The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

The little wizards at Hogwarts almost fell asleep. For them, no one would stay up late on Christmas Eve. A good rest is for a better tomorrow.

Harry was no exception. He would still go to 12 Grimmauld Place for Christmas. For him, it didn't matter where he slept as long as he didn't go to the Dursleys'.

Looking forward to meeting Sirius again and enjoying the wonderful holiday life with Ginny, Harry, who fell into a deep sleep, suddenly tensed up all over his body. Even in his sleep, he still knew very clearly that he Started dreaming about Voldemort again!

In the dark space, there are countless shelves on display. On the shelves, delicate brackets support transparent crystal balls. Silver-blue mist surges inside the balls. A red-haired wizard is carrying Facing Harry's side, he held up his wand and used the Illuminating Charm to explore the surroundings. The familiar figure made Harry recognize who it was at a glance!And the other party's red hair proved the other party's identity even more!

He wanted to shout out anxiously, he wanted desperately to tell Mr Weasley!Voldemort was right behind him!But no matter how hard Harry struggled, it couldn't change anything.

A white and slender thigh protruded from the light gauze black robe, and the naked soles kicked Arthur Weasley to the ground. The wand flew a long way, and then the soles of the feet came into frequent intimate contact with the opponent's cheeks!

Harry woke up with a start, sweating and panting, and his movements woke Ron quickly.

"Harry, what's wrong with you? Are you having that dream again?" Ron lay on the bed, turned his head to Harry's side, and said in a daze.

"Ron! Hurry up, let's find the professor! We have to hurry to find Dumbledore!" Harry's voice was loud, and everyone in the dormitory bedroom was awakened, "Hurry up! Don't sleep! Mr. Weasley Attacked by Voldemort!"

"What!?" Ron yelled, and jumped up suddenly, "Voldemort attacked my father?"

"I dreamed it! It's very clear that Voldemort is humiliating your father with her bare feet!" Harry put on his slippers in a panic, and rushed out of the bedroom. He wanted to find Professor McGonagall and ask her to take him to see Deng Bullido.

"Voldemort humiliated my father with her bare feet?" Ron's newly sober brain couldn't turn the corner, so he put on his slippers and chased after Harry.

When Professor McGonagall heard Harry's anxious shouting outside, he quickly put on his pajamas, took his wand and went to open the door. This floor is full of girls' dormitories. Something must have happened to Harry rushing up at this time.

"Professor! Mr. Arthur Weasley met Voldemort, and his condition is very critical. I must tell Professor Dumbledore!"

"Oh my god! Where did you get the news?" Professor McGonagall's face became serious. As a member of the Order of the Phoenix, she knew Arthur's mission tonight, "Wait a minute!"

She opened the window, fired a red firework with her wand in the direction of Floating City, and then took Harry to the principal's office immediately. In the common room, Ron was waiting there anxiously.

"Harry! Why did Voldemort use her feet to humiliate my father?" Ron's anger couldn't stop rising.

"Ron! It's too late to explain here, we're on the way! Hurry up!" Harry pulled Ron and dragged him out of the lounge, following the puzzled Professor McGonagall.

"I dreamed of Mr. Weasley tonight. He was exploring something in a dark place," Harry continued, keeping his voice as low as possible. "Voldemort sneaked up from behind and kicked him to the ground. feet, keep kicking your father's face!"

"Oh~ why did she do that?" Ron found himself unable to understand the meaning of Voldemort's doing so. "What about his death curse? Why didn't she give Dad a good time?"

"Huh?" x2 Professor McGonagall and Harry stopped at the same time, looking at Ron in shock.

"I mean, my dad was humiliated by her like this! Why don't you go straight to righteousness! This is an insult! He's insulting our Weasley family! Dad falls into her hands, and I don't know what inhuman things he will receive Treatment!" Ron's expression at this time was very complicated, including anger, sadness, fear, and even bewilderment.

Professor McGonagall sighed, and led them to the principal's office. Voldemort was famous for his cruelty. Apart from the usual Cruciatus Curse, other tormenting black magics emerged in endlessly. relief.

The red fireworks lit up outside the floating city, and there was a light explosion, and the black cat got its head out of the bed. What happened this night?

"Macon, go back to sleep. Professor McGonagall sent me a signal that I'm going to the girls' dormitory." After getting up, Hermione quickly changed her clothes and was about to leave the bedroom.

"Bring Lelia and Felina, and don't forget Norberta." The black cat's voice came from behind, and her bag flew from the bedroom. Environment, subconsciously looking for a warm place, curled up with each other.

"Understood, if I don't come back at night, you don't have to wait for me," Hermione's voice became weaker and she left in a hurry.

"Hey, I don't have to sleep tonight." The black cat stretched, jumped out of the window, and disappeared into the night with a few flutters.

In the principal's office, Harry told Dumbledore about his dream, and he was relieved.

"Evra! Doris!" Dumbledore sat up suddenly from his chair and snapped at an old painting on the wall, "What's going on over there now?"

"It's not optimistic. We started searching as soon as we heard the noise, but we didn't find anyone." In the portrait on the wall, the old witch with long silver curly hair finished speaking and shook her head.

"I have been to the eighth floor of the Ministry of Magic to look for employees there, but no one is there." The yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs named Evra walked to the side of the photo frame and disappeared there. .

"Evra and Doris are two well-known headmasters at Hogwarts," Dumbledore turned to Fox, "other important wizarding institutions also have their portraits, so they can be included in their portraits." Shuttle freely."

"Fawkes went outside to help me monitor the movement nearby." After Dumbledore finished speaking, Fox turned into a flame and disappeared on the spot.

"Phineas! Phineas! Phineas!" Calmly, Dumbledore called over and over again the figure in another portrait, a man with a goatee and a smart portrait. The witch, dressed in a silver and green Slytherin costume, was sleeping soundly at this time.

Harry looked at Dumbledore silently, Dumbledore felt very strange to him at this time, it was not the Dumbledore Harry usually saw.