Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 386 I'm Proud of You

Hogwarts, the streets are empty.

The train had been on its way for who knows how long, and only a few students were still in school. They were either preparing for exams or were not interested in the competition.

A shadow crossed the green grass and quickly rushed towards the court.

He disappeared without a trace and did not cause any commotion. Only the grass bent slightly, proving his presence.

On the court, in the former referee's room, now only Mu En was sitting quietly on the sofa.

He slowly opened his eyes, then stood up and straightened his collar.

Like welcoming guests.

After a moment, the door opened.

A figure in a black robe walked in.

Silence began to permeate the space.

The sofa moved towards the table, and tea and meals appeared on the table.

"Sit down, you seem eager to talk."

The figure in the black robe still did not take off his hood, but froze in place. His sharp eyes under the robe stared directly at Mu En and moved with him.

"You don't seem very surprised by my arrival."

"Of course I'm surprised." Mu En sat on the sofa and easily poured tea for the person sitting opposite him.

"But I'm in a good mood now," he said.

The black-robed figure also sat opposite, listening quietly.

"You still didn't listen to me, did you?" Mu En asked.

"I, I know." The black shadow wanted to say something, but the words stopped at his lips.

"But. I. I can't do it."

"People's understanding of truth is always superficial. Even the most mature people will have things they cannot face and will want to try to change them." Mu En said easily.

"It's not bad actually. After all, you don't listen to me anymore. You have your own ideas, which is not a bad thing."

"I—" The shadow's tone became anxious. He couldn't remain calm, so he said quickly: "Voldemort organized a prison break, and all the prisoners in Azkaban escaped."

"Were any innocent people injured?" Mu En asked.

"With the blow of Azkaban—"

"What about the others?" Moon asked again, "I'm talking about the students and parents of Hogwarts, and those who don't bear any responsibility but are implicated - anyone."

"London? No, no."

Mu En nodded with satisfaction: "London. OK, that means it was a success."

"But--"

"No need." Mu En raised his hand and interrupted him: "Let's leave some surprises for ourselves, how about that?"

"But... it's a ruin." said the black shadow.

Mu En stood up, walked slowly around the table and patted the shadow on the shoulder.

“I believe that is the best outcome.”

How unrealistic these words are, just like a believer praying to the Lord.

But the next moment, Mu En corrected him.

"This belief comes from you and me. I have absolute confidence in you!"

"Me me?"

"Yes." Mu En walked behind him, put his fingertips together and rubbed them in front of his body.

That is the posture of thinking.

After a moment, Mu En continued speaking.

"I don't think I've ever said that before." He began.

The shadow quickly turned his head and looked at Mu En expectantly, his voice trembling: "What did you say?"

Mu En smiled silently and said, "Sometimes being too reserved is not a good thing, but I did make it clear in front of Dumbledore, Grindelwald, and other teachers."

After saying that, he looked at the eyes under the black shadow's hood.

"I'm proud of you, kid."

After that, Mu En nodded and finally said: "I should make some preparations, you go do what you think you should do.

Like I said before, I still have faith in you, and you have grown up."

After saying that, his figure disappeared in the wind.

Looking at the empty referee room, the dark figure turned around and leaned weakly on the table.

After a moment, he took off his glasses and wiped the corners of his eyes weakly.

Mid-race.

In terms of distance, Harry and Hermione were no longer in first place, and some had given up their previous events and chose to run towards the finish line instead.

For example, the two teams from Durmstrang seemed to have given up on the points they could have gained in these games and instead ran to the front.

High in the air, Hermione suddenly slapped her head in annoyance: "Oops!"

"What's wrong?" Harry turned around and asked.

"I always feel that I should have done better in the last project." She said: "If I had used blood for the sacrifice, I would have definitely gotten full marks."

"That's all about the third project." Harry smiled easily: "Let the past be the past."

The third project is that in order to seek more production resources, various clans and tribes gradually formed alliances. Subsequently, private ownership came into being, classes appeared, and finally [states] and [civilizations] appeared.

In this era, wizards gradually withdrew from social production, and some of them entered the states and became [priests] with a unique status.

The content of the competition is to hold a sacrificial ceremony, that is: through the combination of magic words, things existing in the material world, dance movements, etc., to complete an advanced spell without the use of a magic wand. "

It was also from this project that content that truly went beyond what was taught in normal schools began to emerge - and it was precisely this kind of competition content that provided truly knowledgeable people with a stage to perform.

Many people have come to realize that instead of spending time on every competition, it is better to choose what you are good at.

The fourth project takes the time forward to the time when Hogwarts was founded - a time when young wizards would be attacked.

"When civilization emerged, wizards in aristocratic positions were no longer satisfied with being controlled by the king.

They began to use religion as a pretext, calling themselves the spokesmen of the gods, and preaching that the king's power was granted by God, thus gaining a supreme status.

In order to maintain their stable position as the spokesperson for the gods, the religion labeled any witch among the people as the spokesperson for the devil and launched the first witch hunt.

At this time, the content of the competition is to ask them to save a little wizard who is about to be burned to death in the village.

That game didn't take them long.

At this moment, Harry slowly descended and finally arrived at a hidden castle in the Yorkshire Dales National Park.

The castle is old, and when you walk into it you can see many exquisite murals and sculptures.

Dumbledore once again appeared in the center of the castle hall and told them about the events of this competition, which was also the fifth event.

"From the 14th to the 16th century, people no longer believed in religion blindly, and they hated each other's hypocritical asceticism and theocracy.

However, at that time, there was no sufficiently mature literary and artistic system to replace religious ideas, so they began to use ancient Greek and Roman culture to express their own culture and ideological ideas.

Thus began the Renaissance.

As wizards who have suffered from religious oppression, you have chosen to stand up at this time and contribute your strength.

Please each create a piece of content related to culture and art, with no restrictions on subject matter or form. "

After hearing this, Hermione's face suddenly became a little helpless.

"This is the direction I'm least good at." She muttered, her eyes secretly looking at Harry.

Whether you want it or not, just give up.

"I think we can give it a try." Harry said lightly.

Then, he pulled Hermione aside and talked about the idea of ​​using Transfiguration to make a sculpture.