The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Yes, he died," Sirius lamented. It was truly the most heroic sacrifice he had ever seen. "When we were preparing to attack a Death Eater stronghold, we found that it was a trap. It was loose on the outside but easy to defend on the inside. It was difficult to attack, and we were defeated in just tens of seconds."

"Mundungus was not afraid of life and death and rushed in to die with them?" Harry expressed his guess.

"Yes, he rushed in," Sirius clicked, recalling the scene at that time, "Mondungus charged while casting magic spells to attract fire, shouting that he would fight the Death Eaters until death. After being hit by dozens of curses, he completely lost his life."

"Huh? No one was killed," Harry shook his head in disappointment.

"Although his spells are very poor, his spirit is worth learning, isn't it?" Sirius sighed. Mundungus' death was not completely worthless. At least it helped them penetrate deeper into the enemy and win the battle. victory.

"Yeah." Harry nodded, but thought to himself, if it weren't for Macon, he wouldn't have dared to do such a thing if he had been given more courage.

In the warm night, the two of them chatted about the trivial matters of life, and soon Harry gradually fell into sleep.Sirius sat silently by the bed, looking at his godson, really hoping that the battle with Voldemort would end soon, and then they could move to Godric's Hollow...

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In the dead of night, under the dining table in the living room on the first floor, Sophie's dull eyes gradually became somewhat focused.A scarlet tongue slid out of the mouth weakly, drooling a large amount of saliva.The originally transparent saliva began to show traces of light blue.

The skin under the hair bulged out one after another, and they quickly moved to the face. The flesh-colored tips pierced the epidermis, twisting and squirming.

As the tentacles swung, Sophie's body began to twitch, and her unconscious whimpering became louder and louder. Just when it was about to cry out, a ferocious black claw strangled its neck, and between the black claws He quickly multiplied small black claws to open the door, then charged up and threw it out.

In the attic, the big black cat was lying on the bed, lifting the quilt.Hermione, who was riding on her soft belly, didn't know what she was dreaming about, and giggled from time to time.The black cat covered himself with the quilt, moved his body, adjusted to a comfortable position, and began to close his eyes and rest.

Sophie, who smashed the ice and fell into the river, continued to mutate. A large amount of black mist spurted out from the flesh-colored tip and began to wrap around her body. The twitching of her limbs became more violent, and her open mouth opened and closed. At an incredible angle, its body shook violently for a few times before being completely shrouded in black mist.

The next morning, the black cat lowered his eyelids and yawned. Then he stretched his limbs into the air with all his strength. After the four black claw flowers bloomed to their peak, they suddenly retracted them.

"Macon~ Don't move, let me sleep a little longer~" Hermione lay on his belly, muttering dissatisfied.

"It's already eight o'clock in the morning, are you sure you're up?" The black cat hugged her and turned over, shrinking quickly.

"On the first day of the Christmas vacation, let me sleep for a while." Hermione kicked her calf dissatisfiedly without the extra-large cat pillow.

The black cat crawled through the softness of her chest, licking her chin, but the other party remained indifferent, "We are at the Weasley house."

"The Weasleys? Um...ah!" Hermione screamed and sat up suddenly, pulling out the black cat hanging from her bra, "Why didn't you tell me earlier!"

The black cat squatted at the end of the bed, watching Hermione hurriedly start dressing up without putting on her clothes, "It's for nothing, besides me, you are the first to get up."

"Ah!" Hermione screamed strangely and rushed towards the black cat, but the black cat jumped up quickly and stepped on her butt again, "Macon!"

Until nine o'clock in the morning, Mrs. Weasley, who had made breakfast, stood in front of the stairs and started calling their names one by one.

"Oh, dear, you've had a hard time today." Mr. Weasley swallowed the last morsel of food in his mouth, put on his coat, came to Madam's side, kissed her quickly on the face, and left in a hurry, "We're going to be late for duty. .”

"Arthur, drive slowly on the road." Mrs. Weasley accompanied him to the door and told him to pay attention to his safety.

Not long after, more and more people came down to eat. Just as everyone was enjoying breakfast, the door of the Weasley family was knocked again. Mrs. Weasley thought Arthur had forgotten to bring something, but the person who came shocked her. Shocked.

"Merry Christmas, Mrs. Weasley," Rufus Scrimgeour took off his hat and bowed slightly, "Sorry to bother you during this holiday season."

"Mr. Minister, what I said is true," Mr. Weasley explained in a panic as he left and returned. "It was my two adult children who were playing around last night."

"Arthur? What are you doing?" Mrs. Weasley pretended to be calm. Harry and Ron made a lot of noise last night. They were both underage.

"Don't be nervous, Mrs. Weasley," Scrimgeour walked into the living room on his own, "Someone reported last night that there was a large-scale magical fight here. I just came here to understand the situation."

"Mr. Minister, that's just a child's play," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. There are only three wizarding families nearby, and they are all acquaintances. It is impossible for them to report it. "Look, this matter is so···"

"Arthur, this is not what a Ministry of Magic official should say," Scrimgeour said calmly after patrolling for a week, "Even though we are not very sensitive in monitoring traces in minors, there was an incident last night. The fluctuations are unprecedented.”

"But Minister, you said it was unprecedented. Are the people in the Misuse of Magic Office mistaken? Look, do you want to check again..." Mr. Weasley wanted to buy more time, but his words were blocked again. interrupt.

"Mr. Arthur! Don't forget the flashback spell!" Scrimgeour turned and came to him, "I have given enough face by coming alone."

The black cat on the dining table swung its tail impatiently. This guy came after me. Is this a trivial matter worthy of the minister's intervention?

"Hey~, does Minister Scrimgeour think that the students below don't even have one or two decent spells?" The black cat took elegant steps and squatted in front of him, "A group of desperate Death Eaters, in As the Minister of Magic, do you have any objection to besieging a low-level wizarding company on Christmas Eve?"

"Your Excellency Macon," Scrimgeour bowed respectfully and completely put away his minister's airs, "According to Article [-] of the "Reasonable Restraint of Minor Wizards", under special circumstances, when the wizard himself or other wizards present Or when Muggle life is threatened, but you need to report to the Ministry of Magic."

"Okay, I will go in the near future."

"Thank you for your cooperation."

The black cat looked at Scrimgeour leaving and narrowed his eyes slightly.With such a low profile, has the relationship with Dumbledore already become so tense?