Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

There are many things, even if they are beneficial and logical, that contain pain and torture that ordinary people cannot reach.

At this moment, Sindel felt like this.

She felt like being thrown into a meat grinder, and felt that her body was torn apart, reassembled, torn apart, and reassembled, and so on and so forth, endlessly.

Various indescribable extreme emotions appeared in her mind like a volcanic eruption, and then entered absolute zero again.

Joy, anger, sorrow, love, hate, and hatred, the memory residues of the past hundred years, constantly impacted the nerves.

Want to shout, but can't shout.

Even, even tears can't fall.

She had seen those emotional little wizards beat their chests and stamp their feet, or hurt themselves to share the pain.

But she couldn't do such a simple thing.

She could only bear it.

She didn't have the unparalleled motivation contained in Riddle's fear of death.

She had never even lived.

After an unknown amount of time, her thinking began to stagnate.

"Let me give you a good idea."

"To live."

Mu En's voice appeared in her mind for no reason.

"To live."

But she didn't know what it meant to live.

Suddenly, for the first time, a thought called "regret" appeared in her mind.

"Actually, it's really strange to say sorry or something."

She still didn't know why she couldn't call him "Mr. Cat" openly.

If possible, she wanted to call him that again.

Every time she called him that, Mr. Jones would always have a helpless smile on his face.

It's really interesting.

What is living?

She didn't know.

Living seemed to be able to do a lot of things you want to do.

What do you want to do?

Mr. Cat always played one piece of music after another in the office. If it was really possible,

I might want to dance?

She herself was a little unsure, and she didn't actually know how to dance.

But isn't living just about doing whatever you want?

She thought, she just wanted to dance along with the music. As for what kind of dance steps? She didn't know either.

In short, yes.

If possible, I want to dance.

Yes, that's it.

This is what she wants to do.

Gradually, in the unique ability of [living beings] - thinking, her emotions began to gradually stop pulling and erupting.

Time passed quietly, and Mu En's "blink" came to the evening.

Mu En, who was sleeping, suddenly flapped his triangular ears.

The next moment, he opened his eyes suddenly, and his vertical pupils became a straight line. At the same time, his hands also slapped forward.

Then, his hand suddenly stopped, and the palm wind was lifted, fanning a few strands of silver hair.

"Hmm" Mu En's body froze for a moment, and just when he wanted to take back his hand, another hand gently pressed up and pressed his palm on the face.

"Is this the warmth of human palms?" She murmured, a little absent-minded.

"It seems to be done." Mu En pulled his hand back.

"That's right." Sindel quickly turned his face away, his eyes drifting aimlessly around.

"Are there any special feelings?" Mu En asked.

"No." Sindel shook her head honestly: "It's just... a brand new feeling, it seems that my whole body has become relaxed, and..."

As she said, she gently placed her palms on the wall and the table.

"So this is what they feel." She sighed.

Mu En couldn't empathize with this feeling, but he was willing to remain silent.

After the previous conversation with Helena, Mu En had a deeper understanding of the existence of ghosts, and had a rough estimate of Sindel's current situation.

However, there is still one most important question.

"Can you leave Hogwarts?"

"I" Sindel was a little confused, but just when this idea came up in her mind, a bad premonition also appeared at the same time.

"I don't think it can be done." She said quickly.

"It's almost the same as expected." Mu En nodded and stretched out his hand: "Let me check it again."

"Okay." Sindel honestly put her hand on Mu En's palm.

"Like Peeves, you can dissolve your entity, but you also have the characteristics of other ghosts, which is an advantage.

But you can't leave Hogwarts, which is a bit troublesome. However, this kind of trivial matter doesn't really matter."

"It doesn't matter?" Sindel muttered.

"Then what else? At least it's better than dying, right?" Muen didn't even raise his head, his tone was calm, and he continued to carefully close his eyes to explore.

"Yeah." Sindel responded vaguely.

"I don't know how to help a ghost get a body in a normal way, at least for the time being. The problem of rejection is a big problem, and I won't do things like transferring memories anymore. Anyway, let's do this for now." Muen put down Sindel's hand, picked up the cup, and put away the wand.

"Back." Muen waved his hand and turned to walk out of the laboratory.

The setting sun in the evening was shaky in the sky. As soon as he walked out, Muen sensed the breath of Harry and Dumbledore. Turning around, he saw that the two had appeared not far away.

But

"You two wouldn't be waiting here until now, would you?"

Harry nodded silently.

"This time it was indeed difficult. I didn't expect it would take so long. It took more effort than I imagined." Mu En nodded seriously.

Dumbledore didn't care about this. He could tell at a glance that Moon was terribly energetic, as if she had just woken up.

He only cares about results.

At the same time, outside the whirlpool door of the research room, Sindel's figure appeared.

"Sunshine," she murmured.

Dumbledore's blue eyes under his half-moon glasses gradually widened, and his pupils flickered.

"This is unbelievable" he muttered.

Mu En just nodded slightly and did not answer.

For him, he just replaced a creature that had been nurtured for a long time with a brand new body so that she could continue to live.

That's all.

After Harry and Dumbledore left, Moon came to the huge window.

Sindel is admiring the sunset here. This is a perspective she has never experienced before. The warmth of the setting sun makes her feel extremely warm.

"How's it going? After you no longer paint, do you have any ideas?" Mu En asked, looking at the distance. Several frightened birds flew up in the forbidden forest, and they were frightened by something.

