The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Harry and Ron held the letters that Professor McGonagall handed them over, especially when she left, the sigh made them tremble at the same time, and the first time they saw those envelopes, they remembered what they were, Transcript!

They spent the entire vacation on that island. They were busy with training, and they had long forgotten that there would be owls delivering their report cards in July. The two of them took the letters and walked back to the dormitory in silence.

"I kind of don't want to open this." Ron picked out a large square envelope from among several letters.

"Me too." Harry also found the envelope containing the report card, "how about we open it in exchange? We don't want to open our own anyway."

Ron nodded and agreed with Harry's suggestion. He and Harry exchanged transcripts. Just when Harry was about to open Ron's letter, Ron suddenly stopped him.

"Harry, your luck has always been better than mine, I mean, what if my grades are better than yours because of this?"

"Ron, I have to admit that what you said is indeed reasonable, so let's open our transcripts ourselves."

"But in that case, what should I do if my own grades are too poor because my luck is not as good as yours?"

"Then what exactly do you want?" Harry looked at Ron with some headaches, this is not right or left, isn't it, this report card, do you still want to read it?

Ron scratched his head, passed the right hand of his report card through Harry's right arm, and put it in front of him, "If we are like this, our luck may be average, and the best buddies shouldn't care about this, right?"

Harry watched them pose as if they were drinking a cup of wine, and hurried to open his report card, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the dormitory!

Ron also hurried to open his report card, for fear that Harry would run out of luck first!

"Huh~" The two breathed a sigh of relief at the same time, and then hugged each other with joy on their faces.

"This method is really good, all my grades are the same," Harry handed his report card to Ron, "Let me see yours."

"Yeah, my grades are the same, and we will follow this method for the next exam," Ron took Harry's transcript and handed him his own.

"Oh, my God!" Ron pushed Harry away, rubbed his eyes, and looked at his report card again, "It's not fair! Why are you all E (good), and I All A's (passing)?"

When Harry saw Ron's report card, he was overwhelmed. He quickly comforted, "Ron, calm down,"

"I don't know how to calm down at all!" The expression on Ron's face kept changing. The two who ate, drank and lived together were inseparable all day long. Why was there a whole grade difference?

"Ron, you are a prefect. Although you got all A's, you are sure to take the NEWT course. If you work harder, your grades will go up." Harry thought that Ron was worried about not being able to take the Ultimate Wizarding Exam.

"Harry, don't mention this, we're still good buddies!" Ron's face was even more ugly. He thought that Harry got all A's like himself, and he had a partner anyway, but he got all E's, which made Gryffin What do many others think?Oh~ Our prefect, got straight A's! Not even as good as his buddy Potter?

When Ron first received the prefect's appointment letter, he still felt incredible. He thought Harry was the best candidate for the prefect because of his relationship with Dumbledore.He wasn't alone in this thought, it was shared by many in Gryffindor.

He sighed helplessly, lay on his bed, and stared at the curtain in a daze. This semester was really terrible. It hasn't started yet. First, he had a fight with Padma, and then his grades were a full grade lower than Harry's. grade.

Looking at Ron's decadent look, Harry didn't know what to do. He felt that even if he said one more word, Ron might explode.

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At midnight, everything was silent.

The black cat, which was lying on Hermione's chest and purring, opened his eyes tremblingly. He moved slowly, trying to leave this soft place, but he found that the strap on the bra was firmly stuck in his chest. neck.

The black cat wanted to leave here, but he was afraid of waking Hermione up. Finally, he quietly stretched out his sharp cat nails, exerted a little force, and was immediately relieved.

The black cat that had successfully escaped its shackles got out of the bed, tucked the quilt up for Hermione, jumped out of the window sill, and ran towards the Forbidden Forest. When it was about to enter the Forbidden Forest, the black cat stopped suddenly. He raised his paw, Looking at the protruding cat nails, I wish I could give myself two slaps. Why didn't I think of using magic just now?Can't the shrinking spell work?Or use the recovery spell when you leave?Sleepy and sleepy, this is it?

"Macon."

A familiar voice came from a distance, and the black cat turned around to see that it was Dumbledore.

"Don't sleep at night, why do you come to me?" The black cat's thoughts are not on Dumbledore's side at all. He just wants to go back to the bedroom and restore the bra to the original. God knows what will happen when Hermione finds out tomorrow What.

"Can I still trust you?" Dumbledore's tone was full of fatigue. During this time, he used almost all his connections to find clues about the sphere and him, not even those ancient families that had been ruined and perished. gave up.

"You came to me just to ask this?" The black cat suddenly felt a surge of anger, "Dumbledore, do you think there is anything else in the wizarding world or this planet that I want but can't have?" Arrived? You think I really can't do anything about Fiendfire?"

"I'm sorry, child. I have to guard against you because of your extraordinary and weird ability." What Dumbledore feared the most was the black cat's terrifying ability to resurrect the dead and obey his orders. The reason why he didn't take action is that Macon has never resurrected the corpses of those powerful people in the wizarding world.

"Oh! Then you continue to be on guard!" Macon turned his head and left after speaking. He was obviously very angry with Dumbledore.

"Wait, Macon!" Dumbledore stopped the black cat, hesitated, and said to him, "Come with me to a place."

"That's it again," the black cat muttered, tilting its head to look at Dumbledore. "You won't fool me into going to Nurmengard, will you? Grindelwald has been killed by Voldemort? I have no interest in resurrecting him." .”

"No," Dumbledore's eyelids twitched uncontrollably, "it's Voldemort's Horcrux, in a dilapidated old house."

"The dilapidated old house? The old Gaunt house? Marvolo Gaunt's ring?" The black cat looked at Dumbledore's right hand behind his back with a strange expression, "You won't touch it? One is the Resurrection Stone, but it also has Voldemort's curse on it."

"How did you know?" Dumbledore looked at the black cat in front of him in shock. When the news came from the Order of the Phoenix, he went to the scene immediately. At that time, he just said that he found a powerful black magic item. But judging by where that ring is stored, no one ever flipped it.

"I knew from the very beginning why I didn't take that ring away, just to see if any unlucky bastard would..." The black cat withdrew the spirituality just now, drooping its ears and tail together, "Cut , no fun."

There was a smile on Dumbledore's face. Maybe when he found the resurrection stone a few years ago, he might really be eager to pick it up, but ever since he got the alchemy doll, he has always reminded himself that it is not true. Arianna, Arianna has long since passed away, and it is impossible for her to come back to life. Over time, under this kind of self-hypnotic psychological suggestion, when the resurrection stone appeared, there was no fluctuation in his heart.