The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Good afternoon, ma'am." Macon shook Mrs. Longbottom's hand. "I'm Macon, Neville's classmate. Nice to meet you."

"You're welcome, son, wizards are seldom happy to see me," Mrs. Longbottom looked disgusted, "They wish to hide away, since Neville's parents had an accident, I seldom appear in front of people. "

"If you don't mind, can you take me to see Neville's parents?"

Macon made the request with a smile. He was not worried that Mrs. Longbottom would reject this excessive request.

"Oh, of course, they are my pride, welcome anytime, you are much better than those hypocritical wizards."

After Mrs. Longbottom finished speaking, she walked towards the stairs. Neville's grandma was already very old. Although she walked upstairs with some strenuous steps, she still insisted not to touch the handrail of the stairs, so Macon didn't go to help, but just followed behind her.

"You are very good. If you dare to come and help me, I will break your cat's leg!"

"Mrs. Longbottom, you are not old yet. I don't think so."

On the fifth floor of St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries, the Department of Spell Injuries. After the two entered this floor, various noises could be heard everywhere.

"Don't pay attention to those voices," Mrs. Longbottom looked at the curious Macon. "There are a lot of patients who have been cursed here, but this is much better than before. At that time, the aisles of the wards would be crowded with lunatics."

"You mean the magical war waged by the Death Eaters in 70 years?"

"Well, it lasted until 81. At that time, it was overcrowded all day long. Those damned Death Eaters, it was wrong to imprison Azkaban. Give them a good time!"

Mrs. Longbottom sighed, and led Macon into a ward. Two haggard people, a man and a woman, were sitting on the hospital bed. They leaned together with expressionless faces, holding colorful super blowers Po Bubble Gum Wrappers.

"They are my pride! Although they are crazy," Mrs. Longbottom's voice was a little proud, and the voice was a little louder than before, "I will take good care of them. The only thing that worries me is Neville. I always want to stop He came to visit his parents, and that affected his development."

"Mrs. Longbottom, I think Neville is not as bad as you think. His outstanding performance in herbal medicine has won the favor of Head Hufflepuff, Professor Sprout."

"Herbology? Then what's the use of learning it?" Mrs. Longbottom disagreed. "Frank and Alice are elite Aurors! Neville should be like his parents!"

"You're wrong for saying that," Macon smiled and looked at Mrs. Longbottom, "Your love for Neville is touching, but you ignore his feelings. Neville was brought up by you alone. Do you think you have cultivated him into the cowardly, inferior, and dull character you have now, is it completely contrary to your ideal Neville?"

"Needless to say, it's something like his disappointment," Macon saw that Mrs. Longbottom opened her mouth and was about to refute him, "I don't think you have ever encouraged Neville, but only endless analogies and scolding, that's not enough Let him grow up, but it will make his character worse. There is a lack of communication between you. What Neville needs is the encouragement and approval of others. The person who is most eager to get praise for him is none other than you, Longbottom lady."

"But his talent is really bad. How can he become an excellent Auror like this?"

"Neville's talent is not bad, what he lacks is determination, a determination to become stronger, which is exactly the opposite of the negative effect brought about by your training method, every time you use others to compare him, he will feel that there are more people in front of him. He built an insurmountable mountain, and now surrounded by mountains, he can't breathe, how do you let him grow up?"

"As for the Aurors? Mrs. Longbottom, why does he have to be an Auror? To avenge his parents? Or do you want him to kill all the Death Eaters?"

"Do you want your grandson to be an avenger? Live in hatred all your life?" The smile on Macon's face never changed, and he walked towards Mrs. Longbottom step by step, "Or do you want your grandson to become an executioner, full of Bloody hands?"

"I, I just want him to be a good person, just like his parents, to be a hero!"

Mrs. Longbottom, sitting backwards in a chair, she never thought about why she made Neville an Auror, she just thought that Frank and Alice, as parents, did a good job and would rather die than surrender as Death Eaters Threatened, that is her pride, that is justice, that is the quality that the Longbottom family should have.

Their child, Neville, should be the same as his parents, and even better than his parents.

"It is not necessary to defeat the Death Eaters and rebel against the Dark Lord to be a hero, but anyone who practices heroic qualities can be called a hero!"

After Macon finished speaking, he turned and looked at the Longbottom couple on the hospital bed. After the spirituality diverged and entered their bodies, there was no problem with the brain and body, but the soul had already become dilapidated. With the continuous infusion of spirituality, it nourished the damaged body. The soul, their stiff expressions, loosened slightly.

The floating spell put them back on the hospital bed, covered them with quilts, rolled up the Super Blowing Bubble Gum wrappers that fell on the floor, and neatly stacked them on the bedside table.

"Their souls have been severely traumatized, and every once in a while I will come over and help them repair it."

"You, you can cure them?" Madam Longbottom looked at Macon in shock, "Do they still have a chance to recover?"

"Recovery is impossible, but it's okay to cure them." Macon hesitated and decided to tell her, "I can restore their souls, which can only restore their sanity. After curing, they will most likely forget A lot of things, it's going to take a long time."

"Good! Good! Good! It's already a miracle to be able to return to a normal person! I, I..."

"You don't need to pay me, and you don't need to thank me." Macon looked seriously at the overwhelmed Mrs. Longbottom, "I just did what I could, which is also a kind of hero!"

Looking at Macon leaving the ward, Mrs. Longbottom fell silent. She had never seen such a strange boy in most of her life.

Those words of truth that went straight to the heart shattered her life values ​​that had been stubborn for decades. She never realized that her education for Neville was so bad. Earth-shattering feats, only need selfless dedication, do one's best, and dare to practice noble qualities can become a hero!

Macon came to Hogsmeade village and turned back into a black cat. Walking on the path back to Hogwarts Castle, the tip of his tail wagging left and right can be seen. At this time, the black cat is very happy.

The graceful catwalk stopped suddenly, and he scratched his head, did I forget something?It shouldn't be a big deal, right?Let's go back to the castle first, it's too late for lunch.

Department of Mysteries

"Did anyone see that black cat?" The director rushed out of the office and shouted loudly, "Who saw it? Tell me quickly! Alert level five!"

"Oh, dear Mr. Secretary, we are going to have lunch, why don't you wait a little longer? Maybe that black cat met a cute blue cat on the way," the bald man took a drink from the glass on the bar And then, "They had a wonderful encounter?"

"No, no, I think the black cat must be playing hide and seek with the unknown one, maybe it will come back after dark."

"Cripple, I don't think what you said is right." The blind man covered his remaining eye and looked at the director. "That black cat must have lost its way!"

"Shut up, you guys! Go eat your lunch! I'll wait, it's a cat! It's still unknown! How could he get lost? He can also use magic, the investigation team, the investigation team hasten to investigate!"

The director's roar resounded through the Department of Mysteries and echoed for a long time.