The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Harry slept very soundly tonight. This summer vacation was the happiest he had ever spent. Last month he and Sirius made a home in Godric's Hollow, where he saw his parents' graves.

They didn't rebuild on the old site of the original Potter's house. Harry knew it was not the time, but he would always go back quietly to have a look.

A slight sound of climbing stairs woke him up. Putting on his glasses, he found that it was Ginny standing on the stairs. She gestured to Harry a few times, which meant that the time was up and they were about to leave.

Harry looked out of the window, it was still dark, wizards' vehicles were amazing, even if they were riding a broomstick, they wouldn't have to go so early, would they?

"Ron, Fred, George, wake up, we are leaving!"

"Huh? Is it time? So what are you waiting for? Guys, get up!"

"Fred, I'm already awake, you just don't know it."

"Shut up, I'm Fred, you're George!"

The twins started their prank routine as soon as they woke up. Ron was so noisy that he got up sleepily.

"Hurry up kids, here's your lunch and dinner, I've got it all ready for you, have fun."

Mrs. Weasley handed each of them a small cloth bag with food in it, and told them to be careful not to lose the food.

"Aunt Molly, aren't you going?"

Harry took the bag, which warmed his heart. Mrs. Weasley always reminded him of his mother, and maybe if his mother was alive, she would take care of him like her.

"Harry, have fun, I won't go, Bill, Charlie and Percy still have to work, I'll cook at home and wait for them to come back."

Harry walked forward and hugged Mrs. Weasley, and set off with Mr. Weasley and Ron.

It was the first time for everyone except Mr. Weasley who led the way to embark on a journey in the face of the rising sun in the dense forest.

"Dad, are we going to walk to the Quidditch World Cup?"

"George, our family isn't too poor to afford a broomstick."

Fred and George couldn't bear it at first. They had been walking for almost half an hour.

"Come on, boys, we're almost there."

Mr. Weasley hurried ahead, carrying a huge travel bag.

Just when the twins were about to lose their patience, they saw a person standing in front of them, a middle-aged man with a cane standing under a big tree.

"Arthur! It's been so slow this year."

"Oh, Amos, I've got a lot of kids and it's been a bit of a delay."

The two greeted each other warmly, and a handsome young man jumped down from the tree.

"This must be your son, Cedric, what a handsome boy."

"Yes, sir!"

Mr. Weasley and Cedric shook hands, politely.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other. This was an acquaintance, an opponent in the Quidditch match last term.

"Hi~ Harry, Ron!"

Cedric greeted them generously.

"Hi~ Cedric!"

Harry and Ron also responded to him, the other's character was very suitable for them, and Cedric was a handsome boy with a sense of justice.

"It seems that they are all acquaintances, Arthur, let's go."

"Okay, Amos, boys, hurry up and catch up."

The two old fathers were also relieved to see the harmonious relationship between the children.

After walking out of the forest, they stopped on a hillside, where a black boot was placed.

"Why is everyone around this boot?"

Seeing Digory and his son lying on the ground touching the boot, Harry asked a question.

"This is not an ordinary boot, it is a portkey, it will take us directly to the Quidditch World Cup, you know, there are a lot of wizards gathered there, we have to be careful if we want to avoid the eyes and ears of Muggles. "

Mr. Weasley explained Harry's confusion and pulled him down together. When they all touched the boots, a group of people spun up into the sky. The sudden weightlessness and dizziness made the little wizards scream.

Cedric looked at their terrified expressions, which reminded him of his father yelling the same way when he first touched the portkey with him.

"Children! Let go!"

"What, what? Let go?"

Harry looked at Mr. Weasley in surprise, it was still in the air!

"Relax, you'll be fine! Let go!"

Harry gritted his teeth and let go of his hand. He felt as if he had entered a certain pipe and was pulled higher by the attraction force. The feeling of rising suddenly hit the ground, and the sense of space was instantly reversed.

Ah ~

With a piercing scream, Harry, who hadn't got up yet, was hit squarely by Ginny who fell.

Harry opened his mouth and panted heavily, looking at Ginny lying on top of him, his hands didn't know what to do.

After reacting, Ginny quickly got up from him and turned her back, not daring to look at him.

"It's finally here, come in."

After Mr. Weasley and Diggory and his son parted, he led them to a small tent, which had already filled the field, and beckoned them in.

Harry was the last to get in. The inside was much bigger than it looked from the outside. There was even a bathroom and a kitchen, and the noise outside was well reduced.

He had never seen so many wizards. There were huge crowds of people in small groups, and they were all cheering for their favorite team.

"Macon, isn't this color a little too white? Oh, the damn feel, it's even softer than real."

"Mr. Flamel, this is the real skin itself, so let's darken it a little bit, so that it looks more real."

"Perfect, let's adjust this curve again, I think it's more natural."

"Mr. Flamel, this facial curve can no longer be adjusted. Believe me, when the finished product comes out, you will feel that this style is even more magical!"

Mr. Macon and Mr. LeMay are pointing around a female head, the style of which is like a beautiful girl walking out of Two-dimensional.

"Okay, Macon, the rest of the work is up to you. Those things you call nerve bundles are too complicated."

Mr. Flamel's scalp felt numb when he looked at the densely packed human tissues extending like blood vessels from his neck.

"Okay, sir, can you go and look at the petri dish? Those muscle tissues are almost ready, and their activity will be affected after a long time."

"Don't worry, I'm watching, and those internal organs, I really don't understand, how did you think of using that somatic cell to generate these tissues?"

"Mr. LeMay, I used to be a doctor, and I just need to learn some genetics. These are not important. The important thing is that you have perfectly solved the rejection, which allows them to be perfectly combined."

Mr. LeMay looked at Macon with a complicated expression. Their original plan was to use a metal skeleton with silicone limbs to make dolls, but during the production process, Macon gradually led them astray.

Those Muggle instruments were tossed and tossed by Macon to cultivate human tissue. When they saw the muscles full of activity, they were ecstatic.

With the collision and fusion between ancient alchemy and modern medical technology, they actually mastered the method of quickly cultivating human tissue, which is simply too terrifying.

"Macon, are we creating humans now?"

"Mr. Flamel, you have asked countless times. They are human beings and not human beings. From a philosophical point of view, they are human beings. From a biological point of view, they are another kind of living organism. Although they have fresh flesh and blood, But these skeletons are all alchemy products, especially the consciousness that replaces the brain, that is your masterpiece."