The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Macon came to the door of the office, and there was still an Auror standing there, but he stared straight ahead, ignored the black cat in front of him, and did not respond.

"Hello, can you open the door for me?"

"Hey man, can't you hear me?"

The black cat yelled twice, but there was no movement from the other party. He raised his front paw and patted the Auror's calf.

The other party still didn't respond, this is wrong, when the black cat was wondering, the other party snored.

Good guy, sleep with your eyes open, right?

The Auror at the door was full of energy. He opened the door and walked in. This was a living room, and Fudge's office was still inside. He knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

"Come in."

"Mr. Minister."

"Huh? What's the matter with your face?"

Fudge was sitting at his desk drinking coffee, and looked up at the Auror who came in. There was a bright red cat's paw on the other's cheek.

"Outside, there's a black cat looking for you outside."

"What did you say? Black cat? Such a long, big black cat? Yellow-green eyes? Ornaments on the neck and tail?"

Fudge stood up abruptly, every time he asked a question, the other party nodded, it didn't run away, it was that nasty black cat, but he didn't want to see the other party at all, what kind of tricks was he playing?

"Let him in, watch the door, and don't let others come and disturb me."

"Okay, Mr. Minister."

The Auror exited the office respectfully, opened the outer door, and the black cat trotted in cheerfully.

"Yo! Isn't this Secretary Fudge? Nice to see you."

The black cat jumped onto his desk, sniffed the coffee on his desk, and pulled it aside with disgust.

"Macon, what are you doing here with me?"

Fudge suppressed his anger, and responded to the black cat, you came here by yourself, what do you say hello to me?

"Dear Mr. Minister, do you like coffee?"

Macon looked at Fudge, this old guy hasn't seen him for a few days, how did he become younger?

"Well, it's refreshing, and it's good for my work, as you know, the Minister is very busy."

"Mr. Minister is really busy. Do you have coffee beans here?"

Fudge was taken aback by the black cat's question, why do you want coffee beans?Are you still planning to freshly grind coffee at my place?

"No, all my coffee is from the Aurors."

After speaking, Fudge took a sip of the coffee on the table, it still tasted very good.

"Unfortunately, Mr. Minister."

The black cat shook its head regretfully.

"What's the pity?"

"Obviously that Auror's craft is not very good. I'll eat some coffee beans and help you pull some cat poop coffee beans, so that you can know what the best coffee is."

puff! ~

"Cough! Cough~ that's enough! Macon, that's a civet cat! It's not yours, yours... Forget it, what's the matter with you looking for me today? If you have nothing to do, leave as soon as possible."

He took out a clean white handkerchief, wiped off the coffee left at the corners of his mouth after spouting, rubbed his throbbing temples on both sides, and said a few words to this black cat, which would make his brain congested.

"Oh, I'm fine. I've been in the Department of Mysteries today. If I have nothing to do, I'll come to you. Wouldn't it be unwelcome?"

After the black cat finished speaking, it lay down on the table, as if I just lay there and refused to leave.

"Macon, this is the minister's office, and many documents are classified! Do you understand the confidentiality? I can't work here at all."

With a headache, Fudge closed all the documents on the desk, which means that you can't see them, so leave quickly.

"Oh, Mr. Minister, shall I leave now?"

The black cat said seriously, he stood up and raised his front paws, gesticulating and jumping down.

"Enen, let's go, let's go, go back quickly."

"Then I'm leaving~"

"Walk slowly, shall I see you off?"

"How did you get younger?"

"Ah, it's thanks to that... ahem, it's thanks to a friend of mine, yes, an excellent health nurse, his techniques are very professional, and I have taken good care of myself recently and exercised regularly, so The skin is a little tighter."

Fudge's heart was pounding, and he almost slipped his tongue. If it wasn't for the thing inside his body that 'pricked' him, he might have died today.

The black cat jumped on his shoulder and sniffed his body. Except for a strong smell of perfume, which reacted with his stiff limbs, it found nothing unusual. It jumped on the ground and walked towards the door. Just as he was about to walk out of the office, He turned his head suddenly, looking at Fudge.

"Mr. Minister, I always feel that there is something wrong with you. If you encounter trouble, you can always come to me. By the way, the dementor has left Hogwarts. I am deeply sorry."

"Don't bring up the dementor question again! I'm fine! I haven't felt anything wrong recently. If I have any questions, I will call you. I mean, you are a silent man, aren't you?"

A little flustered by the black cat's stare, Fudge answered Macon's words in embarrassment, straightened his clothes, smiled and watched the black cat leave the office.

He stood there and waited for a few minutes. After making sure that the black cat had left, he slumped on the chair, breathed a sigh of relief, and slammed the desk again.

"Damn! Damn! Don't you say you won't be discovered?"

"I haven't been discovered, or he would have shot it long ago. I'm floating in your mind. According to what you know, cats are strange creatures."

"Then what should we do now? That cat has already started to suspect me, why don't you leave my body and I'll find another host for you?"

"I have already taken root here, as for entering other people's bodies? This is very simple, and I can even shuttle freely in their brains."

"What do you mean?"

"It means that we are one. If the main body leaves you, then you will perish, and I just changed the host."

"Damn! Damn! Crazy! You are all crazy! Why should I go to this muddy water!"

Fudge yelled angrily. He regretted it very much now. He even used the time-turner to change his previous self, but no matter how he tried, he couldn't get involved. Yes, when he went back to the past, there A fog!

"Fudge, we need help. I found an interesting person in your mind."

"Who?"

"You all call him Mysterious Man."

"Are you crazy?"

That terrifying Dark Lord throws the Killing Curse whenever he sees anyone!Join forces with this kind of person?

"I can't understand the definition of 'crazy', I just want to survive, I am very weak now."

The being inside him, controlling him, took out that Filch intel from the drawer, with the rats on it circled.

Macon, who left the minister's office, returned to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts through the fireplace.

"Macon, are you back from work?"

The black cat jumped onto Dumbledore's desk with a cushion in its mouth, put down the cushion and lay down on it.

"Mr. Headmaster, I just stopped by to see our Minister of Magic, dear Mr. Fudge."

Dumbledore stopped the writing quill and looked at the black cat. He felt that there was something wrong with it. Every time the black cat used honorifics, it was malicious, even to him.

"What's up with him?"

"There's something wrong with him, but I can't tell what's wrong. It's like an eighth sense?"

Dumbledore put down the quill and pinched the space between his brows. He didn't know what the eighth sense was.

"Macon, I've only heard of the five senses, sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch."

"Sorry, Mr. Principal, these are all Muggle knowledge. The sixth sense can also be called intuition. They are very similar. The seventh sense, I think you should be familiar with it, such as your best friend, Mr. Grindelwald's simulated future , the ability to analyze the future is very similar to this.”

Having said that, the black cat looked at Dumbledore, um, normal, not blackened, so continue.

"As for the eighth sense, this one is more abstract. It can be understood as a sense of space. He is being rejected by this world? No, he is disgusted by this world? Not like that. Generally speaking, he is a bit out of place. My rationality tells me, Better kill him."