The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Panting, Hermione ran to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom floor. There was a crowd of people crowded at the door. Dumbledore and the professor stood dumbfounded at the door, and her heart was in her throat.

This is really bad, we have to think of a way to help Macon out of the siege, yes!dark magic!Alastor Moody cast the Three Unforgivable Curses in front of minor wizards. Both Gryffindor and Slytherin wizards can testify, but if you just make a fuss about this one, Macon will be fine.

Hermione didn't know that Draco had already implemented what she thought of.

Many rules and regulations flashed through her mind one by one, but when she pushed away from the crowd and saw the situation in the classroom, all of them disappeared...

"The curse stops immediately!" Dumbledore was the first to see it no longer. He went forward to cast the spell to break it, but it didn't work. "All curses end!"

The golden light even illuminated the entire classroom, but Moody kept dancing.

"Macon, make him stop!"

Dumbledore has no choice, Moody's current situation is definitely not the effect of magic.

"Okay, Mr. Principal." Macon snapped his fingers and withdrew the spirituality from Moody's body, and the other party fell to the ground with a plop, panting heavily.

"What happened here?" Dumbledore walked forward to check Moody's status, "Is this the Cruciatus Curse and the Imperius Curse? Macon, you cast the Three Unforgivable Curses here?"

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!" Macon waved his hand again and again with an innocent face, pointing to a wand on the ground, "Professor Moody put it on himself, if you don't believe me, you can check our wand , I can assure you that there are not a few traces of the three Unforgivable Curses on that wand."

Dumbledore scowled, you have a fart wand!Macon will not be aimless, why does this old friend use black magic?This baffled him.

"Albus, I trust Macon, he won't mess around, I got a report that Moody is teaching black magic in the classroom, we can check his wand first."

Professor McGonagall looked at Moody, who was lying on the ground, with a look of disgust. As long as people are not dead, kittens can't be bullied.

"I agree with Professor McGonagall's suggestion. This man is weird everywhere. I can feel the traces of black magic in that wand from afar. He shouldn't be a professor. The most suitable identity for him is a prisoner! In Azka class!"

Snape doesn't care what kind of moths you have here, as long as the position of Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts is vacant, in the whole of Hogwarts, only he is the most suitable for this position. After speaking, he gestured to Draco with his eyes.

"Mr. Headmaster, we Slytherins can all testify! Professor Moody used the Unforgivable Curse in class!"

Draco must be on Macon's side, and his own dean has signaled that he immediately stood up to testify against Moody on behalf of Slytherin.

"Yes! Mr. Principal, we Gryffindors can also testify!"

"Yes, Mr. Principal, we have never seen such terrible black magic. He picked up his wand and cast spells on himself."

"Ah, that scene was terrible! Look, how frightened Neville was."

The cubs are not afraid of making a big fuss at all, the bigger the trouble, the more excited they are.

"Enough! Shut up!" Dumbledore roared. "Alastor Moody is a retired Auror. He can't use black magic at will. I will investigate this matter."

"Mr. Principal, why don't we ask the person involved first." Macon flicked the cat's tail, and poured a pool of water on Moody's face, "He doesn't seem to be unconscious yet."

Shocked by the cold water, Moody came back to his senses, he bit the tip of his tongue, and the severe pain made his brain clear.

"I, I was just trying to demonstrate it to them, but I accidentally got caught. Maybe it's because I'm old."

He struggled to get up, wanting to prove that he was fine, the physical and mental torture made it impossible for him to do this, but miraculously, he managed to sit up successfully.

"Look, I'm fine. I just need to go back and rest. I don't even need to go to the medical room."

"No, Alastor, you'd better let Madam Pomfrey take a look for you, in case there are any hidden dangers..."

"Albus, although I am old, this injury is not worth mentioning to me. I have experienced countless battles in my life, you know."

Dumbledore looked at Moody, he didn't know why this old friend was like this, is it really as he said?The character and hobbies of the other party are exactly the same as the old friends he knows, this cannot be fake.

Dumbledore, who couldn't figure out why, decided to downplay the matter.

"It's all gone, don't hang around here, you're going to miss lunch!" Dumbledore shook his head, and led Moody out of the classroom.

"Slytherin!" Snape turned around and left with the little snakes. With so many witnesses, Dumbledore still chose to protect Moody, which made him very disappointed.

"Are you okay, Macon?" Professor McGonagall breathed a sigh of relief, and she patted Macon's head, "Don't use black magic unless you have to, promise me, okay?"

"Thank you, Professor McGonagall, I listen to you!" Macon gave Professor McGonagall a hug, making her smile with relief.

In the following days, although Professor Snape failed to become the official Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, because Moody needed to recuperate, he temporarily took over the class, which made the little lions who were eating melons, He complained again and again.

Life in Hogwarts returned to calm. Macon told Harry, Ron, Seamus and Draco to take good care of Hermione, and told her to take Norberta with her, and pass the "Sleep Dead Cat 3000" back in case of danger. After arriving at the hut, don't leave the black goat and so on a series of security measures.

Macon left Hogwarts and returned to Diagon Alley. At the door of the shop, he met an unexpected person.

It was a gorgeously dressed middle-aged woman, she was covered in jewels, water-green clothes matched with curly blond hair, a notebook was suspended beside her, with a green quill on it, writing non-stop , the camera in his hand frantically pressed the shutter button on Macon's new store.

Macon walked forward to look at the contents of the notebook, and it was impressively written on it: "Moral corruption? A new Mysterious Cowherd store is newly built in the bustling area of ​​Diagon Alley."

"Hello, Ms. Rita Skeeter, as the owner of this shop, I have the right to tell you that this is not a cowboy's shop. No one would open such a shop in Diagon Alley."

Macon's voice obviously frightened the other party, she turned her head suddenly, and helped her gem-studded glasses in a panic.

"Who are you? The owner of this shop?" Skeeter looked up and down at the black cat boy in front of him, "What a handsome guy."

"Thank you for your compliment. In order to satisfy your curiosity, I can take you inside to have a look."

Macon extended an invitation to her with a smile.

"I still don't go in. Your shop is mysterious and mysterious. I have never seen a decoration like this. Those black cloths remind me of some bad business."

Rita Skeeter backed away while talking, the teenager must have seen what she wrote in her notebook, she knew better than anyone what the virtue of that green quill was.

"That's such a pity. I appreciate your talent very much, especially those articles that are soul-stirring to read. In fact, what I admire most is your ability to turn into a beetle."

"Since you appreciate me so much, I'd better go in with you and have a look, um, go in and have a look."

Rita Skeeter immediately tensed up when she heard Macon mentioning the beetle. It was her greatest secret weapon, and no one knew about it. Of course, it was also her greatest weakness.

"It's you? Gildero?" Skeeter looked at the person who lifted the black cloth and opened the store door in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"Rita, come in and we'll talk." Lockhart looked at his old acquaintance happily, and motioned for her to come in quickly.

When both Macon and Skeeter entered the shop, Gildero closed the door and locked it again. After putting down the black cloth, he put away the smile on his face and looked at the woman in front of him expressionlessly.