu En also took the opportunity to say what Madame Maxime said.

"I agree." Dumbledore laughed and pushed up his glasses.

He inexplicably thought of his student days. At that time, he already had many titles, but it would definitely be great to add a Triwizard Tournament championship.

Although Dumbledore is over a hundred years old and no longer strives for honors like he did in school, he has never felt that what he did back then was "childish".

Instead, I sighed from my own perspective back then - it would be great if there was a top three trophy.

"So you mean, a team competition?" Karkaroff looked at Moon and said, "A group of top students in the school, right?"

"That's quite interesting." Mu En nodded.

His dueling competitions were open to all students, but this competition was about three contestants competing to see who was the best. The only thing other young wizards could do was to be spectators, apart from writing their names and throwing them into the Goblet of Fire at the beginning?

It is no wonder that apart from the sense of honor between schools, the difficulty has to be increased as a gimmick - otherwise the bystanders will not watch at all, they lack a sense of participation, and the scenes they can watch must be excessively stimulating and exciting.

This mechanism is a waste of time.

"Okay." Karkaroff smiled, revealing his big yellow teeth and gums.

Mu En looked at him in surprise. At first, he thought this guy would take the initiative to contradict him.

"Igor, it seems that you have confidence in the children under your command who are proficient in dark magic." Dumbledore smiled.

"Of course, yes, which teacher doesn't have confidence in his own children?" Karkaroff raised the corner of his mouth.

"Yes." Mu En also nodded: "Which teacher would not have confidence in his students?"

"Okay, let's get back to the specific content of the game."

The meeting lasted a long time. After Mu En put forward his ideas, they began to discuss the details.

It was almost evening when the group of people came out.

Arriving at the eighth floor, which was the entrance to the Ministry of Magic, Moon said goodbye to Madame Maxime and thanked her for the books she had brought out. Unexpectedly, he met a familiar face.

He was a wrinkled, gray-haired man, wearing a black suit and a windbreaker, which was completely different from what he usually wore. His left hand was bandaged and hanging, and his right hand was supported by a crutch.

"Remus." Moon looked at him. "Oh, what a change."

"Headmaster Dumbledore, Moon."

"Yes, it's gotten worse." Lupin limped over: "Why are you here?"

"There was a small meeting." Mu En explained: "How did you become like this?"

"It's very miserable, right? I suffered this when I went to Scotland. There was a werewolf gathering place I was familiar with, so I went there, hoping to help some werewolves."

"No, I mean the clothes. Hmm. Really neat. The fabric is also very good.

As for you, although you have some injuries, it's okay. You may not have noticed that your spirit and energy have completely changed!"

"Oh? Clothes?" Lupin didn't react, then explained: "It was Harry who gave me the suggestion. The Minister suggested that I change my clothes, and then I mentioned these things in the letter to Harry, and he gave me a book on dressing."

'Sounds like the one I gave him when he was ten'

Lupin continued, "Harry, I have to say, he has done me a great service in making me more accepted in the Ministry."

As they were talking, a colleague from the Ministry of Magic came over, but he slowed down his pace, made a circle, and passed by the three people.

When Mu En turned his head, he could still see from the man's back that he was fanning his nose with his hand.

It seemed that he felt that the air Lupin breathed was tainted with wolfsbane.

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Lupin also showed an embarrassed look, and then explained: "It has been easily accepted. Really, this is already a good situation. At least the minister's complaint mailbox has not been filled up."

"What about your own mailbox?" Mu En looked at him.

Lupin was stunned for a moment, opened his mouth, and finally sighed: "At least it's not a complaint letter, which is a good thing, right? And there are many people in the Ministry who accept it."

As if to prove what he said, a young girl came over.

Pale heart-shaped face, dark sparkling eyes, soft pink, yes, pink bubblegum hair, wearing a Weird Sisters shirt and patched jeans.

"Director Lupin." She greeted Lupin gracefully, then turned to Dumbledore and Moon.

"Principal, and Professor Jones, do you remember me?"

"Tonks?" Moon said, "If I remember correctly, Kingsley called you that."

"Thank you." She chuckled, as if she didn't expect Mu En to really remember her.

"I have a deep impression of you, the rock girl in the Auror office." Moon smiled.

"Oh, you like the Weird Sisters too?" she said, "But I'm not in the Auror Office now. I'm in the Werewolf Office now. I'm responsible for finding werewolves with the Director.

After all, professor, you don’t know that the place where werewolves gather is not so safe. "

As if because of Lupin's presence, the girl kept using euphemisms while speaking.

She said angrily, "Those guys are really too much. They think Lupin is betraying them - they even think we are trying to trick them into coming to the Ministry of Magic so that we can kill them once and for all."

Obviously, Lupin's journey has not been smooth.

"Don't worry, they are just staying alert. Without this, they wouldn't even survive." Lupin comforted Tonks. He had already expected these results because he used to be a werewolf.

Yes, they will just become distrustful of everyone because the entire wizarding world does not believe in werewolves.

The "Werewolf Catching Squad" is no joke.

"Well, anyway, I wish you success in whatever you want to do." Moon patted Lupin on the shoulder.

"Thank you, you too." Lupin smiled: "I have heard some news."

"Good luck to you." Mu En smiled.

After Moon and Dumbledore left, Tonks quickly handed a box of medicine to Lupin.

"Director, I'm wondering if I'm not suitable to go out with you." Tonks said awkwardly.

"Why did you come up with this idea?" Lupin asked as he opened the medicine bottle.

"Isn't the truth right in front of us?" Tonks said, "If it weren't for me, you might not have been injured. When I show up, those werewolves will resist me, and they will also distrust you."

If Lupin hadn't defended her from the attack, Tonks might be lying in a hospital bed, waiting to be transformed into a werewolf.

And if it weren't for the Blood Wolf Potion that Harry gave him, Lupin's injuries would probably not be so minor.

"No, you did a great job. Well, I think I lack some communication skills. Maybe it's because my attitude towards little wizards made them unhappy. Anyway, you did a great job, Tonks."

Tonks obviously didn't believe Lupin's words, as he himself said, the damn tone was like he was talking to a little wizard.

but

"Okay." Tonks smiled and said, "Then you should take good care of your injuries during this time, and don't rush into the mission."

"Is this why you don't use magic to treat me?" Lupin said helplessly.

And just now Moon and Dumbledore seemed to have acquiesced to this.

Tonks smiled helplessly, then waved: "Goodbye, Director. I have to go home, and you too."