The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"You, Gildero, why did you suddenly become so scary?" Skeeter looked around in a panic. The interior of the store was very spacious and there were no partitions at all, which made it impossible for her to find a place to hide.

Gildero ignored her, but turned around and walked to the coffee room, and handed a cup of black tea to Macon.

"The craftsmanship has improved again." Macon took a sip and was very satisfied with Gildero's performance. He turned to look at Skeeter, "Ms. Skeeter, as I said, I appreciate your ability very much and need you Serve me like Gilderoy Lockhart."

"You, don't even think about it! And you! Gildero! I have helped you so many times before, do you really have the heart to attack me? Without me, none of your dirty deeds can be covered up!"

She looked at Gildero bitterly, this ungrateful villain was approaching her step by step.

"Rita, please don't worry, we won't hurt you, my master treats people very generously, he is always very kind!"

Rita Skeeter was terrified as Gilderoy walked slowly towards her with a look of ecstasy on his face.

Skeeter leaned against the wall and could not retreat, Gildero climbed her head with both hands, her panic did not last long, there was a crisp click, and the head shrugged and pulled down.

Gildero carried her on his shoulders and followed Macon to the second basement floor. In his excited expression, Rita Skeeter, who had just broken her cervical spine, came back to life.

"Oh, praise my master, your miracles are so amazing no matter how many times you see them!" Gildero clapped his hands, and he was never stingy in his praise of Macon.

After waking up, Rita Skeeter didn't feel any discomfort except that the position of the boy opposite her had become unshakable in her heart. It should be said that she felt better.

In her 40s, her loose skin became elastic again, and in addition to the familiar magic power, there was an energy she had never known before.

"About your report, I think you should know how to write it. Gildero will show you around this shop later and introduce our alchemy dolls and human relationships to you."

"Yes, Lord, master." Rita said a little stiffly, "Sorry, I'm still not used to it."

"Don't call me master, just call me boss, I won't restrict your freedom, you can enjoy life to the fullest, it's very long."

Macon doesn't have the habit of being called master by others, as for Gilderoy?

"Praise my master, you really love your servant the most, I, Gilderoy Lockhart, am willing to do it for you..."

Macon patted his forehead and entered the elevator. He didn't completely get rid of Guidero's flattery until the elevator door closed. One Guidero was enough to annoy him.

On the basement floor, two production-type alchemy dolls have already made a lot of metal skeletons, and they are of different sizes. Macon needs some dolls for display, so as to better attract customers. He does not intend to make that kind of doll The dolls are exactly the same, but they plan to take the high-end customization route.

He selected 8 suitable metal skeletons, stirred his brains, and shaped them according to the style of those two-dimensional cute girls in his previous life, which took him a lot of time.

Housework-type alchemy dolls not only handle housework, they are also endowed with language abilities and a single personality.

In order to make them more flexible, Macon created a kind of alchemy solvent. He prefers to call these solvents nutrient solution. This nutrient solution can penetrate silica gel, but it will not dissolve silica gel. It can protect silica gel. function, and make the silicone more flexible, it will flow through the special stomach pouch to where they should go.

After two weeks of hard work, the first batch of 8 housekeeping maid dolls were finally successfully produced. They are busy in an orderly manner in the store, and occasionally have simple exchanges.

"Boss, these dolls are simply amazing, such cute faces, such soft skin, such beautiful voices... I love them so much!"

Gilderoy Lockhart clasped his hands together and put them next to his ears, twisting his whole body like a shaking noodle, which once made Macon think that he had awakened some great and strange attributes.

The report of Rita Skeeter was also spread all over the streets and alleys through the Daily Prophet, but there are still very few people who come to customize dolls. Macon is not in a hurry, and new things always take some time for people to accept.

The signboard outside the shop has also been done. The name is called Black and White Cat Puppet Hall. The logo is that two cats, one black and one white, are close together, and the tips of the two tails are connected to form a heart shape.

Different colors of lights are lit in the store to match the themes of coffee shop, study room, living room, and greenhouse. The huge transparent glass in front allows you to see the scene inside well.

Macon lay on the counter wagging his tail, watching those wizards pointing outside the shop, but they refused to come in, some even lay directly on the glass, staring inside with wide eyes.

At this moment, a squat witch walked in. She was wearing a purple wizard robe, and Macon recognized her at a glance.

"Dear Mrs. Malkin, I didn't expect you to be the first person to walk into this shop!"

"You are Macon! It's been a long time since Professor McGonagall brought you here to buy clothes. The floral skirt you wore that day is still deeply imprinted in my mind!"

Macon's voice stunned Mrs. Malkin for a moment, and she remembered it after seeing the other party's black cat ears and tail!

When Macon heard the back, his face was covered with black lines, it would be right if he didn't go looking for you!

"My God! My God! This is the alchemy doll? No, no, no! This is not a doll! They are more beautiful than humans! This is simply a work of art!"

Madam Mojin saw the 8 alchemy puppets walking towards her, and screamed in shock.

"Welcome to the Black and White Cat Doll House, we are housework alchemy dolls, we can handle it for you..."

"Ah! The dolls are talking! They are talking!"

Madam Malkin had lost control of her facial expressions, which made her look a little funny.

"Calm down, Madam Malkin, not only can they talk, you can touch their hands."

Macon appeased Mrs. Malkin, those dolls heard his words, and stretched out their hands in front of Mrs. Malkin.

She first touched it lightly with her fingers, and then slowly held the doll's palm. She jumped suddenly, and Macon's tail almost exploded in fright.

"Hot, hot? Is it hot? They're not puppets! This, is this a real person?"

Mrs. Malkin stammered, she was really shocked. Although Mrs. Malkin had never seen a real doll, the elders in the family told her when she was a child, what is an alchemy doll, those wooden dolls They are often used as models for fitting clothes.

"Mrs. Malkin, this is the masterpiece of Master Nicole Flamel. They are indeed alchemy puppets."

Hearing Mr. Flamel's name brought Mrs. Malkin back to her senses, which made her no longer doubt the authenticity of the alchemy doll in front of her.