The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Gryffindor sophomore, Macon, successfully registered an Animagus during the holidays! He is the eighth person registered this century. Animagus is a very dangerous form of transfiguration For this reason, it took Macon a year to change back, but it also left serious sequelae. I hope everyone will not try this kind of transformation lightly." After the principal finished his speech, he quickly took Professor McGonagall away hall.

"Wow! This is so cool!"

"Did you hear, buddy, the eighth Animagus of this century is in our Gryffindor!"

"He is so handsome, especially the ears and tail. I also want to try this aftereffect. If I can grow wings, will I be able to fly?"

"Wake up! Maybe you've become a birdman?"

Macon sat with Hermione calmly, eating dinner gracefully.

"I see that the headmaster and the professor have left. Did they go to deal with Harry and Ron? They drove back in the car and hit the Whomping Willow. It's so bold." Hermione put down the knife and said worriedly.

"Don't worry, they'll be fine, come on, open your mouth!" Macon stuffed a piece of chicken into Hermione's mouth.

"Oh, how could Hermione do this?"

The little witches who noticed this scene exploded in an instant. They all wanted to pursue this handsome little wizard, but as soon as they thought about it, they were shattered in an instant.

"Oh, the first meal at the beginning of school has to be accompanied by dog ​​food, Macon is too much!" The little wizards were dejected.

During the holidays, Hermione had long been used to being fed by Macon, and it was a conditioned reflex just now, but now she heard the noise around her, and instantly blushed.

Macon ate his meal calmly, ignoring them.

At this time, in the Potions Office, Professor Snape was holding a newspaper and bombarding Harry and Ron.

"At least seven Muggles saw you, and you almost exposed the wizarding world! And you even hit the Whomping Willow with your car!"

"Professor, we were almost killed by the Whomping Willow." Ron argued.

"Shut up! If you are Slytherin students, I will expel you immediately."

"That's enough! Snape, let's leave them to Professor McGonagall." Dumbledore came with Professor McGonagall and quickly took pictures of the incident.

In the end Harry was assigned to help Gilderoy Lockhart write the letters, and Ron was to help Filch wipe the trophies.

After the dinner, Macon and Hermione were about to leave the castle when they met Draco waiting there.

"May, Macon, my father asked me to apologize to you. This is a gift prepared by the Malfoy family for you." Draco tremblingly opened a large wooden box beside him, exuding a charming luster under the moonlight.

It was a large box of Galleons. Macon squinted his eyes and looked at the box. There were at least five or six thousand in it.

"Go back and tell Mr. Malfoy that I won't get involved in his affairs, but don't mess with the people around me." Macon turned to look at Draco, "Also, Mr. Draco, I'll give you a piece of advice, don't Always depend on your father, you should have your own mind."

"Yes, yes, I will remember, I, I will go first" Draco hurriedly ran back to the castle.

Macon put the big wooden box into his backpack and led Hermione to the cabin.

"Macon, is it okay for you to accept this box of Galleons?" Hermione asked curiously.

"No problem, there will be problems if I don't accept it. You will get a thousand of these Galleons later, and I will leave the rest to Mr. Principal."

After sending Hermione back to the hut, Macon came to the headmaster's office, Dumbledore was writing a letter, and he was helping Harry deal with the bad influence of the day.

"Mr. Principal, you have to work hard at such a late hour." Macon said and threw the big wooden box on the ground, making a loud 'bang'.

"Macon, you know, Harry's business today, what's in the box?" Dumbledore asked Macon curiously.

"Mr. Malfoy's gift, I donated it to Hogwarts." Macon finished speaking and opened the wooden box.

"Oh, Mr. Malfoy, you are so generous." Dumbledore suddenly thought of something and looked at Macon, "Macon, do you really have the characteristics of attracting wealth?"

"Meow? Mr. Principal, how do I know this? According to oriental metaphysics, black cats can indeed attract wealth, but please don't treat me as a lucky cat." Macon looked at Dumbledore with disgust.

"I was just joking. Thank you Macon. By the way, Fox has passed the fledgling stage. He likes the white radish you gave him last time. This is his gift in return." Dumbledore finished, He took out an unusually delicate transparent crystal bottle.

Macon took the cat's paw-sized crystal bottle and looked at it. It was a bottle of transparent liquid, which was a good thing, the tears of the phoenix.

"Thank you, Fox, I like your gift very much." Macon took out a large pile of ginseng and Ganoderma lucidum from his backpack, and piled it into a hill in front of Fox, and the tempting medicinal scent permeated the entire office.

Fox chirped twice excitedly, lying on the pile of medicinal herbs like a hen hatching an egg, it used its beak to pick the best tail feather behind its butt and gave it to Macon.

Dumbledore looked at the pile of herbs and shook his head helplessly. He estimated that he would receive another letter of report from the centaur in two days.

"Macon, can you change the wool next time? I heard that there are still a lot of acromants in the Forbidden Forest. The centaurs have had a headache for a long time." Dumbledore decided to help the centaurs who had suffered heavy losses.

Maomao looked at Dumbledore suspiciously. How could something that Maomao obtained by its own ability be called wool?

"Okay, Mr. Principal, I heard that the venom of the acromantia can be sold for a sky-high price of 100 Galleons per pint on the black market."

"Macon, I heard that the leg meat of the acromantula is very delicious, but please don't overkill it."

"Mr. Principal, please rest assured. It is said that a female acromantula can lay hundreds of eggs at a time, and their venom is very valuable. I will plan them well and make preparations for sustainable development."

Macon, who was kicked out of the headmaster's room by Dumbledore, returned to the hut.

"Hermione, here's something nice for you." Macon called Hermione, took out the small crystal bottle, tied it to the neck of the bottle with a thin string, and put it on Hermione's neck.

"What is this? Potion?" Hermione looked at the bottle on her chest suspiciously.

"This is much better than the potion, it's the tears of the phoenix." Macon said pretending to be mysterious.

"Ah, the legendary phoenix tears that can heal all injuries?" Hermione looked at the bottle in surprise, and then took it down, "Such a precious thing, Macon, you should keep it for yourself."

"Here, you just wear it, I don't need this kind of thing, and only if you are safe, I will not be in danger." Macon put the Phoenix's tears back on her neck.

Hermione blushed, happily put the vial into her clothes, and ran back to the bedroom shyly.