The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"You, please let go first," the black cat drooped its ears, clamped its legs, and shrank its butt backwards, "I will change if you let go."

"Macon, I think you understand what I mean," Hermione raised the black cat's chin to make him look at her. Do you still want to make it bigger to fool me?There is no door. "If you get it right, there will be a reward. If you get it wrong, just wait and see!"

"No reward, okay?" Black Cat felt that he could save it again now.

"Weren't you clamoring for kittens all day long?" Hermione flicked her thumb on the little bell, "Are you going to use this in the future?"

"Meow!~" The black cat shook its head wildly, and the hair on its tail exploded.Is this still my little witch?Isn't this too fierce?

"Then just transform for me!" Hermione let go of her hand and sat on the edge of the bed, "I saw all the changes in you that day at the Weasley's house."

"Hey!~" The black cat sighed, helplessly activated the Animagus, and looked at Hermione with a resentful look on his face, "So, are you satisfied?"

Hermione stared blankly at Macon. His voice was gentle and soft, but it was like warm sunshine, with a bit of resentment, like gurgling water, flowing into her heart.

The originally black and silky waist-length hair now hangs down like a waterfall, reaching to her ankles.On the delicate melon face, under the long and curled eyelashes, there are two gem-like yellow-green eyes.The bridge of his nose is straight but exquisite, and two small, white tiger teeth are exposed in his small cherry mouth that he pursed because of his unhappiness...

"This, this, this, this is so beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione rubbed her eyes in disbelief and came to Macon tremblingly.She stood on tiptoes and wanted to touch his cheek, but unfortunately she couldn't reach it several times when she raised her hand. "Quick, hug me!"

"There's really nothing I can do about you." Macon bent down as if holding a child, holding her armpits with both hands. After lifting her up, he used his arms to support her hips.

"So beautiful, even the most beautiful Veela will be eclipsed in front of you," Hermione gently lifted the long hair on one side of his forehead and carefully observed this astonishing beauty, unconsciously letting out a weird laugh.

"Okay, okay, I'll change back. I can't see anyone like this. It's really annoying." Macon curled his lips and was about to put Hermione down to release the Animagus transformation, but suddenly Feeling a cold feeling in my chest, "You, what do you want to do?"

"These clothes must not have been washed for a long time, right?" Hermione unbuttoned his clothes and pulled them to both sides, "How about taking advantage of this transformation to change clothes?"

"Put away your little abacus, you want me to wear women's clothes?" Macon smiled, and she heard the sound of the beads clinking as soon as she opened her mouth, "I can't wear those clothes of yours."

"That's such a shame." Hermione lowered her head in disappointment, then quickly took out the wand from the hairpin with her right hand and pointed it at Macon's clothes.Unfortunately, there was a flash of golden light, and her transformation spell was lifted without having any effect.

"Huh, why can't you give me something soft? The reward you just mentioned has not been fulfilled yet." Macon looked at Hermione, who was squirming in her arms because her little trick was discovered, and decided to give her some advice. " I’d better do it myself.”

"Reward? What reward? Why did you take off your clothes?" Hermione panicked and wanted to escape, but now she was held in the air by him with one hand, and the wand in her hand was also swept away by his tail, leaving her helpless. Waving arms and kicking legs.

"Because it hasn't been washed for a long time," Macon put Hermione on the bed, leaned down, and raised her chin just like she did to him before, looking at the tempting blush and said, "Take out your I quite like the momentum and look just now."

"I was joking just now." Hermione held his chest with both hands, looking at the face getting closer and closer, her two little feet unconsciously hooked together, holding her legs together desperately.An unspeakable restlessness began to rise in her body, and she simply closed her eyes.

The imaginary kiss did not come, but the buttons on the clothes were unbuttoned one by one.The fair skin exposed to the air was flushed due to nervousness and was still trembling slightly.Until her chest relaxed and warm hands covered it, her brain completely shut down.

To Macon's surprise, Hermione hugged him directly and took the initiative to offer her fragrant lips. During the fierce kiss, the girl twisted her hot upper body, as if she wanted to completely integrate herself into his body.After a moment, there was a sudden stiffness, and the only sound left in the bedroom was the girl's violent breathing.

who I am?where am I?What am I going to do?Macon scratched his butt. He hadn't done anything yet. Is this the end?Looking at Hermione with misty eyes, he had no choice but to pick her up and walk into the bathroom.

Early the next morning, after Hermione woke up, she still chose not to open her eyes. She was lying on Macon's body like a koala, holding his neck tightly with both hands.

The touch on her skin clearly told her that she was wearing nothing. Of course, this was not something that happened in the middle of the night, but that she hid in bed after taking a shower.

What happened last night made her want to find a hole in the ground and crawl into it. Between active and passive devotion, she chose to sacrifice herself and her loneliness.

Macon didn't know what kind of brainstorming was going on with the girl in her arms, but he knew from her increasingly accelerated heartbeat that she was already awake.

Put his hands up and down on her back, gently turn his body and put her on the bed.Slowly loosen your hands around her neck and cover her with the quilt.

Macon quietly walked out of the bedroom and started preparing breakfast.

After the door closed in the bedroom, Hermione on the bed shrank into the bed, wrapped herself in the quilt, and started rolling in death.

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"Wand, wand, tell me, who is the most... No, tell me, why is this?" Voldemort murmured softly, holding the wand in both hands.

The wand that had been with her for decades had problems one after another during the last battle with Potter. At first she thought it was an incompatibility between her soul and Bella's body.

But after returning, after many tests and paying the price of a field of Death Eater corpses, she was surprised to find that those people died in vain.

"Lucius! Why do you stand so far away every time?" Voldemort suddenly looked at the corner, "Although the last operation failed, the problem is not you, come to the master!"

"Yes, yes! My master!" Lucius agreed, but cursed in his heart. Those who stood close were the ones who were carried out in the end.

"Originally, I thought that the last plan would not work, but I didn't expect that the effect was surprisingly good. It's a pity that there was an accident in the end, so there is no need to be nervous Lucius," Voldemort used his wand to raise his head, which was lowered in fear, " As long as any Death Eater can prove his usefulness, I will not be stingy in rewarding him."

Lucius immediately knelt on the ground and praised loudly, "Thank you! Praise you! My master!"