The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

During the recent period, Gilderoy Lockhart felt that his legs were about to break. He ran around the Muggle world, collecting various materials and some machines that he could not understand at all for his master.

This made his original leisurely life disappear without a trace, and all the Galleons he got from his master were taken to Gringotts and exchanged for Muggle currency, which made the goblins of Gringotts happy Ruokang, no wizard has ever exchanged such a large amount of gold for waste paper!there has never been!

"Ghidero, there are still 20 barrels of Acromantula venom here, I hope you can sell them for a good price, and then buy me a shop in the best part of Diagon Alley and renovate it completely For a moment, besides, digging hard underground, I need a lot of space."

Macon dropped him a small bag that had been cast with the Unmarking Stretch Charm, and contained twenty barrels of Acantara's venom.

"Obey, my master, your servant, I will definitely handle this matter beautifully."

Lockhart took the small bag with trembling hands, looked around, and after making sure there was nothing wrong with it, he sneaked away. He was very excited now, his master was finally going to show his fangs and conquer the world?

Can't this guy be normal?Make it the same as being a thief?Too lazy to ask, Macon shook his head, and Apparated back to Flamel's house.

"Macon, you're finally back. I don't understand these things. I mean, do these things have anything to do with the alchemy you've learned for a month?"

Flamel looked at the large containers placed outside the small villa. He knew all the materials inside, but he had never seen any of the Muggle equipment.

"Of course, Mr. LeMay, I will be very busy in the future, and I still need your support."

Macon walked up to him mysteriously holding an illustration, and whispered something in his ear, the eyelids of the other party slowly opened wide, and a pair of bright eyes shot out even more. light!

An old man and a young man held their palms together heavily, and the firm gazes of both parties made Mrs. Flamel and Hermione's faces filled with question marks.

They rushed into the alchemy workshop hand in hand, put away all the unused bookshelves and workbenches, freed up a lot of space, opened the containers outside the villa, and transported them into the workshop one by one. Using electricity, this is even more troublesome for them.

"Mr. Flamel, is this the Philosopher's Stone?"

The red crystal-like stone in Mr. LeMay's hand was full of cracks. It was very similar to the fake one that Macon saw at Hogwarts, but the terrifying fluctuation of magic power made him very Make sure this is the Philosopher's Stone.

"Of course, but it's about to shatter. Before the magic power inside is completely exhausted, it can still exert some residual heat, such as the electricity needed by those Muggle devices."

Macon picked up the carving knife and began to carve the alchemy magic circle on the alloy plate. He needed a combination magic circle that converts magic power into electrical energy. Mr. Flamel pointed and told him where there were mistakes and where he needed to improve.

It took them two full days to prepare the preliminary work. At this time, the basement has changed greatly. If the basement used to be in the style of a medieval alchemy workshop, then the current basement has leapt into cyberpunk. up.

"These are some novelties, shall we start now?"

"Sir, of course, we can start now. I think that to solve the intelligence problem first, we need to create a brain-like component. We don't need it to have a high thinking ability, but we can't limit its upper limit of thinking. "

"Well, Macon, I've been thinking about this question recently, and I've got some clues. Do you know why ghosts can have thinking even though they don't have flesh and blood?"

"Sir, I don't know about this. I have never thought about this problem. I plan to use modern technology to make an electronic brain."

"Macon, the cultivation of flesh and blood is not the whole of alchemy. Ghosts have thinking because of the consciousness generated by their strong thoughts after death. We can capture these consciousnesses according to several magic circles and transform them into a blank space. This is how the alchemy puppets came about hundreds of years ago, but unfortunately, with the decline of alchemy, those puppets will never be seen again."

"Then what are you waiting for, sir? Maybe after our attempt this time, alchemy in the wizarding world can rise again."

"That's right! Macon, come here, these alchemy formations are too complicated, I'll describe them, and you learn carefully."

In the alchemy workshop, the old and the young seem to have endless topics to talk about. Their efficiency is not slow. The two put forward ideas, confirm each other, and then implement them. Yes, Macon's idea was constantly improved and optimized by him.

"Hermione, let's eat first, we don't have to wait for them, there's food down there, they won't starve to death, I've seen this kind of situation a lot in my life, the little guy in Macon is the same as Nico, when he encounters something he's interested in Just forgetting to eat and sleep."

Madame Flamel shook her head helplessly, and comforted the little witch. No one knew her husband's temperament better than her, and there must be something that aroused his interest.

"Mrs. Flamel, I'm just a little concerned about Mr. Flamel's physical condition. I don't care about Macon very much. Well, he's very tough!"

Hermione picked up the tome beside her and made a gesture of knocking on the head.

"Oh, I always liked to hit him on the head with a book, don't worry, it's rare for Nico to be interested. I haven't seen him like this for a long time."

Mrs. Flamel smiled happily. Her husband hadn't had such a big battle in decades, and he went to fiddle with those alchemy techniques.

The Burrow, Devonshire, England.

The flying car came from afar and landed slowly. Ron got out of the car happily. He had already received a letter from Zhu Weiqiong, an owl. compensation.

"Huh... what are you guys doing?"

Ron opened the door excitedly and rushed into the house. Just as he was about to call his friend's name, he found Harry and Ginny sitting together, looking at each other in a daze.

Ginny stood up angrily, gave Ron a blank look, and ran back upstairs.

"Ron, you're finally back, I miss you so much."

Harry got up awkwardly and hugged Ron, expressing his miss for his best friend.

"Harry, I met Padma's parents and they welcomed me, I lived there for more than a month, the Muggle life there is so bad, we can't even find a toilet when we play? "

Ron took Harry to sit down and shared with him all kinds of interesting things that happened on this trip.

Fred and George brought in the presents from the car and greeted Harry as well.

When Mr. Weasley and Percy returned home in the evening, Percy, who had entered the Ministry of Magic as he wished, was very proud. He was wearing a neat suit and never unbuttoned it even when he got home.

The Burrow was very lively tonight, because several of Ron's older brothers had returned, and they were talking and laughing while chatting and eating.

"Kids, I have good news for you! I got tickets for the Quidditch World Cup!"

Mr. Weasley looked smug, and everyone cheered at the news.

"This means we need to get up early tomorrow, especially Harry and Ron, don't play too crazy at night, I don't want to drag you out of bed tomorrow."

Mr. Weasley obviously understands the thoughts of children. The more people live together, the noisier they will be, especially tonight, Harry, Ron, Fred and George, the four of them will be crowded together Room.

As for the reason?Percy went into the Ministry of Magic, he fought for a private room, he didn't want to be disturbed, it would interfere with the writing of the report, and it was all classified documents, or so he thought.