Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

Chapter 388 I am the giant wave sweeping across the world

"The father's bones, donated unintentionally, can bring your son back to life."

“The blood of your servant, given voluntarily, will bring your master back to life.”

“The blood of your enemies, forced to give, will revive your enemies.”

The chanting of the magic spell was blown away by the wind, and it went on and on, and in the evening, it came to the streets of London.

London is still wet today. King's Cross Station is busier than usual. Wizards are walking out of Nine and Three Quarters Station in batches and heading to Diagon Alley.

On the banks of the Thames, a little girl saw a strange figure walking towards her from the other end of the street. She asked innocently, "Mom, that old man is so strange, like a wizard."

"Shh, don't say that, it's rude." Her mother quickly stopped her.

Then she quickly asked, "Baby, did you have that dream again last night?"

"Of course." The little girl frowned and nodded, seeming to be annoyed: "Mom, I don't want to have that dream again, it's so weird."

It was at this time that the two people walking towards them got closer.

One of them, a handsome man in formal attire, stopped and looked at the little girl. He asked, "Child, what did you dream about?"

"Don't you know, sir?" her mother said in surprise, followed by a look of worry.

Concerns about that dream.

"It's an island." The girl said coquettishly, "A beautiful island with many collapsed stone pillars around it!

In the center of the island, there is a huge tree, super huge, and there is a person under the roots of the tree. "

"Did you see clearly what he looks like?" Mu En asked again.

The little girl shook her head.

"But I heard him speak."

Mu En frowned immediately: "What did he say?"

"He said, 'Moon, here we come.'"

"Oh." Mu En nodded in understanding, then smiled and said, "Guess what my name is?"

"I don't know." The little girl shook her head honestly with an innocent look on her face.

"My name is Moon." Mu En laughed, squatted down and said:

"Every night, I watch every child sleep. If any of them are naughty and don't like to sleep, I will give them a black eye."

"Eh" the little girl hid beside her mother in fear, grabbing her mother's hand.

"I'm not a five-year-old. If you said this last year, I might have believed it, but I'm already six years old!!"

Mu En flipped his hand, and a silver flower appeared.

"For you," he said.

The little girl's mother was a little worried. Perhaps in her opinion, she had met a strange person.

Then she turned her attention to the old man who was traveling with the young man.

His beard reached his waist and he had a gentle smile on his face.

'What a friendly old gentleman,' she thought.

The little girl looked at Mu En with great interest, or to be more precise, at the flower.

After thinking for a while, she reached out and took the flower.

"Come here." Mu En waved.

"I am really Mr. Moon." He raised the corner of his mouth: "I will cast a magic spell for you. In this way, you will no longer have that strange dream, but a beautiful dream that you like."

"Really?" the little girl asked expectantly.

Mu En opened his palms, and flashes of silver light appeared from his palms and floated in the air.

The little girl moved closer out of curiosity, and Mu En reached out his hand and gently touched her forehead with his thumb.

A moonlight emblem appeared and then quickly disappeared.

"Okay." Moon stood up, smiled gently at the woman, and then left with Dumbledore.

The two figures were walking slowly, as if they were taking a stroll.

"He seems to have come for you," said Dumbledore.

"I don't know." Mu En shook his head: "Maybe my presence made him feel dissatisfied?"

"Why?" Dumbledore was a little confused. He rarely showed this expression.

Mu En thought for a moment and did not answer.

Instead, he asked another question.

"You know the single-line time world, right?" Mu En said.

Dumbledore was silent for a long time and did not give an answer.

Mu En smiled and said, "I still remember that was in 1991, when I first went to Nurmengard.

Grindelwald told me that he hasn't made a prophecy for a long, long time. There is no need for that, as it will only make him realize deeper despair!

At that time, I wanted to ask him why, but he didn't answer. "

Silence, long silence.

Until the wind from the Thames blew it away.

"He fought it. He witnessed his own defeat from the prophecy. He used the Time Turner to fight me."

"And then?" Mu En asked curiously.

"And then... and then, for a short period of time, there were two Elder Wands in the world at the same time." Dumbledore said casually.

"Haha, I didn't expect that he had two lives back then, but still lost."

Dumbledore also laughed and kept shaking his head.

