The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Early in the morning, Macon and Hermione were woken up by the noise, and the snow was still falling outside the window, and the snow on the ground was thick.

Filch was shoveling the snow on the road with a shovel, and from time to time, a little wizard would throw snowballs on the path he had cleaned, which made Filch scream in anger.

In the dormitory, one person and one cat had already woken up, and the salamander in the fireplace was spewing flames intermittently.Macon and Hermione huddled in the bed, unwilling to get up, and Hagrid's tanned bearskin mattress was indeed very warm.

"Gu~gu~" Macon's stomach protested, and Mao Mao got out of the quilt sleepily.

"Hermione, get up soon, I just heard you making 'poof' and 'poof' sounds in the bed."

"Ah ~ Macon! It's because you're hungry that I didn't make that sound!"

"Oh? Just no sound?"

"Macon!~"

After breakfast, the young wizards from various colleges hurried towards the Quidditch field as if they had made an agreement.

"Huh? Why did they all go out together?" Hermione asked Harry and Ron suspiciously.

"I heard from the seniors that they are going to have a snowball fight on the Quidditch field!" Ron excitedly pulled Harry, "Let's go! Let's go too."

Hermione hugged Macon helplessly and followed. When they arrived at the arena, they were already playing in full swing.

The boys kept making snowballs with Transfiguration, throwing them back and forth with the Levitation spell. Fred and George were even more exaggerated. They wrapped rotten eggs in snowballs and kept throwing them at Slytherin. The snakes were so smelly that they almost vomited out their breakfast.

The girls gathered around to build a snowman, and Hermione played with them while hugging Macon. After a while, a huge elk was piled up.

The bored Macon squatted on the elk's head basking in the sun, thinking about what to eat at noon, when he was hit by a huge snowball!

After a scream of "meow", Macon stuck his head in the snow, and Hermione hurried forward to pull it out.

After fully waking up, Macon felt endless anger in his heart, these little bastards!If I don't show off my power, you think I'm a fat tiger?

Macon's tail swayed at the ice and snow elk. The elk's horns stretched and deformed quickly. The last two long bullet chains passed through the top and hung on the ground. The 12 round ice and snow barrels rotated slowly. On the elk's head, a cat's paw holds a handful of ice and snow Gatling.

The Ice and Snow Elk has been transformed by the transformation technique, and quickly rushes to the battlefield. The snow on the ground is continuously turned into snowballs through the bullet chain to supply and launch.

"Come on, feel the despair!" Maomao pressed the trigger, and fist-sized snowballs swarmed out from the 12 gun barrels, shooting at the little wizards continuously.

"Look, George, what is that! This is so cool!" Fred first spotted Macon, "No, I'm Fred, we're from the same camp, don't hit me!"

Red-eyed cats don't care which faction you belong to, and don't even think about ending up as a snowman!

The screams of the young wizards continued to be heard on the Quidditch field, and the snowdrifts continued to increase.

"Oh, what an excellent transfiguration!" Professor McGonagall said while holding up a telescope in the office of the transfiguration class.

"Well done, Macon, what an excellent levitation spell!" In the Charms Office, Professor Feliway said holding up his binoculars.

"Huh? What a terrifying storage of magic power! The students at Christmas are really energetic." In the principal's office, Dumbledore said holding up the binoculars.

"Wt?" In the Potions office, Snape held up the cauldron... Well, his office is in the dungeon.

After lunch, the young wizards who left the school boarded the Hogwarts Express one after another, and the bustling campus became deserted.Macon sent Hermione off at the station and returned to the auditorium. He wanted to help Professor Feliway decorate the auditorium.

"Hi ~ Macon, it's vacation, would you like to come and live with me, I think we'll have a good time!" Hagrid dragged the fir tree into the cafeteria.

"Okay, Hagrid, I won't go tonight, I'll go find you tomorrow morning." Macon fixed the fir tree that Hagrid dragged in with the Levitation Charm.

"I know, you will receive many presents tonight!"

"Hagrid, I have a present for you too."

"Oh, Macon, you are really my friend. There are still two firs left, so I will go to work first."

Macon gave Hagrid mead, which the Towesley twins had bought in Hogsmeade.

As night fell and Christmas decorations floated over the Great Hall, Macon hopped onto Dumbledore's table to send his festive wishes.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Principal."

"Merry Christmas, sorry Macon, maybe I shouldn't have kept you at Hogwarts during the holidays."

"It's all right, Mr. Headmaster. I like it here too. I'll go to Hagrid's cabin tomorrow."

"Well, Hagrid is a big guy, but unexpectedly he is a kind person. He is very suitable as a friend. I don't think he would mind taking you around Diagon Alley or Hogsmeade." Dumbledore picked up a glass of juice Put it in front of Macon, "Macon, come and accompany me tonight, this old guy, now you should enjoy the food."

After dinner, Dumbledore returned to the principal's office with Macon in his arms. After Maomao entered, he went straight to Fox lying in his nest. Fox's body always exuded the warmth of the sun.

"Macon, you really know how to find a place. Now I have to be busy with some things. Wait a little longer, and I will take you to a place." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he began to write on the desk.

Macon was lying on the bird's nest, constantly taking out some medicinal materials from the backpack to feed Fox. These medicinal materials were dug by cats when they were hunting in the Forbidden Forest.

Maomao doesn't know why there are so many medicinal materials in the Forbidden Forest, such as the ginseng he just took out, which is the same size as a white radish and has grown for at least a thousand years.

Dumbledore looked at the ginseng that Macon took out from the corner of his eyes, and twitched his eyes. He was sure that this ginseng must have been dug deep in the Forbidden Forest. There was a centaur tribe there, but no horses had been received yet. People's reports indicate that the black cat has not been found yet.

Fox stared at the big white radish in Maomao's hand with wide eyes, here you go!The bird's claws stretched out and retracted quickly, Macon only saw an afterimage passing by, and the white radish in his hand disappeared.

Macon looked at Fox who was devouring, and looked at Dumbledore suspiciously, "Mr. Headmaster, how long has it been since your bird has been fed?"

The white devil with black lines all over his head continued to write, and said that he didn't want to talk to the black cat.

Fox, who quickly gnawed the white radish, turned into a flame amidst a burst of resonant chirping.The orange-red flame didn't burn anything. Macon watched this scene in shock from the bird's nest. He knew that Fox was in nirvana.

When the flame faded to reveal an ugly and cute baby bird, Macon curiously used his paws to overturn Fox, and then waited for it to stand up angrily.

"Okay, kid, don't bother Fox anymore, it needs to rest now." Dumbledore picked up Macon, "Let's go, I'll take you to a good place."