The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Hermione ignored Macon who was playing tricks there, finished breakfast with a blank expression, and hurriedly left Floating Void City. After stepping off the floating platform, thinking of the two big bags on his head, she couldn't help laughing out loud. Although she had already had breakfast, she still had to go to the cafeteria to meet Harry and Ron first, and then head to the classroom together.

"You two look a little out of sorts?" Hermione came to the Gryffindor table and sat next to Harry and Ron, who were looking at the empty dinner plate in front of them with heavy dark circles.

"Of course, our Miss Know-It-All won't worry about my current troubles." Ron's tone was full of resentment.

"Miss Know-It-All? Ron, I haven't heard you say that about me for a long time," Hermione didn't take it seriously. The only thing that could keep Ron awake at night was his studies, after all. They just saw the results yesterday, "Harry, what about you?"

"I'm fine." Harry didn't continue talking, for fear of irritating Ron by saying something, and it took him all night to calm Ron down last night.

Hermione poured herself a glass of juice, took out the black and white cat from the black cat hairpin and meowed, and watched the news while drinking the juice.

In the news of the wizarding world these days, the new Minister of Magic, Rufus Scrimgeour, has been busy hunting down dark wizards and Death Eaters during his new term, trying to restore England. The Ministry of Magic's reputation in the wizarding world.

"The new Minister of Magic? He doesn't look like a guy to mess with." Harry was attracted by Scrimgeour's appearance in the newspaper, with tawny hair and bushy eyebrows mixed with a touch of gray, behind gold-rimmed glasses Those sharp yellow eyes were shining like an old lion, "I guess he must have graduated from Gryffindor."

"Scremgeour, he used to be the head of the Auror office." Ron picked up a chicken leg, chewed it whole, and pulled out the bone. "My dad said that he was very tough, maybe our magic The Ministry is finally able to play its due role.”

"If the Ministry of Magic can really return to normal, then you can choose to be Aurors after graduation." Hermione knew that they had complained about the Ministry of Magic during Fudge's tenure as Minister, and maybe this time was an opportunity.

"Graduation? Auror?" Ron couldn't help thinking about his poor grades. The chicken leg he had just eaten was tasteless, and he lowered his head, not knowing what he was thinking.

Hermione looked at Harry suspiciously, and finally understood Ron's grades from the pair of index fingers and thumbs together. She nodded clearly, then shook her head and continued to watch the news. She could help them Better learning, but can't help them change the established grades.

Fortunately, Ron's loss didn't last long. At the end of the first Transfiguration class, Professor McGonagall announced the cancellation of this year's sixth-grade NEWTs to raise the class threshold. There was a big deviation in the learning process, which made him regain his former activity in an instant, and he was even a little complacent.

Hermione and Harry looked at the triumphant Ron, walked briskly away from the Transfiguration classroom, rushed out of the classroom to catch up with Ron, the next class was Snape's Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Ron was in this state Being caught by Snape, something might go wrong.

When they came to the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the classroom was already full of Snape's unique features. The closed and thick curtains blocked the light from the outside world, and only a few solitary candles shone faintly. There are some pictures on the walls of the classroom, which are people who are suffering. The horrific wounds and twisted limbs are creepy, and the bloody meaning seems to permeate the classroom wantonly through the pictures.

The little wizards who were timidly looking at the pictures quickly looked away. Snape shook his wide wizard robe sleeves and walked in quickly. Unlike before, he looked even more intimidating at this time, smiling as if It has never appeared on his face, and the whole person exudes a cold breath all the time.

Harry looked away from Snape, turned his head to look at Draco on the Slytherin side, trying to get some useful information from him, but from the same cold expression on the other side, he only got more doubts , Intuition told him that something must have happened in the past two days.

"You have already changed five professors for this course, and those professors all have their own unique teaching methods and emphases." Snape's black eyes swept across the little wizards, and stopped on Harry's face. After that, "Under this chaotic situation, I will teach you more direct and practical defense skills against black arts, such as directly casting black... jinxes on you!"

The little wizards in the classroom gasped, the dark space, the horrible and bloody pictures, coupled with the professor's vague words just now, made them feel as if they were in some Death Eater's prison, not Hogwarts classroom.

"Dark magic is of all kinds, varieties, unpredictable, and unpredictable," Snape said, stepping off the podium, his tone getting faster and faster as he walked, and finally walked straight to Harry's door, hands Leaning on his desk, squinting, staring closely at those green eyes, "Fighting them is like facing a monster with many heads. Once one head is cut off, a new one will pop up immediately. , more vicious and cunning than the original one!"

Harry wriggled his throat, swallowed hard, and started!It's started again!In the new school year, Snape will target himself again. He must have discovered that he can't openly feed poison to himself. Now that he is a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, he can use black magic to kill himself openly?

"Therefore, your defense methods must also be as flexible and innovative as black magic." Snape stood up, walked to the horrible pictures, pointed to one of them and said, "These pictures , which vividly shows the situation of those victims, such as this one, under the Cruciatus Curse."

The little wizards looked at the picture in front of Snape, the witch in pain who fell on the ground and screamed, and their expressions became more and more ugly.

"Professor, why is there only a puddle of blood on the one next to it? I mean, the wizard's body disappeared after being hit by black magic?"

A Gryffindor lion cub bravely asked his doubts. Even the three Unforgivable Curses cannot make people die without a whole body.

"No, it was attacked by an Inferi." Snape flicked his sleeves and walked back to the podium, "The Dark Lord has used an Inferi in the past, which means, we should assume that he will use it again, if you don't want to There is only a puddle of blood left, so be careful, serious, and learn Defense Against the Dark Arts well!"