The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

On Professor McGonagall's dining table, two cats, one black and one white, are cuddling together, eating the food handed over by the professor. The dinner has not yet started, and only the professor's table is served with delicious food. She doesn't want the cat to be hungry Belly, listen to Dumbledore's tirade.

"It's a beautiful dance. Let's welcome our northern friends, the proud sons of Durmstrang, and their principal, Igor Karkaroff!"

Dumbledore saw that Beauxbaton's girls were all sitting at the Ravenclaw table, and continued to invite another magic school into the banquet.

Boom!Boom!Boom! ···

The wizard of Durmstrang hit the ground with a stick, a lot of sparks came out, and the momentum was extraordinary. After entering the auditorium, he even danced the stick out of the afterimage, somersaulting for a while, and Thomas circling for a while, until their principal After taking Krum into the auditorium, they stopped and sat at the Slytherin table.

The little wizards were stunned, but obviously they were not as interested as Beauxbaton's girls before, but the little witches cheered, especially Krum who followed Karkaroff, their eyes were almost all looked at him.

Harry secretly looked at Ginny and breathed a sigh of relief, while Ron looked at Padma, took a breath, turned his head and said in a sour tone: "Harry, how could Padma do this! Look at her eyes , staring at Krum all the time! It's not fair!"

"Ron, maybe it's because Krum is a celebrity, like an idol to Padma? Just like you are so obsessed with him? Oh, no, obsessed!"

"Enough! He's not my idol anymore! I found out I hate him so much, so be it!"

Ron lay prone on the table, like a frosted eggplant, and fell down.

"Next, the director of the Department of International Magic Cooperation of our Ministry of Magic, Mr. Barty Crouch, will introduce the detailed rules of this triwizard competition!"

Barty Crouch came forward, and was about to speak, when lightning and thunder started from the ceiling of the auditorium, causing the little wizards in the auditorium to scream, and Moody limped out, drew out his wand and issued a Distorted lightning hit the ceiling, bringing it back to normal.

Principal Durmstrang, Igor Karkaroff, who was sitting next to Snape, stared at Alastor Moody with his piercing eyes, and looked a little flustered when he became alert.

Crouch coughed twice, and continued his speech. The little wizards started booing below when he said the age, and Crouch had no choice but to ask Dumbledore for help.

"It seems that none of you are satisfied with this condition." Dumbledore walked to a jewel-studded, magnificent small gold spire, and as the Elder Wand in his hand fell, the spire slowly melted from the top, and finally revealed He took out a goblet with blue flames, "Goblet of Fire, whoever wants to participate in the Triwizard Tournament, writes his school and name on the parchment, successfully throws it into the goblet, and is recognized by the Goblet of Fire, You can participate!"

"But!" He paused again, and looked seriously at the young wizards present, "Before you throw your names in, please think clearly, once you choose, you must never go back on your word!"

"In order to prevent those underage students from being tempted, I will draw lines around the Goblet of Fire. I hope you will not try to break the rules. This competition is not a child's play! Each school will select a Warriors participate in the Triwizard Tournament, and the registration period will end after the Halloween dinner."

After Dumbledore finished speaking, he signaled that everyone could eat. The little wizards were already starving. Today’s dinner was different from the previous ones. There were many foreign dishes on the table, which made them very happy, but they still couldn’t stop. Shut their mouths.

"Fred and George's aging potion has been prepared a long time ago." Ron slammed the delicious food into his mouth and swallowed hard, "Harry, do you think they can succeed?"

"I don't think it's possible. It's not some hard-to-brew potion, and haven't you discovered it? Why do you have to be 17 years old to participate? There was no such statement before. This is obviously aimed at someone, such as me, don't forget Now, every school year will not be peaceful, maybe this is the disaster of this year! Yes, it is a disaster."

Harry swallowed the food in his mouth and told Ron what he thought.

"Harry, I think you're right. When you say that, I get excited. If I don't have a big event every year, I might feel uncomfortable all over."

