Hogwarts: The Cat Wizard of the Moving Castle

Mu En felt...a little embarrassed. Faced with so many eyes, he helplessly spread his hands and said, "Let's go."

Scrimgeour's eyes were solid, and he raised his wand: "Sorry, I think I need to put some restraints on you."

"Whatever." Moon raised his hands and turned to look at Dumbledore.

"when are you leaving?"

"Me?" Dumbledore's mouth made the crunching sound of candy: "I should have a while, after all, the people from the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures still have to check. Oh, of course, I am very sure that I am not kept in the castle. Any dangerous animal."

"We need to examine you, Mr. Dumbledore. The Ministry of Magic cannot tolerate such things and... people in Hogwarts!!" said a person from the Department of Magical Education.

"Yes." Dumbledore nodded and looked at Moon: "I can't tolerate such a person."

"You are really talking nonsense." Mu En shook his head and looked at Scrimgeour, who had already put a shackle on Mu En's hand.

"Sorry, please pull up my sleeves, these shackles look dirty enough." Mu En said.

His understatement made the Aurors and Legal Enforcement Department personnel who came specifically for him this time dizzy and blushed.

As before, this was a naked provocation.

However, the next moment, a scene appeared that stunned them.

Same as before.

Scrimgeour awkwardly bowed and rolled up Moon's sleeves.

After the incident, he realized what he was doing, and cold sweat fell on his forehead.

Again! Again!

From a wizard's point of view, the people in the Ministry of Magic are mixed, and their average spellcasting ability is even worse than that of senior students at Hogwarts.

But the Auror office is different. Only the best wizards can serve as Aurors. Each Auror even has professional training before joining the job!

Even before the era of You-Know-Who, the director of the Auror Office was equal to the next Minister of Magic.

And he, Scrimgeour. To be able to reach this position, the inner will is enough to be said to be excellent.

However, even so, it was easy to be fooled by that person's words.

Could this guy's words be filled with the Imperius Curse? !

He didn't dare to think about it anymore. He wanted to do something more, but he didn't dare to do it. Looking at the shackles on the other party's hands, he only felt that there was a layer of "face" on them.

At this time, he had already figured out that something was wrong, whether it was the person in front of him or Dumbledore.

Thinking about it, he took out his wand and silently cast a cleaning spell on the shackles.

As the director of the Auror Office, he did not need to recite such low-level household spells.

Mu En looked at him with some surprise.

"Let's go." He nodded and walked into the fireplace first. Scrimgeour followed, picking up a handful of Floo powder.

"Ministry of Magic!"

The flames turned green and rose violently, and then the two disappeared.

A group of Legal Enforcement Divisions and Aurors followed closely behind. This mission was so easy that they could hardly imagine it.

According to the files, what the target person had done this time made everyone think that he was a dark wizard with extremely destructive power.

But he didn't expect that he would take the initiative and surrender. Come to think of it, this is inseparable from Dumbledore's pressure!

So everyone who left paid tribute to Dumbledore.

Dumbledore happily accepted these gifts.

After they left, people from the Department for the Regulation of Magical Creatures and Magical Education also began investigating him...

Ministry of Magic, main hall.

The figures of Mu En and Scrimgeour appeared at one end of a long and splendid hall.

The floor is made of dark wooden boards that have been polished brightly, and the peacock blue ceiling is inlaid with gleaming golden symbols, which are constantly moving and changing, like a huge high-altitude bulletin board.

On both sides of the corridor in this hall, there are dozens of fireplaces. The fireplace on the left is used to enter, and every once in a while, someone will pop out of it. On the right, there was a queue in front of the fireplace, and they left through the flames in an orderly manner.

"Let's go." Scrimgeour said, but his tone was not urging, but asked: "This is just a routine inspection, but I want to know what exactly do you want to do?!"

Mu En had already taken the lead through the golden corridor and looked at a fountain in the middle of the foyer.

This is a group of pure gold statues, standing in the middle of a circular pool, larger than life.

The tallest among them is a noble wizard, holding his wand high and pointing directly at the sky. Surrounding him were a beautiful witch, a centaur, a goblin and a house elf. Centaurs, goblins and house elves all looked up at the two wizards with admiration.

A stream of shining water jets spurted out from the top of the wizard's wand, from the centaur's arrow, from the tip of the goblin's hat, and from the two ears of the house elf, making a tinkling, tinkling, splashing sound.

"What is this statue called?" he asked curiously, without answering Scrimgeour.

"Magic is powerful." Scrimgeour replied, and at this time a group of Aurors also returned to the Ministry of Magic from the fireplace, following behind the two.

Mu En nodded, did not answer, but walked forward.

The lifeless passers-by around him all cast surprised glances at him. First of all, it was because of his appearance.

Secondly, it was because of his shackles and the group of Aurors following him.

"Is this...a prisoner?"

"What the hell is Scrimgeour doing?! Letting a prisoner behave more like a minister..."

Skipping the crowd of pedestrians and wand inspections, Moon quickly arrived at a room with a row of elevators under the guidance of Scrimgeour. They had an elevator all to themselves.

The elevator buttons are very strange, and they are currently on the eighth floor.

Upward, it’s seven, six, five, four…

Facing down, there is only a nine-story building.

"There is obviously a magic elevator, a Hogwarts Express, and a magic camera, but there is also a department for prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items, and regulations are added year by year..."

Mu En looked at Scrimgeour: "Can you comment?"

Scrimgeour didn't know how to answer, but someone from behind immediately said viciously: "I think you should be more concerned about your future life in Azkaban."

Mu En didn't look back, feeling a little bored. The elevator quickly descended to the ninth floor, and then under guidance, they walked to the next floor.

Unexpectedly, a short and fat figure appeared at the bottom of the stairs.

Mu En's pupils expanded, and he saw the man's appearance in the shadow.

She was like a big pale toad, short and fat, with a broad, saggy face, a big mouth drooping downward, and her eyes were big, round, and bulging outward.

He was wearing a pink flannel vest and a small pink velvet bow on his short curly hair.

"Too slow, Scrimgeour." Her voice was high-pitched and thin, like a little girl whose voice had not yet reached the stage of changing.

Such a pretentious look immediately gave Mu En goosebumps all over her body, and the hair on her face stood up.

"Ms. Umbridge, why are you here!" Scrimgeour said with some displeasure.

"Why?" She said with a smile: "The minister has always been very concerned about the security of Hogwarts and the magical world. We take this incident very seriously, so the minister specially sent me to be the judge!"