Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle.

After Scrimgeour came to power, the Cat Party expanded secretly and rapidly. Tonight is the political rally of the Cat Party.

But it can also be said to be a gathering of most of the Ministry of Magic.

The lights in the manor hall were dazzling, and no matter what the people were wearing, they were almost all wearing robes, expressing the secrecy of this gathering.

This manor is extremely secluded, not connected to the Floo network, and has an anti-Apparition spell. No one knows about it except the cat party - at least that's the theory.

House-elves were carrying silver trays, moving among the crowd, refilling drinks for the wizards.

Tap———

On the left side of the hall, there was a staircase against the wall. Scrimgeour walked down slowly, attracting everyone's attention.

He was tired, his hair was slicked back in a messy pattern, and he had bags under his eyes.

"Ladies and gentlemen." He raised his glass and walked down the hall until he finally reached the front.

"This is the first time that we have such a serious meeting within the party," he said.

"Mr. Scrimgeour." A young man raised his hand. "What on earth is the Dark Lord -"

"Dark Lord?!"

As if it was a chain reaction, a roar exploded for no reason, the crowd dispersed, and accompanied by a crisp sound, a hunched over, wrinkled face, and pug-like man walked out.

His magic eyes spun around irregularly, examining everyone.

"Dark Lord - who taught you this title?!" Mad-Eye Moody stared at the young man who spoke.

He pressed forward, and Scrimgeour did not say anything to stop him.

"me."

Moody is a man who has truly fought with Death Eaters countless times. Although he does not hold an important position now, he is more like a special case in the Auror Office. Relying on his achievements and strength, he has a power and status no less than that of the Director of the Auror Office.

The strong scent of black magic and blood emanating from his eyes made the young man tremble.

"Everyone says so!"

"Everyone? Which everyone?" His magic eyes began to scan the surroundings again. No one around dared to look at him and they all turned their eyes away.

"Listen, read it to me again - Lord Voldemort -"

"LL"

The next moment, Moody pulled out his wand.

As if provoked, the young man yelled out loudly.

"Lord Voldemort!!"

The next moment, the temperature in the entire hall dropped suddenly, and many people began to shiver.

"Coward." Moody looked at him and whispered indignantly. He did not stop, he looked at the others.

"A swinger."

The next moment, his gaze turned to another person.

"Fawning on the powerful, currying favor, forgetting principles when seeing profit, and shirking responsibility"

One after another, they lowered their heads at Moody's words, or pretended not to hear anything.

boom--

Finally, he slammed his cane on the ground.

"Don't let me hear the word Dark Lord again."

After saying that, he finally turned his gaze to Scrimgeour and spread out one hand: "Please!"

Scrimgeour nodded and opened his hands.

"Everyone, let me first answer a fact that you all want to know and have even seen with your own eyes over London, but you are unwilling to admit it no matter what."

Everyone listened attentively, even lowering their breathing, just to wait for his next words.

"Voldemort—is back!"

There was an uproar in the hall, and an inexplicable panic began to spread.

"We gather here today because..."

Before Scrimgeour finished his words, the crystal chandelier on the ceiling of the hall suddenly went out, and darkness poured into the crowd like sticky asphalt. At the moment when the screams exploded, several green lights burst out from the corner and pierced Scrimgeour's back -

"Armor!" Moody's roar tore through the air, and the Shield Spell barely deflected the Killing Curse. The green light refracted onto the ceiling, shattering a piece of the relief.

The next moment, a green snake face appeared in the darkness, with black magic attached to it. It made a heart-shaking sharp cry, making people tremble all over.

"Traitor!" Moody roared and pointed his wand into the darkness. His magic eyes spun wildly, and he saw three robed wizards with hideous smiles - their sleeves were rolled up, and the Dark Mark on their left arms was glaring scarlet.

They scattered instantly, each grabbing their targets and raising their wands to their throats.

Among them is Amelia Susan Bones, director of the Department of Law Enforcement.

Before this, because both Moon and Scrimgeour advocated the separation of politics and law, she had never shown herself as a member of the Cat Party. This was the first time she stood here as a member of the Cat Party, but she was taken hostage.

"We are here only to pass on a message. If the respected Mr. Moody doesn't want us to leave, then we will all die here together."

The Death Eater who spoke showed a humble smile, his voice was smooth and disgusting, and his eyebrows were full of teasing: "Put down the wand, or watch her die."