The two held up the fruit juice and touched each other, and drank it in one gulp, which seemed a bit free and easy. Maybe they have been numb by what happened in the past few years?

"Dumbledore, I'm still a little worried about my Pegasus," Madame Maxime said, finishing the dinner hastily, "They need a clean and comfortable stable, you have seen their size, and these Pegasus only drink single malt whiskey. "

"Oh, Madam Maxime, don't worry, that is our professor of protection of magical animals, Rubeus Hagrid."

Dumbledore, put down the knife, and pointed to Hagrid, who was sitting next to Professor Flitwick on the right.

"Mr. Hagrid, please take care of them."

Madam Maxim looked at Hagrid and breathed a sigh of relief. Since entering the auditorium just now, she has been attracted by his tall body.

Hagrid was so excited that he couldn't speak. He nodded with a silly smile, stared at Madam Maxime intently, swallowed the food in his mouth hastily, wanted to take another bite, and inserted the fork in his left hand without even looking at it.

what! ~

Professor Flitwick let out a scream, Hagrid's fork was stuck in the back of his hand...

After the dinner, the professors ordered the prefects to lead the little wizards back to their dormitories, and they also arranged for the students from the other two schools to live.

Karkaroff led Durmstrang's students out of the table and walked towards the door. He inadvertently saw Harry, and the lightning-shaped scar caught his attention. Is this Harry Potter?He froze in place, blocking the students behind him.

"What?" Moody limped forward, "That's Harry Potter, you read that right!"

"Moody!" He roared, but said nothing, anger and fear were intertwined on his face, and with a final wave of his hand, he led the students out of the auditorium.

Moody watched him leave, with a strong killing intent in his eyes!

Macon and Hermione didn't go back to the hut, it was raining heavily outside, and the two of them were in cat form again, and they didn't want to go out anymore, so they were taken back to the dormitory by Professor McGonagall.

"Oh, let me see, the temperature is just right."

Professor McGonagall prepared hot water and carried the two cats into the bathtub. The warm bath water made them relax. One black and one white cats scratched the water in the bathtub, and Professor McGonagall showed a satisfied look.

Seeing her happy look, Macon and Hermione just let her play with it, but Professor McGonagall is really good at taking care of cats, especially in cleaning the ear canals. The professional way made them purr for enjoyment.

The scene where Macon and Hermione squatted on the bed and smoothed each other's hair after being washed made Professor McGonagall smile even more. They really looked like their own children.

Professor McGonagall was lying on the bed, leaning against the head of the bed, putting the two cats on the quilt, stroking their fur, and telling a bedtime story.

"It is said that on a high mountain in the magic garden, there is a spring called the Spring of Good Luck. People who have been baptized by the spring will have permanent good luck. There are many unfortunate poor people gathered there, and they all want to be baptized by the spring. ···”

Professor McGonagall's story didn't finish. Her voice became smaller and smaller, intermittently, and finally came the sound of even breathing.

This story is a familiar bedtime story for little wizards, and Macon and Hermione have also read it. In the end, those unfortunate people, on the way to find the fountain of good luck, all realized their wishes through their own efforts. Mouth spring water, there is no magical ability.

"Macon, the professor is already asleep." The white cat looked at the black cat and whispered, "Help her, she must be uncomfortable falling asleep like this."

Macon shook his tail, and the levitation spell made Professor McGonagall levitate. After she slowly lay flat, the quilt also slowly fell down. The two cats helped her tuck the corners of the quilt, one on the left and one on the right, and curled up beside the pillow. , into dreamland.

Early the next morning, many little wizards rushed to the hall. Macon, Hermione, Harry, Ron, Seamus, etc., as long as they had a good relationship with the Weasley twins, they all rushed here. They all came to see The Weasleys had been looking forward to this day for a long time.

In the middle of the foyer, the Goblet of Fire was placed, and there was a circle of magic lines on the ground.

Fred and George stood on the steps, each holding a bottle of aging potion in their hands, and all the little wizards were at their leisure, looking forward to the next performance.