The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

The three-week holiday passed quickly, and the wizarding world was still in turmoil. A few days before the start of school, Azkaban was attacked by unknown persons, and news of dozens of high-ranking prisoners escaping spread widely.

The little wizards who returned to Hogwarts, except for the Weasley twins, all of them were mournful, because the education order had increased again, almost covering the entire wall, which made their quick-acting skipping candy, only in the beginning of school It was sold out on the first night.

At the Gryffindor dining table, Hermione opened the black cat's mouth lying on its back, inserted a piece of chicken chop into it, this holiday, she originally thought that her parents were just going out shopping, but she never thought that the two would It turned out to be an instant trip, which made Macon exhausted, and the hair on his tail was almost bald.

"What's wrong with you two?" Hermione tilted her head and looked at Harry and Ron lying on the table equally decadently.

"It was Snape who taught us Occlumency..." Harry said weakly.

"We were tortured by him for a whole holiday!" Ron sat up straight and finished speaking, picked up a chicken leg and stuffed it into his mouth, then lay down again, gnawing on it with blank eyes.

"Then you learned it?" Hermione understood that Snape's seeing Harry's memories would definitely not make him feel better. She still cared about whether they had learned the Occlusion Technique after the torture. After all, suffering is not in vain. by.

"We've learned Occlumency... and even knocked Snape out of our memories," Harry murmured.

"We've also learned the same thing..., our heads are empty, and our emotions have become very stable." Ron spit out the chicken bone, and stuffed another chicken leg into his mouth.

Hermione nodded and continued with her food, which turned out to be good anyway.

After breakfast, Hermione put the two full little white cats into her satchel, carried the black cats and said to Harry and Ron, "Let's go, our first period today is divination class, I heard that a new professor has arrived .”

"We also heard about it. It was Firenze of the Centaur Tribe in the Forbidden Forest. It spread in the lounge early in the morning." Harry twitched the corners of his mouth stiffly. He wanted to laugh, but found that his face was It seemed a little disobedient, "No matter who teaches the divination class, it is still better than Trilawney!"

"Hermione, is Macon going too?" Ron looked at her holding the black cat in her hand, "He didn't have alchemy class this morning?"

"Of course there is, but with his current appearance, he obviously can't teach it," Hermione shook the black cat in her hand twice, but the black cat swayed left and right with her movements, "Fortunately, Macon has two The favorite students, Mihos and Bowen, will be in charge of today's alchemy class."

"Oh, I hope Macon will be better before this Friday." Ron looked at the sleeping Macon and shook his head, "I don't want to have two first-year students come to alchemy class on Friday teach."

On the opposite side of the auditorium, passing the foyer, walking towards a corridor, they came to classroom No. 11. In their impression, this classroom was basically abandoned, a bit like an unattended storage room. When the three walked in, they found out , came to a forest glade.

The floor turned into soft moss, surrounded by big trees with luxuriant foliage, soft and mottled sunlight poured into the whole space, the little wizard who arrived first sat on the floor, looking nervously at the center, where Firenze stood.

"Harry Potter." Firenze saw Harry coming in and held out his hand to him.

"Nice to see you again, I really want to smile at you, Firenze, but there seems to be something wrong with my face." Harry shook hands with him, trying to force a smile, but tried, and give up.

"It's okay, I see joy in your eyes," Firenze nodded, and said in his high-pitched voice, "We are destined to meet again."

After Firenze finished speaking, he motioned for him to find a place to sit first. The moment Harry walked away, he suddenly found the black cat in Hermione's hand.

"Oh! How can you treat the unknown darkness like this? Little pony, put it down quickly, wait!" Firenze exclaimed, stepping on the ground with four hooves restlessly, and then searched around. Take out a pile of hay from somewhere and spread it on the ground, "Come on, put it carefully on top of this one, don't wake it up!"

Hermione was full of question marks, the pony?This should refer to young humans. What is the unknown darkness?Do you mean Macon?This sleeps like a dead cat, can't wake up at all, okay?Judging by Firenze's appearance, what he was holding was not a cat, but a bomb instead!

"Professor, why did you call him the Ominous Darkness?" Hermione said, shaking the black cat in his hand.

"Little pony! Stop your stupid behavior!" Terrified, Firenze quickly came to her, knelt on the ground with two front hooves, bent down, and wanted to catch the black cat, but stretched out his hand and retracted , "Hurry up and put it on the hay, the unknown darkness is the unknown darkness, there is no reason, it is the scariest thing on this planet!"