"Traitor. You let us—"

"The Dark Lord asked us to bring you a message!" the man interrupted Scrimgeour directly.

The whole hall fell into a stalemate. The Death Eater was very satisfied with the result and said in a slick tone: "You can't afford the price of stubborn resistance!"

Scrimgeour's knuckles were white from clenching their fists, and the Aurors' wands hung in the air like a pack of frozen hounds.

In the silence, a light laugh suddenly sounded.

"cost?"

The voice was soft but clear and powerful, and the [Viking War Cry] from his throat cleverly and accurately suppressed the panic spreading throughout the hall, calming the entire situation.

The black shadow passed through the dome, so fast that it seemed to tear through time. The next moment, blood lines appeared on the wrists of the three Death Eaters.

click -

In an instant, the hands of the three people holding sticks fell straight to the ground, and blood splattered.

The door was pushed open, and a black cat in a robe walked in gracefully, his boots making crisp clicking sounds.

The candlelight was rekindled, and under the flickering flame, his pupils reflected an eerie green and red.

Harry raised his hand, and his hand turned into a claw. Sharp nails popped out and scratched across the round table in the middle of the hall, making a sharp sound as his figure passed by.

"I'm here to teach you what the true price is." The young man stroked the pendant of the gilded pocket watch on his cuff, his voice like a snake licking across ice.

"Like... lubricating the gears of the new world with the blood of betrayers."

After he finished speaking, the three Death Eaters were hung alive in the air like puppets, with their skin and flesh tied by invisible strings.

The boy strolled leisurely, tapping his chin with his nails, examining the three hung Death Eaters, then looking at Scrimgeour.

"I'm really curious, are they three traitors, or three old Death Eaters who drank Polyjuice Potion? Or, are they both?"

No one answered him, not even the three Death Eaters. They were deprived of the right to speak by Harry's spell.

"Voldemort told you that pure-bloods hold the crown?" Harry looked at the other people in the hall again. He had just seen some people who kept backing away when the Death Eaters appeared. They never thought about helping to resolve the predicament, but instead thought about getting away.

He raised his hand, and a drop of blood was taken from each of the three Death Eaters' severed limbs, floating in front of his eyes and falling on his fingertips.

He raised his hand, and biological alchemy began to deconstruct and analyze.

"Two Polyjuice Potions, one betrayer."

He turned his wrist, and the Golden Snake Staff appeared, killing the two polyjuice potion users. He then led the traitor to his front.

"Hello, please introduce me." He looked at Scrimgeour.

"William Reeves, the bastard from the Ministry of Education!" Moody's mouth was much faster, he wished he could tear this man alive.

Harry raised his eyebrows and asked in confusion: "Bastard?"

"He's a half-blood," Scrimgeour explained.

"That's not bad of you to scold me like that. Do you work for Voldemort and want to cleanse your bloodline by slaughtering your compatriots?"

After that, he touched the traitor's forehead with his wand.

"The Divine Edge is Shadowless!"

There was no overly bloody scene as the spell was precisely controlled. A line of blood appeared on the traitor's throat, but in just three or two breaths, the man was completely dead.

"House-elf, clean up the mess." Harry walked towards Scrimgeour without even turning his head.

In other words, he was heading towards the center position, which represented attention and power.

Seeing this, Scrimgeour wanted to speak, but before he could say anything, a hand was pushed out, indicating that he didn't need to say anything more.

"You can quit," Harry said.

"Mr. Scrimgeour, I know you will not submit to Voldemort, but the coming era will not require pure politicians. Both Voldemort, you and I should be aware of this fact."

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

"what are you up to?"

"Please wait and see." Harry stood in Scrimgeour's position and turned around. His shadow was elongated by the candlelight, covering Scrimgeour's body that retreated into the shadows, like a dagger inserted into the core of power.

By this time, the house-elves had already cleared away the garbage.

Everyone's eyes were focused on his face.

"I don't think I need to introduce myself. Some of you have seen me at the Battle of London, and some of you have seen me on the wanted list."

"You can call me Chief Officer. Today, I am here to attend the party meeting on behalf of my captain, Moon Jones."

After saying that, he showed the ring in his hand.

The people below were looking at Harry, or to be more precise, they were sizing up his appearance, and then they all fell silent.

Yes, it is obvious that this guy who looks like Mu En is the successor of Mu En!

"Voldemort likes killing." Harry didn't care what the people below were thinking and went straight to the point.

