The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Professor! Look, I succeeded!" Bowen saw the black cat walking into the common room and raised his palm excitedly. The alchemy array that lit up on it flickered on and off, and the complicated and mysterious runes were rising and falling like life. Rusty gears, intermittent.

The black cat jumped up, swallowed the alchemy array in one gulp, landed on the sofa deftly, and licked his lips, "Although it's a day late, and you're still very inexperienced in using it, you can barely pass the test."

"Can this be eaten?" Bowen gathered the alchemy array in his palm again and placed it in front of him curiously. His eyes were getting closer and closer to his palm, and a strange idea arose in his mind.

What would happen if the professor didn't eat the alchemy array, but touched it?What would happen if you directly use the alchemy array to refine creatures?Why are the materials used in alchemy all dead? Are living things...

"Berwin!"

Just as he was thinking wildly, a stern voice sounded in his head, instantly bringing him back to reality.

"Refining the head into a solid one will only make you stupider." The black cat's eyes bloomed with a captivating light, and ferocious black claws appeared out of thin air to pinch his neck and pull Bowen in front of him. "The taboo of alchemy, I I told you in the first class. I will deal with disobedient students as soon as possible."

Bowen struggled, instinctively trying to open the black claws, but no matter how hard he tried, the black claws would not move at all.The coldness on his neck and the suffocation caused by lack of oxygen made his eyes begin to roll up and his tongue involuntarily spit out of his mouth.

Just when he vaguely saw his long-dead grandma, Black Claw suddenly disappeared and Bowen fell to the ground.

He inhaled violently, making a sound like pulling an old bellows. After a while, he said with difficulty, "Hug, I'm sorry... ahem, Professor, I don't dare to do it anymore!"

The black cat's eyes narrowed slightly, a smile appeared on his face, and he said softly to him, "It seems that Bowen is an obedient and good student. It's so late, so go back to bed."

Bowen covered his neck with his hands and nodded quickly. The smile on the black cat's face made the hairs on his body stand on end and made him feel chilled in his heart.

The black cat looked at Bowen who stumbled out of the lounge, wagging his cat's tail, and soon a snow-white rabbit flew in from the door.

He raised his right paw, and the scarlet alchemy array lit up and quickly turned into dark red. The floating and rotating runes began to ooze thick blood and drip onto the array diagram.

Immediately afterwards, the floating spell moved the rabbit to the alchemy array. The thick blood seemed to be alive. It squirmed crazily and instantly pounced on the rabbit.

As the rabbit struggled to its death, thick blood spread throughout its body, and any hole on it became an entrance to the blood.

Its originally bright red eyes turned black almost in the blink of an eye, and bulged out of their sockets, and its plump body seemed to be inflated, growing in size by a full circle.

The snow-white fur split into a long and narrow gap, and instead of the blood spilling out as expected, it suddenly opened up.Eyeballs were rolling around inside, and those godless eyes looked around wantonly, evil, greedy, and eager.

The black cat looked at the rabbit's transformation without expression, until the next second after the transformation ended, a cold light shot out from his left paw, and he swung it to his right hand at an extremely fast speed...

The rabbit lost its restraints and fell to the ground. Along with it fell half of the black cat's arm. Several flesh-colored axons were drilled out of the smooth and flat incisions. Coral-like axons were drilled out again like stick insect axons. dendrites.

The dark fur on the half arm also split into long and narrow gaps like the rabbit.

Seeing this, the black cat swung its tail rapidly, and blue flames emerged from the end of the tail, turning into a terrifying beast and pounced on the rabbit and the severed arm. Its flesh was twisted and twitched under the burning of the fierce fire, accompanied by shrill and terrifying sounds. The scream quickly turned to ash.

"Macon?" Hermione heard the noise and came to the lounge. The black cat was squatting on the ground staring at a ball of ashes in a daze. When she walked over, she found that one of his forelimbs was missing, "Your hand?" "

"Huh?" Black Cat turned his head and looked at Hermione. He put half of his forelimb behind his back and scratched his butt. When he stretched it back out, it was already intact. "What's wrong with the hand?"

Hermione blinked. Could it be that she saw it wrong because the light was too dark?She picked up the black cat, held its paws and turned it over and over, looking over and over. There was not even a wound on it, "I heard a very scary sound just now."

"The Bent-Horned Snorlax broke into the lounge, and I used fire to kill it." The black cat raised its head and behaved, as if it was coming to praise me.

"Crescent-Horned Snorlax? We are in the Floating City." Hermione frowned and turned the black cat to face her. "Luna's imaginary animal, she herself said that thing can't fly."

"Then I guess I saw it wrong." The black cat twitched its ears and turned away, its tail twirling restlessly.

"Are you hiding something from me again?" Hermione looked at the black cat suspiciously. It was like this in every school year at Hogwarts, and it would definitely not be able to escape in the last school year this year.

"How is that possible? I just found a private tutor for you."

"Private professor? My grades shouldn't be a problem to graduate from Hogwarts, right?"

"What about after graduation? What this professor teaches is not something that can be learned in school."

"And there is a professor in this field? Who is it?"

"Of course, there are countless wizards throughout the wizarding world who want to be his disciples. You must have heard of his name, Gellert Grindelwald."

"I've heard of this name. Isn't he..." Hermione nodded, then suddenly widened her eyes and raised the black cat in disbelief, "You found a Dark Lord to be my tutor?"

"What Dark Lord? What he said was so unpleasant," Black Cat patted her hand disapprovingly, gesturing for her to put him down. "It's a sensible Dark Lord."

"It's not the same, no! That's more terrifying than being irrational! Wasn't he imprisoned in Nurmengard? Did you rescue him?"

Hermione's face paled slightly. She had heard Grindelwald's name mentioned by Macon on the first day of vacation.At that time, he said he wanted them to meet, thinking it was just a joke. Unexpectedly, on the first day after the vacation, he actually became his tutor.

"Don't worry, Dumbledore sent it personally. It'll be fine if you don't tell others." The black cat assured him, and found that the little witch's face was still a little ugly, so he continued, "He is already over 100 years old. You also have the Black Cat Hairpin and the Book of Gears.”

"I'm just worried that he might have some conspiracy?" Hermione said nervously. Although the number of people in Black Cat Academy is not large, there are nearly 300 people in the three grades combined. If Grindelwald attacks them, the consequences will be disastrous.

The black cat rolled his eyes and leaned against the little witch's ear. The novel said to her, "Dumbledore and Grindelwald are..."

Hermione's face quickly turned from white to red, and she stiffly lowered her head to look at the black cat. The disbelief on her face was enough to prove that this was the biggest melon she had ever eaten.