The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Weedy riverbanks, meandering rivers flow quietly, and countless garbage discarded by humans floats on the river or is scattered on the shore.

A lean fox poked its head out of the grass, wiggled its nose, and carefully looked for the discarded leftovers, whether it was leftover fried fish bones or moldy baked potato chips, it was rare tonight dinner.

It's a pity that the luck is not good. The fox who has been searching for nothing can only lower his head and whimper twice, and venture into the city to continue searching.

A huge chimney soaring straight into the sky suddenly appeared in front of the fox. It was an abandoned mill. It deliberately avoided it and walked through the grass next to it. This is the law of the jungle. The brand imprinted on it has formed an instinct .

As night fell and the fog roiled, the fox quickly entered Cokeworth City under the cover of the environment. From the time it set foot on these cobbled roads, it meant that it must be vigilant at all times.

Row after row of dilapidated brick and tile houses is like a maze. There is no one in the crowded alleys, except for a few lonely street lamps that light up occasionally, struggling to disperse the darkness.

The fox came to the end of the Spider’s End Lane like a car, and there was a two-storey brick house. In its memory, it did not know when, this house had a breath of life, and the trash can was filled with food that it had eaten in its life. The most delicious food ever.

Skillfully opened the trash can, the fox sniffed the tempting smell, his eyes gradually blurred, and the sound of water flowing suddenly in his ears woke him up, the fox quickly shook his ears, no matter how delicious the food was, he wanted to eat it into his stomach , in order to truly belong to oneself.

So, the fox couldn't wait to take out an arm from the trash can, bared its teeth, and bit it viciously. The scarlet blood stained the hair, the muscle fibers full of toughness filled the gaps between the teeth, and the rust-like sweetness , All of these, let this hungry fox want to stop.

"Master, the hot water is ready."

"Severus, my faithful servant."

A slight sound came from the room, which startled the fox enjoying the food, turned around and ran away with the leftover food in its mouth.

On the second floor of the dilapidated brick building, Severus Snape was standing respectfully in front of a secret door. After a while, the secret door opened, and a slender white thigh stepped out, followed by the same white... whole body.

"Look at me, Severus!" Voldemort lifted Snape's chin with his wand, making him meet his gaze, "Bellatrix Lestrange, this woman who is deeply infatuated with me , it was her honor to become me in the end, and my use of this pair of flesh and blood is just to show her loyalty."

"Don't look at me with shy eyes, Severus, you are also my most loyal servant." Voldemort put away his wand, twisted his figure and walked to the bathroom.

Snape stared at Voldemort expressionlessly until he disappeared down the stairs, then covered his mouth and forcibly held back his churning stomach. He didn't want to be another corpse in the trash can downstairs.

After recovering his inner peace, Snape hurriedly entered the secret door, and after a short while, holding a black lace tulle bathrobe in his hands, he quickly walked outside the bathroom door and waited.

"What has Dumbledore been doing lately?"

"Sorry master, Dumbledore hasn't heard from Hogwarts since he left Hogwarts, neither from the Muggles nor from the wizarding world."

"You know that's not what I want to ask! Didn't he contact you?"

"Yes, master, Dumbledore has not contacted me, I have not received one this semester, from..."

With a click, Snape's report was interrupted, and then the bathroom door opened, and a large amount of water vapor gushed out from the door. Voldemort brushed his black shiny hair with one hand, and handed out a bottle of water with the other. body wash.

"Severus, I don't like this bottle of shower gel, the smell is too weak."

"Obey, my master!" Snape hurriedly took the bottle of shower gel, teleported and left Spider's End, and when he reappeared, he couldn't help but vomited it out.

It's too scary. Now Voldemort seems to be a completely changed person, becoming more elusive, more perverted and cruel. She seems to use that damned body as a tool to test something. Even the slightest bit of evil thought or disgust would be instantly killed by her.

Half an hour later, Snape returned to Spider's End. The moment he opened the door, a strong smell of blood came over his face. He looked down, and beside the torn corpse, a head was staring at him. .

"Master, your shower gel." Snape stepped over the corpse, came to the bathroom door, and said softly.

The bathroom door was opened again, and Voldemort's white body flowed along the waterline, a large amount of blood smeared down, combined with that plump and attractive body, it produced a strange sense of beauty.

Fortunately, Voldemort quickly took the shower gel and closed the bathroom door again. Snape let out a long breath of relief and turned to clean up the corpses on the ground.

Woodrow Flint, one of the 28 sacred families, a member of the Flint family, Snape knew him, a fairly young Death Eater, engaged in information collection and transmission, but his ability is obviously not outstanding.

After waving the wand and opening the window, the scattered corpses on the ground and the blood splashed everywhere were all thrown out. The trash can downstairs opened automatically, caught the mass of flesh and blood, and then closed again.

Snape sat lightly on the chair, picked up a newspaper, and began to quickly recall everything that happened today in his mind, the kind that didn't miss a small thing, and didn't miss a single detail.

In his head, he would look at what he did throughout the day from a third-person perspective.

An hour later, Voldemort finally walked out of the bathroom, wearing a black tulle bathrobe, even if the candlelight in the room was dim, it was difficult to conceal the tenderness under the lace.

Snape immediately put down the newspaper and began to stare at her, with stiff facial muscles, trying to squeeze out an expression of admiration.

"You can always understand my mind." Voldemort was very satisfied with Snape's performance, and sat across from him in a graceful manner. "Since Dumbledore doesn't want to contact you, starting tomorrow, you have to find ways to contact him."

"I want to know Dumbledore's movements as soon as possible. The more he wants to hibernate, the more I want to force him out! Withdrawing the people from Hogwarts, a persistent attack will only make their defenses tighter, and The black cat is also a little angry."

"That black cat...Master, please forgive me for being rude." Snape quickly apologized humbly after speaking.

"But it's okay, Severus." Voldemort leaned back on the back of the chair, looking at Snape leisurely, the bathrobe that was originally on his body was pushed to the sides by his proud figure...

"The black cat's reputation in the wizarding world is getting higher and higher, and it seems to have surpassed Dumbledore." Snape decisively withdrew his gaze, and continued, "he rarely leaves Hogwarts. If we don't develop power in the wizarding world, and have never had any relationship with any family, plus the strength of the other party, do we really need to be enemies with him?"