The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"This is terrible, Harry."

Ron dejectedly followed Harry out of the office.

"Ron, the professor is right, I was being a bit reckless, and the broom was just a check."

"But I haven't ridden it, not even once, it will be disassembled, and if there is a problem with the inspection, then will I have no chance to ride the Firebolt again?"

Harry looked at Ron's lost look, shook his head, and dragged him to the cafeteria, maybe chicken legs could heal his sadness.

As night fell, the little wizards rushed to the cafeteria one after another. Hermione sat on a chair and read a book. The rejuvenated black cat raised its two front paws and pressed on her back.

Harry and Ron were lying on the dining table, not very energetic.

Dumbledore saw that all the little wizards in the cafeteria had arrived, stood up, cast a loudspeaker spell, and began to speak.

"Everyone be quiet! I have good news for you. The Eater of Souls has evacuated Hogwarts. The Ministry of Magic just sent a letter, but they will send more Aurors to continue searching for the fugitive."

"This means that we can hold the Quidditch match again. After about a week, the deans of each college will inform you of the specific time."

After finishing his speech, seeing the little wizards shouting happily, Dumbledore was very satisfied. He winked at Macon. This time things were done beautifully, and nothing made him more happy than the dementors leaving Hogwarts. I am so happy, I no longer have to write back letters to the little wizard's parents every day.

Why didn't the group of dementors get it?When he received a letter from the Ministry of Magic today, he immediately thought of the dementor at the door of the hut, which was used as a training tool.

A certain black cat ignored his gaze, and lay listlessly on the dining table. The food on the table made him lose his appetite. Fudge actually compromised?This is too unbelievable, isn't he afraid that he won't be able to catch the fugitive and end up ruined?

"Great! Harry, with your Firebolt! We're sure to get the House Cup!"

Wood was naturally very happy to hear that the Quidditch game was resumed, and now that they have Firebolts, they are even more powerful!

"Wood..., the Firebolt is no longer with me."

"What happened? Firebolt gone? Stolen?"

"Wood, Harry's Firebolt is at Professor McGonagall's. Because the broom is of unknown origin, it needs to be inspected now. The professor means to disassemble it and inspect it part by part to see if it has been applied. cursed."

Harry looked at Wood in embarrassment, and Ron said the reason weakly.

"Ah, how can this be? That's a Firebolt. Who would put a curse on it? And it needs to be dismantled and inspected? This, this is not possible. I will go to the professor now."

Harry looked at Wood who got up and was about to rush up to question the professor, grabbed him, and pushed him back on the chair.

"Wood, don't worry, Professor McGonagall is also thinking about my safety. I think the result will be recorded before the game."

"Yes, yes, there is still a week left, as long as it can be brought back before the game!"

Wood's nagging appearance made Harry and Ron a little worried about him. Wood was too eager to get the silver cup.

After dinner, it was naturally still confinement time. Seeing them training spontaneously, the black cat ran back to the hut and lay down on Hermione's table.

"Huh? Why don't you watch them practice today?"

"I won't watch it, and I won't watch it in the future. Tonight is the last time, and I won't use it tomorrow."

Hermione looked at Macon strangely, but after thinking about it, she understood what he meant. Those people's current strength far exceeds that of their peers, and even adult wizards may not be able to deal with them.

The black cat jumped on her lap, got into her clothes, and showed its cat's head at the neckline, watching her write and draw in her notes.

"Macon, it's not raining outside, we don't need to go out, come out!"

"No! It's warm here!"

"No, I can't read the book properly with you like this."

Hermione pinned the cat's head angrily, trying to drag him out.

"You lied to me!"

The black cat struggled, but didn't want to go out, but he didn't dare to use force, so he yelled loudly, and Hermione stopped moving as expected.

Hermione turned the black cat's head around and looked at him: "Huh? How did I lie to you?"

"You said this morning, I'm your cat!"

"I said so, but what does that have to do with your getting in?"

"Look, I'm your cat, which means you're mine too, so mine is still mine, so what if I get in."

Boom!Meow! ~

Hermione, who was too lazy to argue with him, directly cast physical magic, adding a big bag to the black cat's head.

After the confinement was over, Harry, Ron, Seamus and Draco returned to the castle. After discussing with each other, they would train in response every night. After Draco agreed, he returned to Slytherin alone.

The three of them walked on the moving stairs of the castle, preparing to return to the Gryffindor lounge. When they came to the door of the lounge, they saw Neville sitting there alone.

"Neville? Why are you sitting here?"

"Harry, Ron, and Seamus, you are finally back! Huh~~"

Seeing the three of them, Neville burst into tears.

"What's the matter with you?" Harry helped him up, dusting off his body, "Why don't you go back to the lounge?"

"I, I forgot my password. I wrote down the passwords for the whole week on a piece of paper. Finally, I lost that note. I, I am so stupid."

Neville managed to hold back his sobs, and told Harry what happened pitifully, and he almost couldn't hold back his crying after he finished speaking.

Ron walked forward and looked at the portrait at the entrance of the Gryffindor dormitory. It was Sir Cadogan. Although the fat lady's portrait had been restored, she didn't dare to come and guard the door again. Requirements, it takes a whole bunch of security guards to keep guarding the gates for Gryffindor.

"Oh, good evening, my young heroic cavalryman, hurry up and catch this rascal, who wants to go in without a password?"

"This knight, is the existence that defeats the flying dragon. No one can defeat me."

Ser Cadogan growled on his stocky gray horse.

"Dirty mongrel!"

Ron really didn't want to hear him screaming there, so he hurriedly said the password.

"You too... come in, my brave cavalry."

Sir Cadogan looked at the wand in Ron's hand, praised his bravery, and opened the door by the way.

After the four of them entered the lounge, they sat on the sofa to rest.

"I've had enough of that shit sir."

Ron complained, and he couldn't blame him. Ever since Sir Cadogan's portrait was hung on the door of the Gryffindor lounge, no one has complained about him. His password changes every day, and it's full of weird ones. Sentence, the little wizard is better, but the little witch is not good, just like the password just now, even if it is the little witch of Gryffindor, no one dares to shout it out.

"I really don't understand, how did he have a friendship with Merlin and become a knight of the round table? I heard that he had three ex-wives, but he had more than a dozen children! I really hope that the fat lady can come back soon, although I don't like her either. singing."

Simo stretched comfortably on the sofa, expressing emotion.

"I'm going to rest first. Starting tomorrow, I will have Quidditch training."

Harry walked back to the dormitory with little interest. He didn't want to discuss who would guard the door of the dormitory. He was only worried about when the Firebolt would return to his hands.