The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Leaning on crutches, he walked straight to Dumbledore and shook his hand, which was as scarred as his face.

The two whispered something, the other turned around and walked towards the professor's chair. He roughly grabbed a plate of sausage, leaned over it and smelled it again and again, finally took out a silver knife, stood in front of him with the sausage on and observed carefully, but The prosthetic eye rotates 360° in the eye socket, looking around.

"Please allow me to introduce the new Defense Against the Dark Arts professor --- Alastor Moody!"

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he took the lead in applauding, but only he and Hagrid applauded in the auditorium. His old friend was indeed quite terrifying in appearance and had a weird personality.

"Ahem, everyone, don't be intimidated by his terrifying appearance." He coughed, trying to change the other party's first impression, "Professor Moody has excellent insights in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he..."

With a bang, Dumbledore's speech was interrupted again.

"Oh~ this is simply too scary!"

"Oh my god, that big eyeball exploded!"

"Mom, I want to go home..."

The auditorium began to become chaotic again. Moody was eating sausages when his prosthetic eye suddenly exploded, and the unknown liquid inside flew far away with the pupils. The terrible sight even frightened a first grader to tears. newborn.

Moody put down the sausage in his hand. He took off the prosthetic eye, observed carefully for a moment, threw it on the dining table, and looked at Macon who was smiling and looking at him.

This prosthetic eye is not an ordinary item. Moody's nickname of 'Mad Eye' is all due to this eye. It is a magic eye. Wearing it is equivalent to having a 360° field of vision without dead ends, and It can also see through objects, and the illusion spell and invisibility cloak are useless in front of it.

The little wizard with cat ears and cat tail just now attracted his attention. The existence of seeing people with his left eye and seeing only a cloud of black mist in his right eye made him eager to know the details of the other party.

So he injected magic power into the magic eye and wanted to observe Macon carefully, but no matter how much magic power he input, he couldn't see the other party clearly. In the end, the magic eye exploded after he injected too much magic power and exceeded the upper limit.

Macon looked at the blue eyeball that rolled down on the bottom of his feet, picked it up, and watched it carefully against the light. It was an alchemy prop. It took only a moment for him to understand the specific function of this eyeball. Fortunately, he He reacted quickly and stood sideways in front of his little witch.

"Professor Moody, this alchemy item is very good, but please don't use it to spy on others at will, it's very rude."

Macon came to Professor Moody, stuck the blue eyeball on his thumb, bounced it into the table like a marble, and shattered the eye socket of the crystal wall.

He picked up the wine on the dining table and poured it in, and soon the red liquid filled his eyes. Macon tapped the table, and a small alchemy array lit up under the magic eye, covered with complicated patterns, and a puff of smoke After rising, the magic eye returned to its original state, but the original white white of the eye turned red.

"Oh, what an excellent alchemy, Macon, it seems that you have learned a lot during this trip."

Dumbledore watched Moody put on the magic eye again. The big blood-red eyeballs made people feel even more terrifying. He shook his head and continued to speak.

"Where did I just say? By the way, that legendary event, the Triwizard Tournament, is jointly organized by Hogwarts, Beauxbatons, and Durmstrang. Each school will select a warrior, and then There are three kinds of magic competitions, which are held every five years, and the three magic schools take turns."

"This was originally a good opportunity to increase the friendship between young wizards, but then it was suspended for centuries because the death toll was too high. As well as the efforts of other organizations, this legendary event will be restarted at Hogwarts..."

After the dinner, the little wizards left the auditorium noisily, arguing about the Triwizard Tournament all the way.

"Why only allow wizards over 17? It's so unfair!"

Seamus was very angry. Although he didn't know what the Triwizard Contest was about, he really wanted everyone to know what art is!

"Seamus, didn't you listen to Dumbledore? People will die!"

Hermione looked at Seamus angrily, this kind of dangerous competition should not be restarted, it should be completely stopped.

"Hermione, isn't that dedicating oneself to art? What a beautiful thing!"

Macon looked at the excited Seamus, what's the matter with this little friend?Could it be that I fed too much chicken soup?

"There is a lot of time left for us. We start to select warriors on Halloween. We have three months, which is enough for us to make aging agents."

"Oh, Fred, you're a genius! You can think of anything like that."

"I'm George, you are Fred, don't try to take away my title of genius!"

The Weasley twins chased and made noise, and ran away without a trace.

Macon and Hermione returned to the hut, and found something that surprised them. The Whomping Willow in the yard had lost a branch all over the place, and a large piece was dented in the thick trunk. The culprit was the missing nearly one year black goat

It was lying in the stable in the courtyard with two unicorns, and to their surprise, the other had grown a pair of golden wings.

If it weren't for its crooked tongue and a pair of unrelated eyeballs, it would be difficult to determine its identity. The pair of golden wings are so beautiful, Macon went forward and knocked a few times, the pair The wings are still metal.

Early the next morning, after the storm, Macon and Hermione went to the cafeteria to have breakfast together. Almost all the little wizards in the cafeteria were talking about a common topic---the Triwizard Tournament, especially when it comes to age, Selected, won and prize money.

After breakfast, Macon separated from Hermione and came to the spiral staircase leading to the principal's office. He hadn't come here to report the name of the dishes for a long time.

"Macon, what do you want me to do?"

Dumbledore had obviously just gotten up, and he was still wearing a nightgown.

"Mr. Principal, I have some things to do recently, so I came here to tell you."

"Oh? It's about alchemy?"

"Yes, I'm going to open a shop in Diagon Alley, so I'm going to do it today."

"It's good to do business. It seems that you have understood some truths. Getting money through your own efforts is more meaningful than getting it for nothing."

Dumbledore looked at Macon with a face full of relief. Those acromants were relieved, and there was also the centaur's herbal report. Maybe I won't see it again in the future. This is a good thing!

"Yes, yes, you are right!"

"Go ahead, the fireplace is over there."

Macon scratched his head and walked towards the fireplace, what happened to the old bee today?

Macon, who came to Diagon Alley, went straight to Gringotts. Instead of going in, he walked into the shop opposite Gringotts.

This is a newly built shop, it is completely different from any other shops around, and it looks out of place. The shop is so big that it takes up three places. You can't see inside yet, black curtains hang behind the glass.

Macon only remembered that the one in the middle was selling ice cream. He had no idea what the two rooms on the left and right were for. The Ollivander Wand Shop was on the right, the entrance to Knockturn Alley was on the left, and Gringotts was in front. It can be said to be the most prosperous area in Diagon Alley.