"Alas," Mu En sighed.

“Then it was Halloween of first grade,” he said.

“We were in the basement, and you were telling me that I hadn’t realized the despair of the world.

You asked me to believe you when you said that no one could disregard the prophecy, and that's why Gellert and Riddle believed in it so much."

Dumbledore took a deep breath, then nodded.

"It was you who gave the spell to Lily, wasn't it?" Moon En asked again.

It was at this moment that time almost stopped, the wind on the surface of the Thames dared not blow anymore, and the surroundings seemed to have been paused.

It wasn't until two breaths later that everything returned to normal.

"Lily is from an ordinary family. I have read all the books in the restricted section of Hogwarts, but I have not found the 'love magic' that Lily cast on Harry.

It can only be you who gave it to her, right?"

Dumbledore nodded silently.

"I tried my best to protect them, but I knew in my heart that the prophecy could not be changed. Because there is only one line in this world."

As he spoke, he couldn't help but walk to the river, leaning against the ancient stone fence, with his hands folded.

"If you hadn't given Lily that spell, would everything have been different?"

“There will be other scripts as well.”

"What kind of script?" Mu En asked.

"I don't know." Dumbledore shook his head. "One can't imagine what one has never seen, can one?

I can’t see Mu En, and I don’t know how the story will go on outside the script.”

The centenarian old man looked up at the sky with a bitter expression. He exhaled a puff of white mist that lingered in the air for a long time.

"Desperate, Mu En is really desperate."

Mu En also stopped and looked at the moon that was already looming in the dark blue sky.

A motorcycle rushed down from the side of the moon. It did not cause any commotion but stopped steadily on the side of the road.

Harry and Hermione came down, smiling as if they had just been on a trip.

"Uncle Moon, Professor Dumbledore!" Harry greeted.

"Maybe it's time for you to cross the finish line." Mu En said with a smile.

"Don't worry, they are still behind." Harry said easily, and then asked: "What are you talking about?"

"We are talking about a story." Mu En smiled and began to tell the story.

“There was a man who had an explosion in his house that killed his wife and children.

This has become an established fact.

But he was unwilling to accept this fact. He was filled with remorse and took out his private time converter.

So he went back to before the explosion.

He returned home and saw a man using a magic wand to unlock his door.

He was furious and shouted: 'You bastard - explode!'

With a whoosh, the house exploded.

He looked at the tragedy he had caused and went back to an earlier time.

He thought that he must return home early this time to protect his family, so that the bad guy who tried to pry the door would be killed as soon as he entered!

So he walked towards the door of his house, but he didn't have the key, his key fell at home.

So he drew his wand and prepared to cast an Unlocking Charm.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from behind him: "You bastard - all explode!"

And just like that, he was blown to death.

The man who had blown him to death stood in front of the ruins in disbelief, pulled out a time converter from his chest, and disappeared on the spot.

Not long after he disappeared, another man came. He looked at the ruins and fell to his knees, crying helplessly. Until midnight, he suddenly remembered that he still had a time converter.

Harry nodded and thought, "You can't change the past, can you?"

"That's right." Mu En smiled and didn't say much.

"So what's the meaning of this story?" Harry asked curiously again.

"Do you think that for the second and third men, the time before the explosion occurred was the [past] or the [future]?"

"It's my past and it's my future now!" Hermione's mind worked quickly.

"Yes." Mu En nodded and then asked back.

"Has the future changed?"

"No." Hermione shook her head.

"Yes, the future is also a [fait accompli]." Dumbledore sighed: "What a desperate story, isn't it?"

"Then why are there such things as time-turners?" Harry asked.

"That's why the Ministry of Magic wants people to use the time-turner reasonably." Moon smiled back: "You know when people can't wait to use the time-turner?"

"When you want to change the unacceptable past!" Hermione said quickly.

"So," Mu En nodded, "Be careful, be careful of the past that you want to change and are unwilling to accept, because it is actually created by your future self."

"I definitely won't." Harry said quickly, "If I were the man in the story, I would definitely regret it to death."

"Ha ha ha ha--"

Mu En was almost laughing out loud, his voice contained so much that the people around him couldn't help but fall silent.

