Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

"Can someone explain to me what happened?" Snape said coldly.

Ever since Potter entered Slytherin, everything seemed to be in trouble.

Last year, he received more than a dozen complaint letters, which were directly intercepted by him. This year, roaring letters came directly, and a so-called questionnaire was circulated in the school.

Slytherin as a whole seems to be restless.

How could such a small castle cause so much trouble?

"It seems that there has been a minor disturbance in Slytherin." Dumbledore arrived slowly.

"Small?!"

With a bang, Snape slapped his hands on the table: "Dumbledore, have you ever thought that those pure-blood families were so cruel to Harry Potter, and now, they finally have an excuse to reach out to Harry Potter?" It’s coming to school!”

As he spoke, the corner of his eye flickered, as if he glanced at Mu En, and then added: "As the dean, I absolutely cannot accept someone from outside the school reaching out to the school!"

Mu En calmly took a sip of hot tea.

Severus, you don’t have to make amends, I didn’t feel right last year...

After drinking the hot tea, he stood up and looked at Dumbledore.

"You can handle it."

"Maybe." Dumbledore blinked.

Before, Mu En thought that he had become much more straightforward, but it seemed that he was still the same, and his words just now were a bit domineering.

"Try your best." Mu En nodded.

Now it was Dumbledore's turn to be surprised. He stirred the spoon and said, "I thought you would be very dissatisfied with this ambiguous way of handling it."

Mu En shook his head: "I know what you mean. Humans are social animals, and there is no benefit in living high in the sky."

"Thank you for your understanding." Dumbledore nodded slightly.

Mu En thinks the translation of this sentence should be: You can understand, I am very happy...

Not sure if he felt wrong.

Dumbledore seems to be trying to help himself understand something, related to his curse and this deformed world...

Thinking about it, his eyes involuntarily fell on the gilded perch next to him.

Could it be that Lucifer has a big mouth?

"That's it, I'm going back to draw." Mu En nodded and left the office first.

At this time, only Snape and Dumbledore were left in the office.

Snape had no intention of asking about Moon's origins. He had done this before during the holidays, but Dumbledore was always vague.

Simply, he stopped asking and chose to trust her.

"I thought you only cared about his life and death..."

"Some people in those aristocratic families just want him dead." Snape said calmly.

Dumbledore looked at Snape with a half-smile.

How could those families dare to kill Harry Potter? The eyes of the entire wizarding world were focused on him, and everyone knew his name.

His death was not allowed by the people.

"I heard that his grade in Potions class last year was O." Dumbledore said.

The expression on Snape's face suddenly looked like he had eaten a fly, and he gritted his teeth and said: "If you really can't find anything to do, you can take care of the pure-blood families who are about to reach out."

After that, he stood up, lifted up his black robe, turned and left.

Looking at the empty office, he raised his teacup slightly, made a gesture of clinking glasses, and said softly:

"It's nice to see the change in you, Severus..."

It was hard for him to say these words directly, otherwise he would have to be careful with every candy he ate in the future.

However, he was sincerely happy about it.

"Albus, I'm wondering if the recent events in the school are related to these families. After all, they need an excuse to insert their hands into Hogwarts and so on.

Especially after what happened last year, some people in certain families may be waiting and looking forward to the return of the mysterious person. "

Dumbledore nodded slightly: "Don't worry, didn't we already expect this?"

Time passed quickly, and the Christmas holiday was coming. Three days later, more than 120 questionnaires were officially collected, tearing away the last fig leaf for the Slytherins.

"You can laugh if you want." Someone was not happy.

Harry took back the naked list: "Don't be stupid, because of the recent conflict with Slytherin, there is a lot of malice in it and it is not objective."

As he said that, he apologized slightly: "I didn't expect that my identity as a Parselmouth would attract so much ill will. I'm sorry."

"It's useless to talk so much." The man waved his hand: "We knew from the beginning that we would encounter some malicious comments, but we thought there wouldn't be so many, otherwise we wouldn't bet with you."

"If you lose, you lose. There is nothing to say. There are bad comments that are not objective, but there are also objective ones. There is no need to prove anything anymore, just shut up and end this matter."

Facing the entire low-pressure lounge, Harry finally won the bet. From then on, Slytherin's lounge passwords were no longer related to purebloods.

As for the others, everyone has their own thoughts. Everyone knows that some of the comments are extreme and biased... But...

Slytherins will not feel angry when faced with slander, they will only sneer sadly.

If they feel angry, it's because they know it's not a slur...

Some of the comments here are objective, and they are the naked facts revealed after lifting the fig leaf. They cannot laugh it off...

Draco was lying on the bed in the dormitory, feeling very complicated. All kinds of thoughts filled his head. After a moment, he stood up and put on his robe again.

"Draco, where are you going?" Crablane asked.

"Go to the library." Draco responded dryly: "I can just go by myself."

"All right."

Since this semester, Draco has been going to the library much longer than the two of them. They don't know what kind of stimulation Draco has received, and he has worked hard.

After getting dressed, Draco walked out of the lounge alone and walked all the way to the third floor. At this time, the place was quiet and dark. Because of the incident in the secret room, many students took the initiative to return to the lounge after dinner and did not dare to mess around outside. shake.

Snapped--

A small voice sounded in the corridor. He looked sideways, doubtful, and saw a black shadow appearing on the ground.

"Um?"

He concentrated for a moment, took out his wand and walked over, picked up the thing and took a look.

It was a notebook that looked very old. The pages were yellow and blank, and it looked dirty and old.

There is a line on the title page, "I can help you get what you want!"

That word seems to have some kind of magic power, touching people's heartstrings. Draco hesitated, staring intently at the line of words.

Then…

"Unqualified guy, littering!"

He clicked his tongue twice, then turned around and threw the book on the ground, patted the dust on his hands, and walked upstairs.

You don't think that Malfoy can use it to pick up trash.

On the stairs, two people came face to face. Draco raised his head slightly and recognized that these were two idiots from Hufflepuff.

When they saw Draco, the two of them immediately fell silent. When they missed it, they continued to talk quietly.

"You see, this is a Slytherin."

"Parseltongue is a gift that only Slytherins have."

"Maybe he keeps snakes in his dormitory. To be honest, I'm really worried. My parents are Muggles... I hope Christmas will come soon. I'm scared every day..."

"Don't be stupid." Draco's voice was calm and contemptuous, echoing in the corridor.

The two turned around and saw Draco turning back, looking down at them with lowered eyebrows.

"You don't need to worry about being attacked at all.

No one in Slytherin will take you in the eyes of a brainless guy like you who only follows public opinion and suspects others. "

After that, he turned around and continued walking upstairs.

"If someone is really going to be attacked, it will definitely be someone with a good reputation in the school, not just passers-by like you who just gossip behind your back."

The two Hufflepuff children's faces turned red, but they could not refute. When they found their words, they found that the person had already disappeared from their sight.