Hermione rolled her eyes and threw the black cat onto the haystack. She was sure that the black cat preferred to stay in her arms than the hay.

Harry and Ron glanced at each other. They were surprised by Firenze's last words. Macon's strength is indeed terrifying. According to him, is he the strongest in the world?

Firenze was taken aback by Hermione's action, but he was relieved to see that the black cat just rolled over on the haystack and fell asleep again.

"Firenze, don't be so nervous, Macon, it's the black cat, he's easy to get along with," Harry looked at his cautious look, thinking that the other party probably didn't understand Macon, "this is He Min Granger, she lived with Macon a long time."

"Sorry, Miss Granger, I was a little excited just now, after all, the ominous darkness..." Firenze apologized to Hermione apologetically, but he stopped after talking about the ominous darkness, and looked around The curious little pony changed his tune, "Okay, let's give a lecture next."

Firenze flicked the silver ponytail, raised one hand, and slowly lowered it. The bright sunlight above his head gradually dimmed, and bright stars lit up one by one. in one breath.

"Lie on the ground, and then observe the night sky," Firenze said in a calm and low voice, "For those who can read the stars, our destiny is already depicted there."

"I know that in astronomy class, you have learned the names of these planets and their satellites, and you have also drawn a map of the movement of stars in the sky. We centaurs have spent centuries to reveal the mysteries of the orbits of these planets, The research results tell us that through them, we may be able to peek into the future..."

"I know! Professor Trelawney taught us astrology!" Parvati shouted excitedly, "Mars can cause accidents, such as fires, burns, etc. When it forms an angle with Saturn, it will Means people have to be extra careful when dealing with messy stuff."

"What you said is human beings talking nonsense." Firenze was not angry because Parvati interrupted his lecture, his tone was still calm, "Humans' insignificant accidents, or insignificant injuries, and Compared with the vast universe, these things are not affected by the movement of the planets like we view ants on the ground."

"Professor Trelawney is a member of mankind, and her prophecy must be different from your centaur!" Parvati was aggrieved and indignant.

"Whether Sybill Trelawney can see the future, I don't know," continued Firenze, "but her time is almost wasted on boastful nonsense, which you humans call a liar, and which What I want to explain here is the objective and fair view of the horse people. We observe the sky and pay attention to the important trends of those disasters or changes. It will take at least ten years to confirm what we see..."

Hermione listened to Firenze's class and found that he was completely different from Trelawney's nagging class. She was a little thankful that she did not give up the elective course of divination. The two little white cats in the satchel were in it early They ran out, played for a while on the haystack where the black cat was sleeping, and jumped onto Firenze's back, but the other party didn't seem to care much, allowing them to play freely on it.

After the divination class, Hermione, Harry, and Ron were about to leave, but they were called back by Firenze.

"Harry Potter, are you Hagrid's friend?" Firenze hesitated for a while, but still asked his question, and after seeing Harry nodded, he continued, "Please tell him Wake up, his efforts are useless, it's better to give up."

"What effort is useless? It's better to give up?" Harry was a little dazed by his question.

"I wanted to remind him personally, but I have been exiled now," Firenze shook his head. "For me, it is not wise to approach the Forbidden Forest rashly."

"You were exiled? Why?" Harry didn't know why. He didn't know what happened to the centaur. Why was Firenze exiled?

"I accepted Professor Dumbledore's invitation to come here to teach you divination lessons. They thought I had betrayed my compatriots, so they exiled me from the Forbidden Forest." Firenze's tone was both sad and helpless.

"How could they do this?" Hermione didn't understand why the centaur tribe did this, she said angrily, "Now is the most chaotic time in the wizarding world, they should unite with us, but I heard from you What I heard is completely opposite! Even if they don't want to, they can't exile you just because you approach us!"

"Miss Granger, thank you for your understanding. There are also centaurs in the tribe who disagree, but they are too few." Firenze shook his head, "It's not their fault."

Hermione thought of the Forbidden Forest title deed that Macon had brought, but it stated that it only had the right to use it, and that it was also a condition not to disturb the centaur tribe, so she couldn't help being a little discouraged.

"Ah, good morning! Firenze!" The black cat got up from the grass, stretched its waist, and waved its paw at the frightened centaur.