Dumbledore and Harry looked at him in surprise, not understanding why.

"Don't be so nervous." Mu En smiled and said, "If you really go back to the past, my suggestion is to stay as far away from the place where the incident happened as possible.

If it was really because of my return that the so-called bad consequences were caused, I would really regret it for the rest of my life."

"How far is far?"

"At least it's as far as England is from France." Moon En finally shook his head.

"Okay, it's time for you to cross the finish line. Everyone is waiting for you."

"Okay." Harry nodded and got on the motorcycle with Hermione, and they waved at them.

"Uncle Moon, Professor Dumbledore, see you later in Diagon Alley."

"See you later in Diagon Alley." Mu En waved his hand.

When the children disappeared from his sight, Mu En withdrew his gaze.

Dumbledore looked at Moon, his pupils trembling.

He had seen something.

"Mu En. You."

"No need to say more." Mu En interrupted him, sighed again, and said jokingly: "Actually, I wanted to escape, but Lucifer didn't want to. After all, you know his child is about to be born, right?"

Dumbledore fell silent. He knew that the man in front of him had never thought of retreating.

"But you already know the ending."

"Of course I know, that's a good ending." Mu En smiled.

Once again, there was a long silence.

After a moment, Mu En spoke again.

"You know what? There is actually a chance."

"where?"

"I."

Dumbledore looked at Moon with his blue eyes, and then asked, "Why?"

"variable."

He looked up at the sky, and saw the person who spoke to him in the dreams of countless people; on that ancient Greek island.

"Because I am the only variable in this universe, he remembers me, knows me, wants to destroy me or needs me."

"Variable." Dumbledore chewed the word slowly.

Mu En said slowly: "It's like a drop of ink dropped into the ocean. Although it is very small, its pigment and water volume completely change the composition of the ocean.

From a microscopic and logical point of view, the ocean has changed forever because of this drop of ink."

"Then we should have been on the path of change a long time ago!" Dumbledore said bluntly.

"Yes, the change has already begun. The butterfly effect has already begun. However, the change has not yet spread to this world. The essence of this world has not changed. It is still a world with a single timeline."

"How to change?"

"I don't know." Mu En shook his head: "But I know what I should do now."

Dumbledore didn't understand and shook his head, "What?"

"Tell those monsters to die honestly." Mu En smiled.

In his hand, a huge crow-headed wand appeared.

At the same time, his robe gradually became more complex, with light blue and light green colors.

Dumbledore looked at Moon, then fixed his eyes on his face.

"Mu En!" he couldn't help but shout.

The next moment, a cat's head turned and looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Mu En asked.

"No." Dumbledore shook his head. "No, I am not old and my eyes are not blurry yet. I am sure that you have turned into a human face just now. It is not a disguised spell, but a real human face!!"

Mu En touched his face and ended up touching a hand full of hair.

"no."

"I only have a moment," Dumbledore said firmly.

Mu En smiled indifferently: "Don't worry about it, just do your work."

There was already a crowd of people watching around.

But he doesn't care.

Dumbledore didn't care either.

"Get some work done," he said. "It's time to get your old bones moving. If you can't move, ask Grindelwald for help."

"I" Dumbledore sighed helplessly, then Apparated away.

There was a burst of exclamations all around, everyone was shocked, and some even screamed.

Mu En slowly floated up with a serious look on his face.

"Who are you?" someone asked in panic.

"Me?" Mu En thought for a moment and looked at the bustling London.

In fact, ink and the sea are just a metaphor.

"I am a planeswalker who travels through countless worlds. I am an ordinary person who enjoys killing gods. Some people call me Hercules, some respect me as the Almighty Lord, and some call me Jehovah—"

As he chanted, the crescent moon gradually became fuller and brighter, and the night became darker.

The wind came, and it brought the waves of the Thames, and together they played a magnificent symphony for him.

"Of course, my favorite is still the title they gave me - King of the Seven Seas."

"The ink is just my modesty."

"I am——the giant wave that sweeps across the world!!"

The thunder struck, and people suddenly covered their faces with their hands.

The crowd waited until the thunder died down and then let go of their hands that were blocking their view.

The man has disappeared.

Only above the sky, a full moon rises.

Shine upon the world.