The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

England in September is the last month with the highest temperature every year, but no matter how high the temperature is, it will not reach 20 degrees during the day.

So during breaks, the little wizards like to bask in the sun, laugh and play, the black cat Macon is snoring, lying on the grass mat with his back to the sun, and Hermione is sitting next to him and reading a book, haha Leigh and Ron lay on it, covering their eyes with their hands and talking.

"Harry, the next class, Defense Against the Dark Arts, I don't want to take at all. Every year is bad, especially this year, that Professor Alastor Moody."

"Ron, do you know him?"

"Probably, I heard my father talk about this man, a retired Auror, Bill said he was a lunatic, nicknamed 'Mad-Eye', my father admired him very much, according to them, Azkaban Half of the people were caught by him, oh, it's hard to imagine, his scarred, disabled body."

Ron's tone didn't mean to respect the other party at all. Maybe it was there before, but it disappeared after the dinner of the sorting ceremony.

"Mad-Eye? That prosthetic eye? When it looks at me, it always feels like it has seen all the secrets. He lacks eyes and legs, and the opponent has a lot of actual combat experience, which may allow us to learn in Defense Against the Dark Arts class." to something useful."

Harry thought of the magic eye from the other person's nickname, and felt uncomfortable all over.

"Ah~ woo~" The black cat stretched its limbs, opened its mouth, curled its tongue, slouched, and looked at Harry jokingly, "That magical eye that makes you feel uncomfortable, it can see through many objects, For example, the disillusionment spell and the invisibility cloak are completely useless to it, maybe the other party is interested in seeing through your clothes."

"My God! That eye can still see through? He won't use this function indiscriminately? This is too disgusting! No, I'm going to tell Professor McGonagall and Principal Dumbledore!"

Hermione felt goosebumps all over her body when she heard what Macon said, and she got up to report the incident.

"Hermione, come back quickly, don't worry, you forgot? At the banquet, I have re-forged it, and I stood in front of you that day."

The little witch breathed a sigh of relief, ran back and picked up the black cat and gave it a boo as a reward.

"Doesn't that mean he has seen through me? Padma hasn't even seen it! This is simply too dirty!"

Ron looked shy, folded his arms and looked like I was not clean.

"Oh, Ron, I was seen through! You didn't feel that way that night. Besides, we are all men, so your expression and posture are not right?"

"That's right, that lunatic didn't look at me, but it always felt weird. That eye was really scary."

The three of them and one cat finished chatting and walked to the classroom. There was no way they didn't want to take Moody's class anymore. Defense Against the Dark Arts class was not an elective class.

After entering the classroom, the black cat jumped onto the desk. He has always had a habit of choosing a seat, that is, the position near the window, and it is the one with the longest sunshine time in the entire classroom. Basically, the little lions and little snakes in the same class all know it With this habit of his, no one has the heart to keep cats from basking in the sun, right?

The thick flannel cushion was taken out by the black cat from the 'Sleep Dead Cat 3000' and placed on the table. He happily raised his tail, stretched his paws, moved the cushion, lay on it, and finally took it out An exquisite tray full of small dried fish, with one paw down, there are three small dried fish caught between the cat's fingers...

"Why is Neville a little unhappy today?" Putting down the "Dark Forces: A Guide to Self-Defense" in his hand, Harry noticed that Neville was listless and hunched over.

"He was imprisoned by Snape again today because he burned the cauldron." Ron lay on the table, flipping through the textbooks boredly, "Snape has a very bad temper recently. Everyone knows that he wants to teach the black arts." Defense is not a day or two, and I think he is more afraid of Moody."

Harry shook his head, Neville is always like this, every day he is not distracted, but he is on the way of distraction, and he is very dull.

While waiting for the professor to arrive, the whole classroom was surprisingly quiet, especially the little snakes, who obediently flipped through the textbooks and previewed the lessons.

thud thump, everyone in the classroom looked towards the door, a claw-like wooden foot stepped in first, and then the big blood-red eyeball caught their attention.

"What is this? "Dark Power: A Guide to Self-Defense"?" As soon as he entered, he picked up the textbook in front of Neville and flipped through it roughly, "Listen, according to this, you will die faster and worse !"

"Let me introduce myself first, Alastor Moody, a retired Auror, all Slytherin students should have heard of me."

"Your ex-professor, Remus Lupine, wrote to me about the progress of your studies, and to be honest, I am very disappointed."

"Boggarts? Red hats? Hinkpunk? Even werewolves? Haha!" He laughed nervously, making the scars on his face even more distorted. "This course is all about dealing with dark magic creatures? Let me tell you, wizards, there are far more terrifying things than these."

The little wizards whispered to each other and discussed in a low voice. They found that Professor Moody not only had a terrifying face, but also had some mental problems.

"You know too little about black magic. No one knows more about black magic than me. Don't forget who I am. Therefore, in this class, I am going to let you see the real black magic!"

As soon as his words fell, the little wizards in the classroom booed. Most of them had never seen black magic, and their understanding of black magic was limited to superficial cognition, such as death upon touch, cruel blood, etc. of.

Moody took out a glass bottle from the drawer of the podium, which contained three palm-sized black spiders. He opened the lid and stretched his left hand in. He grabbed one and spread it on his hand. He took out his wand with his right hand and pointed at the spider. Imprisonment spell cast.

"Okay, who will tell me what are the Three Unforgivable Curses? Who! Hurry up!" His big blood-red eyeballs rolled around.

Since this eyeball was repaired by Macon, it has become different. The original black and white picture turned blood red, which made him very uncomfortable, especially when he was in the castle at night, the dark castle, the blood red The sight always makes him shudder.

Ron flinched back with an ugly face, spider!It was something he was afraid of, and he had been like this since he was a child. When he was three years old, Fred and George turned the teddy bear in his arms into a big spider, which left a psychological shadow ever since.

"Just you, your name is Ron Weasley?" His strangeness aroused Moody's interest, "I know your father, and he did me a favor recently, come on, be brave."

"I, I heard from my father, the Imperius Curse!"

Ron kept staring at the spider in Moody's hand, and said the name of the spell.

"Are you afraid of spiders?" Moody limped towards Ron, put the spider in his hand in front of Ron, and pointed at it with his wand, "Out of body!"

The big spider under the Imperius Curse waved the magic wand in Moody's hand, spewed out spider silk in the air, swung around, landed on the podium, and jumped up and down with its eight long thin legs. dance.

The little wizards were all amused by the spider's movements, but Moody had a cold face covered with scars.

"Is this funny?" He yelled, and all the little wizards were taken aback. "Then what if it is?"

Directed by his wand, the big spider jumped into the transparent water glass on the podium, which everyone could see clearly.

It didn't struggle, but contracted its eight spider legs, sank into the water, and stayed quietly at the bottom of the water until it floated up after dying.