"He needs his subordinates to call him the Dark Lord."

His voice echoed in the hall and no one dared to interrupt.

"Muggles are lowly, Mudbloods are second; Half-bloods are just inferiors, and only pure-bloods have citizenship: if your ancestors were wealthy, you will be granted a noble status. Of course, these are all false, and he, Voldemort, wants to be in heaven."

He narrated the fact calmly, as if he was chatting.

"You see, I really don't understand why those purebloods would succumb to Voldemort."

He waved his hand: "Those two Death Eaters were pure bloods, but obviously, in Voldemort's eyes, they were not that important."

Harry raised his hand, and a blue mist flowed out from his palm, beginning to evolve in the air in front of everyone's eyes.

A wizard was walking in the corridor of the campus, and soon, another wizard appeared towards him, with the Dark Mark on his wrist vividly.

The first wizard stopped and respectfully bowed ninety degrees to the second wizard.

"This is your child." Harry said calmly.

The mist circulates and changes again.

This time, a patient in St. Mungo's ward, who was cursed and festering all over his body, was pushed into the corridor. Facing him was another patient who was admitted to the ward because he had a broken forehead and needed to lie down to rest.

“This is your future self.”

The mist circulated again, and the Law Enforcement Department dismissed a case of a pure-blood attacking a Muggle.

Purebloods are the ones with vested interests—it seems?

The next moment, the arrogant pure-blood came to Voldemort's palace, knelt on the ground, and kissed Voldemort's toes gently.

But a moment later, he was killed by Voldemort because of his inappropriate choice of words.

Finally, the mist dissipated in the air.

"Gentlemen, do you want to see such a world?" Harry looked down and couldn't help but sigh.

Timid, trembling, afraid!

He slammed his wand on the ground, and an invisible wave spread out, shattering all the glass in the hall.

At the same time, the battle cry is released.

"Open your eyes and look at me!"

"Do you want to see such a world take root in the land of Britain?!"

"Do you want your loved ones and parents to live on this land?"

"Do you want your children to go to Hogwarts and bow respectfully at a 90-degree angle every time they see the descendants of Death Eaters?!"

"Why are you still retreating in cowardice and deceiving yourself? At this point, are you still dreaming of surrendering and compromising?"

"Or are you still counting on Dumbledore and Harry Potter? The former is over a hundred years old, and the latter is still a minor. Do you want to count on them for your own future?!"

"I will not force anyone to tell me - I will resist Voldemort and fight the Death Eaters!"

"But Moon Jones once told me that the hottest layer of hell is always reserved for those who remain neutral in times of major crisis!"

He raised his hand and moved forward——

A gust of wind appeared and pushed the door open.

"Make your choice, gentlemen! Take off the rings and you can leave here. I don't ask everyone to have the courage to shed blood and sacrifice. You can take your family and leave England, leaving the flames of war and smoke!"

Silence, a silence thicker than the night, enveloped the entire hall.

Suddenly, someone moved.

Behind Harry.

Scrimgeour walked towards the door in silence.

No one said anything, but everyone's eyes were fixed on him.

Another figure moved.

Remus Lupin.

He walked towards the door with his feet tilted and stubbornness.

He knew who was standing on the stage. His handsome appearance did not look like James at all to him.

On the contrary, it is very Mu En!

His steps were slow, but he was a little closer to the gate. A moment later, the two of them arrived in front of the door.

The next moment, the two men each raised a hand and slammed the door shut.

boom--

They turned, their eyes sharp, their hands dropped, and stood opposite Harry.

"The Leader!" said Scrimgeour.

"We are willing to obey you for you - in order not to go into that future!" Lupin said helplessly but also with relief.

He was willing to fight for Harry, and resisting the Death Eaters was exactly what he expected!

Seeing this, Harry felt relieved.

Successful.

Although it is certain that not everyone is convinced, it can even be said that after tonight, a group of people will inevitably escape.

But his foundation has been laid!

"From today on, the Cat Party officially stands on the opposite side of Voldemort!"

"All important positions in the Ministry of Magic must be replaced by members of the Cat Party within a week. In the coming attack of Voldemort and the Death Eaters, only a resolute and tenacious Ministry of Magic can resist it!"

"Whether it's the Wizengamot or Merlin's Order, or even within the Ministry of Magic - as long as there are those bastards who are still indulging in bureaucratic power and bloodline superiority, we will make them shut up!"

"This war doesn't need these eyesores!"