Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

A week ago, two hours after the Knockturn Alley bombing.

At this time, only an extremely complete curved crater was left at the scene of the incident. People from the Ministry of Magic stood together in twos and threes, looking embarrassed.

The surrounding area has been warded by the Aurors from the Ministry of Magic, and there are not many people who want to take advantage of it.

Of course, there are not no people, such as some reporters, who really want to get first-hand information and grab the headlines of the Daily Prophet the next day.

In the center of the place where the incident occurred, there was a whirlpool in the air, and the next moment, two figures appeared.

One of them was wearing a purple robe, with dark skin and a serious face. His name is Kingsley Shacklebolt, and he is an Auror from the Ministry of Magic.

The other man was tall and thin, with a wrinkled face. His silver hair and beard were long enough to be tucked into his belt, and he was dressed in gray robes. Behind the half-moon-shaped glasses, a pair of bright blue eyes sparkled.

"Dumbledore, I'm sorry to disturb you, but my regression spell cannot restore the situation when it happened." Kingsley said.

"Now we only know that an adult brought a child to Knockturn Alley, and then a group of people tried to rob them. During the battle, someone used the killing curse, and the person who was attacked suddenly turned into a cat-headed person... You found out What?"

Kingsley spoke for a long time, then looked up and noticed Dumbledore's eyes focused in mid-air.

"Hush!" Dumbledore said softly: "Kingsley, please be patient. The more eager you are, the easier it is to miss the truth. Look there, that is the center point of the entire arc."

As he spoke, Dumbledore took out the wand with many round nodules in the middle and pointed it slightly in the air.

A white light ball appeared in the air, and then the light ball gradually emitted circular waves and expanded outward, until it finally fit perfectly with the entire arc-shaped ground.

A "ball" with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared in this space.

Kingsley's pupils flickered uneasily, and he swallowed involuntarily: "There is nothing left in the area covered by this ball... Oh my God, what kind of spell is this?!"

Dumbledore shook his head: "Sorry, I don't know either."

After speaking, he flicked his fingertips, put the tip of the wand in front of his mouth, and blew gently.

"Trace flashes——"

A large amount of golden mist spurted out from the tip of Dumbledore's staff. Soon, the golden mist enveloped the entire space.

Subsequently, the chaotic golden mist began to gradually form various postures, and finally restored the entire Knockturn Alley scene.

This is the retrospective spell, and the mist emitted can form scenes that happened in the past.

It's a pity that because of the fluctuations in magic power here, even Kingsley, the leader among Aurors, cannot restore the past.

Fortunately he found Dumbledore.

As the mist moved, two figures, one large and one small, appeared from the entrance of the alley. Although he couldn't see their faces clearly, Kingsley recognized them as the ones who caused the accident.

Soon, seven figures appeared again in the golden mist. They surrounded one large and one small, as if they were robbing them.

Then, Golden Mist evolved into the first attack of the robber. Under Kingsley's shocked gaze, the man who was attacked knocked the curse away with a slap.

A slap to knock away the curse? ! !

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows slightly, also a little surprised. This way of fighting the curse is... a bit too unique.

Then the man seemed to be saying something to the child, and at the same time he snapped his fingers to resist the many spells that came...

The retrospection spell continued to retell what happened at that time, and Kingsley became more and more frightened as he watched.

After being slapped, snapping fingers, and being knocked down by a curse, the child's magic rioted and finally turned into an image with a cat's head and a human body...

As the Golden Mist performed, Dumbledore and Kingsley soon saw the man pull out a "huge" wand and tap it in the air.

Then, all the golden mist that made up the current scene began to collapse, and finally suddenly collapsed, creating a layer of golden ripples that shone incomparably under the sun.

The curse is over!

"Dumbledore, what on earth is that?" Kingsley muttered in confusion and numbness.

Dumbledore shook his head solemnly: "I don't know, it looks like it may be ancient magic. That kind of huge wand is not used by modern wizards."

"Those people in Knockturn Alley said he resisted the Killing Curse. That wasn't the Killing Curse, was it?" Kingsley was a little absent-minded, asking for confirmation from Dumbledore.

