Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Mu En turned the page back to the table of contents, looked at a section in the history of modern magic, and was silent for a moment.

"Sit down. I don't know much about you, but maybe the book will give us the answer."

Harry noticed the "Modern History of Magic" on the cover of the book, which made him feel a little strange, but he didn't say anything more and sat down as he was told.

Then, Mu En turned the book to that page and started to tell while reading.

Under Mu En's gentle and slow words, a picture from more than ten years ago gradually unfolded in Harry's eyes. Then, the picture became more and more biting, making him feel cold all over.

An hour later, Moon closed the book, took a deep breath, and turned to look at Harry.

Harry's eyes were a little red, just like what Mu En said, he was trying to hide his emotions, but the intertwined fingers that kept twisting showed that he was not as calm as he appeared.

After a long while, Harry said: "I..."

His throat was so hoarse that he almost choked. After coughing twice, he smiled bitterly and said, "Aunt Petunia and the others have always told me...my parents died in a car accident."

"If you want to vent your emotions, please do so." Mu En waved his hand and put the book on the table.

Harry shook his head: "Actually... I don't know what to say. I'm not as sad as I thought. Uncle Moon, am I... too indifferent."

"Of course it's not your problem." Mu En shook his head: "After all, you have never met them. We only understand a corner of their past from the cold words of history books.

Their preferences, their personalities, and we don’t even know what they look like... Maybe in the future, these things will enter your mind bit by bit. It cuts you like a dull knife..."

Harry was silent for a while and then said, "I think... I want to know more about them."

"Of course, that's as it should be." Moon nodded and pushed the book in front of Harry.

He didn't know Harry's parents, so he could only give Harry the history book, which couldn't help him much.

Perhaps in the future, when Harry goes to Hogwarts, he can learn more about the life trajectories of James and Lily.

Harry carefully turned the pages of the book, and Moon stood up and entered the kitchen...

At night, Harry said goodbye to Uncle Moon on the sofa and closed the door. It started to rain lightly in London again. He waited for a red car that darkened in the night to pass by before he passed by.

He was a little confused that night. There were always different sounds, faces, and smiles of his parents in his mind, which were written down by him, and then erased by denial.

What are they like, how do they talk, how do they laugh?

If they hadn't died, would everything be different?

All kinds of messy thoughts were constantly intertwined in his mind, like a knotted thread, leaving him not sure how to deal with it.

When he opened the door, he still saw the house that looked warm but was actually cold.

What would it look like if mom and dad were in the house at this time?

Click——

The door was pushed open again, and Uncle Vernon walked in wearing a brown coat, with an angry look on his face. As soon as he entered the door, he saw Harry standing at the door, pushed him away, and cursed:

"Go back to your house quickly, you are still in confinement time!!"

After scolding him, he took off his water-stained coat and hung it on the coat rack, then walked towards the living room.

Petunia also walked out of the living room and hugged Vernon.

"You knew this early on?"

Suddenly, a voice sounded behind Vernon.

His fat body turned around at the entrance with some difficulty, his eyes narrowed into a straight line, obviously very angry: "What did you say?"

Harry stood up and looked at the two of them calmly: "My parents are wizards. You have known it for a long time. My mother is your sister, isn't she?!"

Penny took two steps back, her mouth tremblingly opened, with a look of horror on her face. Vernon's entire face suddenly turned like a boiling kettle, red and hot, and twitching constantly.

"No -"

His voice was like a volcano about to erupt, and his huge body quickly pressed towards Harry.

Until it was right in front of Harry's face.

"You are not allowed to say that word in this house!!"

Harry looked at Uncle Vernon's face and suddenly found that he wasn't so scared anymore.

On the contrary, he seemed to understand why Uncle Mu En told him not to write his emotions on his face.

Although he had seen Uncle Vernon's angry face countless times, this time, he saw something else in his anger.

"As expected of you!" Harry understood and chose to face Uncle Vernon's anger for the first time.

He said seriously: "Otherwise why would you hate magic so much? It's because you know magic."

"Shut up!" Vernon grabbed Harry's collar, opened the closet door, and tried to shove him in.

Harry struggled, clung to the door frame, and shouted hoarsely: "I just want to know why you lied to me. Is this wrong?"

"Shut up! Shut up!" Uncle Vernon pried Harry's fingers apart one by one and threw him onto the small bed board in the closet.

boom--

The door was slammed shut, white dust from the stairs fell on Harry's head, the small door window was opened again, and Uncle Vernon stared at Harry.

"I don't know how you know this, but from today on, you are not allowed to go anywhere."

He didn't care how Harry knew these things, but from today on, he would nip everything in the cradle.

After saying that, Vernon closed the small window.

Penny kept patting her chest and taking deep breaths. She was frightened. How dare this guy talk like this in this house!

Vernon patted his wife on the shoulder and kept comforting her.

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door.

The two of them were shocked. Who would come to visit them at this time?

After looking at each other, Vernon sent Petunia to the sofa in the living room, then came to the door and opened it.

Outside the door, there was a man wearing a straight suit with a cold and angular face. He wore a brown jazz hat and a woolen coat.

"Can I come in? As a visiting neighbor." Mu En took off his hat and showed a gentle smile.

"No, I refuse!" Vernon said angrily, but Mu En had already walked in with admiration on his face: "It's really bright. I actually want to buy more lamps in my home, but it's a pity that I don't have complete electrical facilities. ."

As he spoke, he took off his hat and coat and hung it on the coat rack.

"I told you, you're not welcome here—"

Moon heard nothing and walked straight forward. Passing by the closet, Harry's voice rang out. He slapped the door and kept asking something. He already knew who it was from the voice.

But Mu En just opened the small window and said, "It's time for you to sleep, kid."

"I…"

"Believe me."

After Mu En finished speaking, he closed the small window again. He waved his hand on the small door, blocking out the sounds inside and outside.

Then he turned to look at the dark barrel and the figure holding the shotgun.

"Mr. Dursley, I just want everyone to talk about the child calmly. Are you sure you want to do this?"