The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"No! Macon! Come and save me!~" The red-haired man was Arthur Weasley, and when he saw the black cat turning to leave, he hurriedly called for help, "She is the Dark Lord!"

Voldemort dropped the whip in his hand, swung his wand quickly, and immediately unshackled Mr. Weasley, grabbed his collar with his left hand, turned around quickly, put the wand on his throat, and whispered to the black cat , "Macon, you are finally here."

"Oh?" The black cat jumped onto the torture table in the death penalty hall, and looked at Voldemort leisurely. "The commotion tonight is because of me?"

"Of course, stay there and don't move," Voldemort pulled Mr. Weasley into his arms vigilantly, and even poked his wand on his throat, "Be quiet too!"

"Honest! I must be honest!" Mr. Weasley swallowed, trying to puff up his chest, but the hand on his neck was tightly choking him, "You, me, can we stop sticking like this close!"

The softness on the back made him extremely uncomfortable. Although he knew that the other person's body was a male soul, the damn feeling was very good!

"Shut up!" Voldemort roared, took a small step back, and said to the black cat, "Macon, I want to talk to you! There is not a Death Eater here, and I didn't kill this piece of trash. ! I came here with sincerity!"

"I'm sorry to tell you that his life and death have nothing to do with me, and the purpose of my coming here is you," the black cat stuck out its tongue and licked its nose.

"No! You can't kill me! I know Fudge's secret!" Voldemort held Mr. Weasley in his arms tightly, and shouted at the top of his voice, "He's not human!"

"That dog of yours, he found it?" Macon became interested, the tip of the black cat's tail was bent left and right.

"If you want to know Fudge's secret, you must abide by my conditions first!" Voldemort said, backing away calmly.

"Let's talk about it first." The black cat lay on the torture table, and he also wanted to know what conditions the great Dark Lord wanted to negotiate with him.

"I know you're great, you're in the same category as Fudge and that stupid dog, it's amazing, that stupid dog I know lived a long time, and even Fudge doesn't look like an old man at all, he now Strong as a middle-aged man!" Voldemort's eyes showed fanaticism, "Help me become an existence like you! I will let this trash go, and I can make an unbreakable oath with you, never to be your enemy!"

"Are you sure?" The black cat looked strangely at Voldemort, who was staring at him with fiery eyes, and continued, "Then you have to add that you can't hurt people around me, and I will agree to this condition."

"Macon! You can't agree to his conditions! I don't know what you are talking about, but she is the Dark Lord! Don't let her have a chance to become stronger!" Mr. Weasley struggled to get out of Voldemort's grip, But the more he struggled, the more... "Oh, that damn touch!"

"Shut up! If you dare to move again! I'll just give you a killing curse!" Voldemort screamed, and the wand in her right hand even lit up with a dazzling green light, and it was obvious that she was also feeling very uncomfortable at this time.

"Mr. Weasley, please stay calm." The black cat looked at Mr. Weasley with a humane smile, stretched out its paw and waved it down, signaling him to calm down. "I think, agree to his conditions." It's nothing, after all, it's nothing compared to your life."

"Smart choice! Then Macon, let me see if you are capable of helping me achieve what I want!" Voldemort looked at the black cat expectantly.

"Of course!"

As soon as the black cat put away its previous lazy appearance, it stood up, with ferocious black claws showing on its back. A pair of front paws were put behind the back, secretly condensing a piece of fairy sand returning to the soul, and one side of the black cat suddenly split a vertical line. The ferocious black claws swarmed up the crack, clinging to the edge of the crack, and there was an endless crackling sound, and a cold, decaying, and deadly breath came from the crack.

"This, this, this is the breath of the land of the dead! So it is, so it is! Hahaha!"

Voldemort stared at the crack fieryly, and laughed wildly, "Reaper really exists! We are afraid of death and dare not go there, but you are blessed with the ability to travel between two worlds? Haha!"

"Okay? It's a long process to become an existence like me. You must make your oath more rigorously," the black cat scattered the talismans in the cat's claws on its back, retracted its ferocious black claws, and said impatiently, "hurry up Make an oath, the sky will be bright in a while"

"Macon, as long as you are really helping me to become an existence like you, I will never be an enemy of you and those around you!" Voldemort had already thought out the words, if the black cat dared to go back on his word, or If you can't do it at all, then this oath will not be established and take effect. She released Mr. Weasley's left hand and stretched it out in front of the black cat.

"Tom Riddle, my method will definitely make you an existence like mine." The black cat's eyes were slightly bent, the corners of its mouth slightly raised, and just as it raised its right front paw, it changed to its left front paw again.

In Mr. Weasley's desperate eyes, a thin golden-red silk thread twined around the cat's paw and the white palm.

"Okay, can you tell me Fudge's secret now?" The black cat tilted its head and looked at Voldemort who was still excited.

"Of course!" Voldemort was very satisfied after hearing the black cat's oath, "There is a gray-white worm in the corner of Fudge's eye..."

The moment the words "grey-white worm" came to his ears, the black cat's eyes shot out terrifying murderous intent, its right paw almost turned into an afterimage, and its sharp nails scratched at Voldemort's throat with a sharp cold light. go.

The speed of a cat is 7 times faster than that of a snake. Let's not ask whether it is true or not. After all, this 'cat' is not an ordinary cat, and the 'snake' is not an ordinary snake. She remembered the claw strike at close range, but it was too late, and she had to lean back desperately.

There was a teeth-piercing sound, and the Iron Armor Curse instantly shattered. Voldemort's back hand obviously played a key role. Although she only blocked it for a moment, her fatal part was far away from the attack range, but luckily at the same time Also unfortunately, that pair of equally 'fatal' parts met the Talon.

Clothes torn, blood scattered...

A piercing super-high-decibel scream made the black cat, which retracted its paws, immediately cover its ears.

"Oh, my God! I saw it! It's dark green!" Mr. Weasley exclaimed!

Voldemort turned into black smoke and rushed to the door, clutching his chest tightly with his left hand, quickly took out white essence and poured it on the injured 'fatal part', a burst of white smoke rose, and she found that although the wound was healed, there were still bursts of stabbing pain coming from it. pain.

"Avada..." She raised her wand to point at the black cat rubbing its ears, and wanted to cast a killing spell, but halfway through the spell, she suddenly froze in place. Reason told her that if she really wanted to hit the black cat When the cat casts this spell, it will die immediately, "Why! Why is the unbreakable oath invalid, I can't attack you yet!"

"Who told you that the oath is invalid?" The black cat looked at the panicked Voldemort jokingly, "You are not dead, how can I use my method to make you an existence like me?"

Voldemort turned into black smoke and fled quickly. The words she said kept recurring in her mind, and now she just wanted to stop and slap herself hard.

"It escaped pretty quickly," the black cat scratched its butt, and turned to look at Arthur Weasley, who was sitting on the ground with blank eyes. "Merry Christmas, sir, we should go back now."