"Well Mr. Jones, I think..." Sindel thought for a long time.

"I want to dance?" she tried, "Isn't this a weird idea?"

"Of course not. I have a student who wants to dance in the rain." Mu En smiled, her hair looking golden in the sun.

"It is these strange and beautiful ideas that are the charm of human beings."

As he spoke, he saw a small hand out of the corner of his eye.

Mu En turned around, looked at Sindel in surprise, chuckled and shook his head: "I can't dance."

"Me neither." Sindel smiled.

Mu En raised his eyebrows, then smiled, grabbed her hand, and said helplessly: "Okay."

"It's a pity that there is no music." Mu En felt that something was missing.

"Next time." Sindel didn't want to wait any longer.

"Is there a next time?"

"There's none?"

By the window, at dusk.

The clumsy dance steps sounded briskly.

The sunset also becomes very bright.

The next day, the weather was really bad.

The sky turned gray early in the morning, and a steady drizzle fell in the morning, which continued until noon.

But a lot of people don't mind that.

"It's a good day when it rains. There's a lot of oxygen in the water." Mu En happily hung up the bait and sat leisurely on a low stool.

He had given himself a human appearance, for no other reason.

I don’t want to keep out the rain.

Being soaked in the rain is a kind of enjoyment, he has always thought so, whether it was when he was a child, treading water happily in the sudden drizzle on a hot summer afternoon, or standing on the mast and singing loudly in a rough stormy sea.

I enjoyed it all - except when I was struck by lightning.

In short, he has never been shy about showing off his unique preferences.

No, I'm a little scared now.

Because the cat's head is really ugly after being soaked in the rain.

"Mr. Jones, is this rain?" Sindel curiously felt the strange [touch] on her body.

"This is the feeling brought by low temperature. Of course, this kind of rain will only make people feel cooler." Mu En chuckled, not loudly, for fear of shocking the nest.

"It's a magical feeling." Sindel looked at the sky. For her, every moment now, she was giving birth to new concepts.

Even if you look at the scenery you have seen countless times from the window corridor from different angles, you will have a completely different feeling.

The smell and touch of the grass, the peculiar smell of the soil after the rain, the ripples caused by the frog jumping into the water, everything refreshed her feelings.

She flew up, running her fingers across the water, racing to her heart's content.

"Alas" Mu En suddenly looked embarrassed and sighed helplessly.

"I'm afraid it will be difficult to catch."

"Professor!" A high-spirited voice suddenly sounded behind Mu En, as if wanting to scare him.

"What's wrong?" Mu En didn't even look back.

"George, let me tell you that the professor can't be scared by you, one galleon."

"It makes no sense." George's voice was a little angry: "Professor, how did you find me? I used the Whispering Curse."

"Secret." Mu En showed a smile: "If you don't go to the castle and stay there, why are you running out?"

"Ha, Professor, why did you say such a thing?" Fred came up and took the gold coin that George gave him.

Mu En also realized something was wrong and quickly smiled: "I did say something stupid, haha."

"Professor, do you want to play flying saucer with us?" George showed what he was holding: "It's hard to get some rest, but you can't stop playing just because of a little rain."

"Playing is the most important thing." Fred followed up and said.

"I'm a master of Spike Frisbee." Mu En put down the fishing rod: "Are you sure?"

"Come on, professor, let me show you the skills of young people." As he said that, George threw out the Frisbee, and Moon turned around and grabbed it: "Haha, brat, I'm not old."

"There are six of us here," George said.

Fred clasped his fingers: "The two of us, Jordan, Angelina, Aaliyah and that Slytherin Tenali, you know, just when Potter beat up all the Slytherin people, After a while, Tenali and Jordan reconciled. Wait, Professor, do you mind if we talk about this?"

George immediately said, "It's okay. If you mind, go and scold Jordan. We won't say anything."

"You bastard." Mu En smiled and threw the Frisbee far away.

A moment later, Sindel took the Frisbee and flew back quickly, looking at Mu En in confusion.

The drizzle continued, and the spring breeze blew, bringing a hint of coolness.

In the rain, a group of people ran around and made a lot of noise because of a small Frisbee.

In the castle, Peeves hid in a suit of armor and suddenly jumped out. He swiped his hand across the open book and instantly released a huge fireball phantom at the passing students, which scared the little wizards.

On the third floor, in the classroom of the Not So Magic Club, a melodious song slowly came out. It was the tune of "Scarob Fair" that was well-known to every household in the UK. This sound resounded throughout the second, third and fourth floors.

On the fifth floor, students in the library were scratching their heads for the upcoming OWLs or NEWT exams. Of course, Hermione was one of them. She was a little tired. She took a deep breath, stood up, went to the room where Professor Jones was still the librarian, and poured herself a cup of always warm black tea.

Several seventh-year students here were discussing the invitation from senior Hedlund, who graduated last year, inviting them to Cambridge University in the UK. Hedlund once said that he had gained a lot in the Muggle world.

Hermione felt that these discussions were a bit boring. She came to the window and quietly watched the rain passing through the colorful windows.

At the edge of the Forbidden Forest, the guard Hagrid was carrying a large piece of deer leg, not knowing where to go.

Professor Lupin was trying to talk to a Thestral. If possible, he hoped to have a Thestral to help him introduce these mysterious Pegasus to the young wizards.

Everything was so perfect, so good that Muen looked at the laughing faces in front of him and suddenly felt a little dazed.

It seemed that three years had passed since he came to Hogwarts.