The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

The small potion class competition has officially started. This time they will brew the living hell decoction on the tenth page of "Advanced Potion Making". Grass.

Although Hermione's new explanation of the effect of Felicia was obtained and Slughorn's affirmation, the little wizards still believed that it was a potion that would bring good luck, and everyone was looking at the potion seriously. Formula, and then find the medicinal materials according to the formula and start processing according to the description in the textbook.

Harry looked at the tattered book in front of him, and opened it with trembling hands, sure enough!In addition to the old cover, the inside is even more messy. The former owner of this book filled the blank space of each page with densely packed words. At a glance, he was dazzled. He couldn't tell what was the content of the textbook. Which are personal annotations.

He shook his head vigorously, trying to calm himself down. He also wanted to get that bottle of Felix Felicia. Although his good friend Hermione had a box full of them, he knew it was a gift from Macon. How could he be ashamed? Open your mouth?

"Why do you have to cross out the sleepy beans when you cut them into slices?" Harry muttered softly, "What is written here? It's easier to squeeze out the juice with a short silver knife?"

"Hey! Dude, what are you reading?" Ron looked at the page full of fonts in front of Harry, and suppressed a smile, "This, this is a junk book, haha, I really can't wait until I finish it Potions, I can lend you this brand-new book, Harry, that bottle of Felicia Felix must be mine! As long as I have it, I won’t be short of pocket money until I graduate! No! I’ll be rich for a while after graduation!”

"Ron, you should try your best to make your own potion." Harry rolled his eyes at him, looked at Hermione who was orderly and conscientious in making potions, and then looked at the cauldron in front of Ron, "You The opponent is not me, and there seems to be some ominous steam in your crucible!"

Looking at Ron who was hurriedly handling the crucible, Harry shook his head. The chances of winning in such a hurry were not high at all. He held a sleepy bean and put it on the crucible in front of him, squeezed it slightly, and a large amount of the bean immediately oozed out. Juice, it's hard to imagine that shriveled and wrinkled sleepy beans can have so much water. Although a large amount of juice entered the crucible, the potion inside immediately turned into the pale snow-blue color mentioned in the book, which made Harry squint his eyes. .

There are more and more words crossed out by the former owner in the book, and some are even completely opposite, but Harry has no reason not to believe those personal annotations. As time goes by, the color in the cauldron becomes lighter and lighter until Slugher Harry's eyes widened when En called to stop.

"Now, time!" cried Slughorn. "Stop stirring, step back, and leave your cauldrons!"

Slughorn walked slowly between the tables, carefully inspecting each crucible, occasionally stirring it, or smelling the smell, and finally came to Ron's crucible, where the real magic The black potion was bubbling up one by one, sending out bursts of stench, and walked to Hermione's crucible again, and he nodded approvingly at the lavender potion, and finally looked at the potion in Harry's cauldron , suddenly revealed a surprise.

"Look at the colour, the perfect Potion of Living Hell," Slughorn exclaimed to the little wizard in the Professor. It's like that in medicine class! Take it, this bottle of Felicia Felix belongs to you, use it well!"

Harry took the bottle of golden liquid with a blushing face, looked at Hermione and Ron who were in complicated moods, hesitated to speak, and gradually felt ashamed.

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On the Whomping Willow outside the main hall of the Floating City, a black cat was hanging down on all fours, snoring and dozing while riding on a branch, with a long dark and slender tail, slapping a black gemstone ring out of boredom. The ring seemed to be enchanted, spinning continuously in the air.

"Professor! If you continue to sleep like this, you will definitely miss today's lunch." Mihos and Bowen walked out of the Black Cat Academy lounge and prepared to go to the cafeteria, but found that their professor was still on the tree, so they had to remind him.

The black cat stuck to the tree branch and shook its ears, then turned its head to the other side. The four cats opened their paws and returned to silence.

"I heard that there is fennel pickled salmon for lunch..." Mihos stared at the branch of the tree until a slender halazi hung down there, then blinked his big eyes and signaled Bowen and her to go first.

"Hey!~" The black cat sighed humanely, rolled up Gaunt's ring with its tail and stretched it out in front of it, squinted its eyes at the resurrection stone, and said to itself, "Greed?"

Since the absorption of Voldemort's soul, the first emotional power obtained is arrogance, then the crown of Ravenclaw, the laziness obtained, the notebook is rage, the gluttony on Nagini, and the greed that has not been absorbed on the resurrection stone, these Emotional strength brought him not only strength, but also serious emotional erosion every time.

These emotions in Macon's body have changed from a single weakness at the beginning to the current strength of multiple emotions echoing and strengthening each other, which made him retreat before absorbing this Horcrux, but strongly wanted to explore the truth. The longing for him is driving him all the time, to gather the seven emotions as soon as possible.

Throwing the ring into the white cat's hairpin, jumping off the branch, the black cat scratching his ass, now the most important thing for him is the fennel salted salmon for lunch, it seems that the power of gluttony (gluttony) has increased again Not a lot.

Taking cheerful small steps, greeted by the little wizard of the Black Cat Academy all the way, he quickly got off the suspended platform, walked through the foyer and entered the Hogwarts cafeteria, and his eyes gradually converged. Most of them are freshmen this year. When they came to their professor seats, they nodded to Professor McGonagall, gracefully jumped onto the dining table, and took a big mouthful of delicious salmon meat.

While the first-year students were stunned, they managed to kill a nearly one-meter-long Atlantic salmon. Two sharp cat nails picked up a napkin and wiped their mouths. There was a pleasant jingle, and soon a large plate of salted salmon with fennel appeared in front of him again.

"Harry, can you tell us now?" Hermione glanced at a certain black cat. With Macon around, this is the safest place.

Ron picked up a chicken leg in one hand and looked at Harry. He also wanted to know why his friend who had similar grades in Potions class as himself would suddenly brew a perfect potion instead of being like his pot of 'pitch', goo Goo stinks.

"Hermione, Ron, before I say this, I want to tell you that I didn't mean to cheat at the time," Harry looked around and found that most people's attention was on Macon, and then He took out the worn-out "Advanced Potion Making" from his pocket and put it on the dining table, "I just want to try this."

As Harry slowly opened the book, the personal notes on it made Hermione's eyes widen and she finally covered her mouth. The handwriting was so familiar, and it was the same as what Macon had learned from Professor Snape before. Obtained Occlumency Notes are very similar.