The golden mist of the Retrospective Curse could restore the scene, but it could not reproduce the sounds and colors, so he could not be sure that it was the Killing Curse.

He couldn't be sure...

Dumbledore looked at Kingsley and patted him on the shoulder: "Kingsley, don't deceive yourself. You and I both know that the path of that man's wand is the killing curse."

Dumbledore's words broke Kingsley's last stubbornness. His brows knitted together and he kept mumbling indistinctly to himself.

Dumbledore looked directly at Kingsley: "More than one person can resist the Killing Curse, can't they? This has happened before.

And maybe that person is a cat. Cats have nine lives, right. "

In order to stabilize his old friend's condition, Dumbledore also made a little joke and smiled.

Kingsley also realized at this time that he had lost his composure. He shook his head, and at this moment, an Auror came over from behind.

"Captain Shacklebolt, there's new news from the ministry."

Kingsley took a deep breath to calm down, then looked at the visitor: "Say it!"

"This man is the same man who flew over London twelve days ago. At that time, he injured several people from the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters and took away their wands before disappearing."

Kingsley nodded solemnly, then looked at Dumbledore and whispered: "How should we deal with this matter?"

Although Kingsley, as an Auror, serves the Ministry of Magic, as a former member of the Order of the Phoenix, he is more willing to get advice from Dumbledore at this moment.

"That's your business." Dumbledore's eyes flickered, but he did not give the answer Kingsley wanted.

Kingsley sighed. If Dumbledore was unwilling to get involved, he already had a rough prediction of where things would go next.

Major issues to minor ones out.

After all, the current Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, is the first Minister of Magic after You-Know-Who. As long as he maintains the ecology of the wizarding world and implements business and people-friendly policies, he can go down in history.

He was certainly unwilling to conduct too many investigations into this mysterious and powerful suspect, let alone let the public know.

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Mu En also didn't expect that he actually ate a whole mutton chop during this meal. To be honest, this was a bit too exaggerated for a human. But when I thought about him having slept for a week, it felt reasonable.

As for Harry, he ate the meal with some anxiety. Uncle Moon always looked at him from time to time, as if something was brewing in his heart, which made him a little scared.

Today, Mu En did not act too delicate. She just combed her mane casually, put on an ordinary shirt and a wide-collared robe.

Harry had seen a crescent moon and skull symbol on the back of this robe before, and he thought it might be related to the pirate past that Mr. Lucifer had said.

But what still puzzles Harry is...are there still pirates these days?

In short, the meal ended with him having all kinds of random thoughts.

Harry was just about to put away the plates when Moon waved his hand and all the plates automatically floated and fell into the kitchen sink.

"Harry, sit down." Moon waved.

Harry took a deep breath and sat down nervously.

"Because of your outstanding performance at work during this period, I have some ideas and I wonder if you are willing."

Harry grabbed his trouser legs under the table and looked directly at Moon: "Uncle Moon, tell me, I'm definitely willing."

As long as he wasn't allowed to go back to the Dursleys, he was willing.

Although they were all working, they were scolded when they worked at the Dursleys' house, and Dudley played with them when they didn't work, and they didn't even have enough to eat.

It's different in Moonlight Castle. Every day I work, chat with Mr. Lucifer, and play with shooting stars. Not to mention how interesting it is.

By the way, he named the broomstick Meteor. Their relationship warmed up quickly during this time, and Harry had become a very good friend with it.

"That's good, but what I want to tell you is that it will be very dangerous to participate in magic research." Mu En smiled.

"Magic... magic research." Harry didn't react for a moment, but then he looked embarrassed: "But I... don't know anything."

Mu En gently twirled the cat's beard and didn't mind: "Don't be stupid, kid, there must be induction training."

"Induction training?"

Mu En nodded: "Yes, just learn some magic."

Harry stood up immediately, his face flushed, and he said loudly: "Yes, I...I...of course I am willing!!"

The children stuttered.

But it's no wonder that Harry wasn't excited. The powerlessness he felt when he was in Knockturn Alley a week ago prevented him from even having a good sleep this week.

If Mr. Lucifer hadn't asked him to make a cup of energy potion for himself every day, I'm afraid he wouldn't have been able to bear it long ago.