The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

After a busy day, Macon and Hermione returned to Floating City. This year's Christmas can be said to be the happiest time they have spent in Hogwarts these years, if there is no mechanical crow in front of them.

Yes, a crow made entirely of mechanical parts, Macon met on the way back, he knew who made this thing just by looking at its appearance.

"Macon, what is that?" Hermione asked curiously.

"Mr. Flamel's messenger, you go to rest first. You don't have to wait for me tonight." Macon rubbed her hair and said with a smile, "It seems that we will go to Mr. Flamel's place first tomorrow, and then I'm going to your house again."

"Well, I miss Lelia and Felina too," Hermione thought of the pair of identical little girls, and wanted to rush to Mr. Flamel immediately, "Are you going out tonight?"

"Don't go out. I will stay in the alchemy workshop tonight. I need to prepare something and bring it to Mr. and Mrs. Flamel tomorrow."

Hermione has long been used to the fact that Macon stays in the alchemy workshop all night. A while ago, he was obsessed with researching engines and magic fuel conversion devices, basically every day.

After entering the alchemy workshop alone, Macon put the mechanical crow on the workbench, and fumbled for a while with the alchemy array on his finger. up stationery.

Macon opened it, took a closer look, and finally sighed. He took out the letter paper and wrote a reply, stuffed it into the mechanical crow's chest cavity, and the crow returned to its original shape and flew out.

He scratched his head, sat on the chair of the workbench, and thought for a long time before he spread out a piece of parchment and drew something on it. Judging from the outline, it was an eight-sided cuboid, wide at the top and wide at the bottom. narrow.

Early the next morning, Hermione woke up and subconsciously looked for the cat in the bed. After searching for a while, she realized that Macon stayed up late last night. She got dressed, went out of the bedroom, walked down the stairs, and opened the door After entering the alchemy workshop, she found that there was no one there. There was a coffin in the middle of the workshop. It was quite special, as long as one person and wide as two people.

"Macon? You, are you here?" She didn't dare to get close to the coffin, and stood at the door and shouted loudly, "Why did you make a coffin?"

The alchemy workshop was still very quiet. She bravely walked towards the coffin. The coffin was much larger than she had imagined. There was a lot of white mist, and Macon sat up stiffly from inside, looking at Hermione blankly.

"Ah!~" The ear-piercing scream made Macon wake up instantly.

"Hermione, stop screaming, I'm fine!" He quickly climbed out and comforted her, "Look, I'm fine, fine!"

"You, what are you doing lying in the coffin? You're so cold!" Hermione pinched him, then looked into his eyes, "What's wrong with your eyes? So red? Also, why did you do that?" Open the coffin, we are not going to Mr. Flamel today..."

Speaking of this, she suddenly froze for a moment, yes, thinking of the LeMays, Hermione fell silent. With her intelligence, how could she not guess what happened?She just didn't want to think about it.

"Okay, Hermione, don't be sad. They are just too tired and want to sleep. The LeMays are over 600 years old. It's time to rest."

Macon closed the coffin and put it into the white cat hairpin. He found that Hermione was still bowing her head. He walked forward and raised her head. He found a pair of big red eyes that were about to gush out water. She took him into his arms and patted her on the back lightly.

"But, but this is too sudden..."

"Don't worry, they really want to sleep, I assure you!"

Two black unicorn carriages carried Macon and Hermione out of the floating city and rushed towards Mr. Flamel's house. As soon as the carriage landed, Hermione rushed into Mr. Flamel's house.

"Grandpa Nico, here comes the black cat father and the white cat mother." It was Lelia who opened the door for her. The little girl has grown to eight or nine years old, and she is still a very small one. "Come in quickly, grandpa." Grandma has been talking about you all morning."

"Are you Lelia?" Hermione looked at her ponytail on the left side, tentatively called her name, and hugged her, "Did you celebrate Christmas yesterday?"

Hermione looked at the room where yesterday's Christmas decorations were still placed. Mr. Flamel and his wife were sitting on the sofa, talking and laughing. They didn't seem to have any sadness.

"Well, I'm Lelia," she pointed to the left ponytail on her finger, and then pointed to her younger sister who was lying on the floor mat and stuffing candy into her mouth, "She's Felina, she loves candy and is afraid of losing her teeth !"

"Hermione, hurry up and sit here," Mrs. Flamel beckoned her to sit down, grabbed a handful of candy from the coffee table and stuffed it in her hand, looking at her happily.

Macon parked the carriage, walked in, and sat next to Mr. Flamel, "Fielina, glutton, hurry up and let Dad hug you!"

"Felina is not a glutton!" She angrily stuffed the candy on the floor mat into her pocket, and threw herself into Macon's arms, coquettishly.

"Mr. Flamel, it seems that you and your wife are in a good mood today." Macon looked at the relaxed Mr. Flamel and asked solemnly, "Are you sure?"

"Yes, Macon, this day should have come 500 years ago. We are too tired. That kind of fatigue has penetrated into the marrow and entangled the soul." Mr. LeMay sighed, but he was still in a good mood. Wait for someone else, are things ready?"

"Ready, as you requested."

"Don't take it out for now, I'm afraid the two little guys will ask me what it is? It will embarrass me, and I don't dare to build it secretly. The alchemy workshop below has basically become their playground. "

"By the way, and this one, it shouldn't disappear with me," Mr. Flamel took out a slender cane on the other side of the sofa. The head of the stick was a black cat's head, and two yellow eyes were inlaid. Two green gemstones, the black rod looks like metal, "I changed the head of the rod, you should need this, it stayed with me for a long time when I was young, and I used it to drive away Many rivals!"

Macon took the cane with both hands, just as he thought, this cane is not light at all, and even exceeds the weight it should have on the material, Macon carefully observes some places under the head of the stick, according to his thinking , isn't it normal to hide something in the cane?

"What are you looking at? Do you think it can be opened here? There is a hidden sword?" Mr. Flamel looked at him amusedly, "You don't need to look there, it can't be opened there."

"Mr. Flamel, I can feel something inside," Macon smiled and looked at Mr. Flamel.

"There is indeed a mechanism here." Mr. Flamel took back the cane again, pointed the tip of the cane forward, and silently, a black sword blade popped out from the end of the cane. The blade surface ranged from wide to thin. It is very long, with a one-meter cane and a one-meter sword blade. Its total length exceeds two meters. "This blade can be retracted. It is made of meteorite. My father's favorite thing, and later passed it on to me. , but I only use it as a walking stick."

"Take it, it's worth more than that." Mr. LeMay threw the cane to Macon, "The old friend is here, I'll open the door for him."