The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

In the Office of the Minister of Magic, Scrimgeour was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot. The last time the Death Eaters blew up the Magical Commercial Street has not subsided, and the Death Eaters destroyed Wagadu again!

This horrifying news spread throughout the wizarding world in a very short time. At this juncture, he could not go out to explain to the reporters who were surrounding the entrance of the magic department. He could only stay in the office and wait for news from the International Federation of Wizards. The arrival of the President of the Association - Babajide Ajinbade.

"Minister Scrimgeour! I need an explanation!" Akinbad pushed open the office door with a loud bang and begged for an explanation.

"Your Excellency, President, this is no longer something that our Ministry of Magic in England can control. This is a disaster for the entire wizarding world!" Scrimgeour looked at the other party's dark face and two bloodshot red eyes, and suddenly said Slapping his forehead, this African-American president graduated from Wagadu.

"I want to see Albus Dumbledore!" Akinbard gasped, tugged on Scrimgeour's collar, and shouted loudly, "He can kill the last Dark Lord, this one It can be solved too! But you pushed him away!"

"Your Excellency, President! That is the matter of the previous president and has nothing to do with me!" Scrimgeour tried to free his hands, but when faced with those murderous eyes, he could only let go of his hands in despair, "The top priority now is Eliminate public opinion in the wizarding world..."

"Listen! Scrimgeour," Akinbad pulled him in front of him and said to him fiercely, "I don't know how you got into this position, but I know it's definitely not your brain! I don't care either. Those public opinions, I just want to see Albus Dumbledore now!"

"Okay, sir, I'll contact him right now." Scrimgeour wiped the liquid on his face that was either saliva or sweat, straightened his wrinkled collar, and sighed deeply.

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"Thousands of Death Eaters launched an attack on Wagadu. The principal escaped to protect the people and his life and death are still unknown. The magic school that has stood for thousands of years disappeared... This is simply crazy!"

Professor McGonagall angrily slapped the newspaper in her hand on the desk, and kept pressing her temples with the hand on her forehead.

After receiving the news, she felt like she was in another world, as if she had returned to the Wizarding War, and those bloody and cruel scenes appeared in her mind one by one.

"Can't we do something?" Professor Sprout said worriedly. Death Eaters have launched attacks on Hogwarts since last year. They were just scattered and not a threat, but there were really thousands of Death Eaters. The gang launched an attack..., she didn't dare to think about it anymore.

"We have been doing what we can. Not only did we open the Duel Club, I have also been emphasizing the importance of the Iron Armor Curse. I even made time to teach them how to use the spell to offset and counterattack. Unfortunately, they need too much time to grow. ."

Professor Flitwick adjusted his glasses. The magic power of young wizards can rarely match that of adult wizards. They can only seek breakthroughs in skills, but that also requires a lot of time to practice.

Professor Snape raised his right hand and touched his chin, looked down at Flitwick displeased, and then fell into deep thought.Voldemort launched the attack without notifying him at all. It must have been an impromptu attack. So what was the reason?

"Various potions for treating flesh wounds and fractures are being brewed intensively. Of course, there are also some potions for dealing with the sequelae of curses." Professor Slughorn shrugged. This took up a lot of his time. This year's dinner It's all in vain.

After everyone finished speaking, they all turned their attention to the black cat lying on the desk basking in the sun. As the dean of the Black Cat Academy and the sole director of Hogwarts, they all wanted to know what Macon had prepared.

"Many alchemy dolls will be delivered in the afternoon. They will be responsible for the safety of Hogwarts." The black cat turned over lazily, letting the sun shine on its belly, and flicked its tail comfortably.

"Alchemy doll?" Professor Flitwick made a sweeping gesture and asked the black cat, "Like this?"

"Ha~ That's the housework type, this time it's the fighting type," the black cat laughed at his funny look, but was not angry and continued, "They will work 24 hours a day, and they can fight alone when they encounter the enemy. Soldiers can be divided into groups and freely combined to fight to the death."

"Is this something that alchemy can do?" Professor Flitwick suddenly became energetic. He walked quickly with his short legs and came to the black cat. He held up the table and asked, "What about magic? I mean , what kind of spells do they have?"

"Unfortunately, they don't know any magic spells," the black cat said, and found a look of disappointment on the other party's face, and continued, "However, their alchemical weapons can easily cut or penetrate ordinary iron armor spells."

"Merlin's beard!" Professor Flitwick screamed strangely. He was obviously more excited than before. "They are puppets. They are not afraid of the death curse. When you get close with that alchemy weapon, they are simply a wizard's nightmare. Plus, they can cooperate with each other." Launching an attack, it’s hard to imagine how terrifyingly lethal it would be.”

"Of course." Black Cat nodded in agreement, secretly applauding in his heart. As expected of a man who has won many duels, he immediately revealed the key point.

"How many are there?" Professor McGonagall was still a little worried. After all, there were many Death Eaters, and if they really wanted to attack Hogwarts, Voldemort himself would definitely come forward in person.

The black cat turned over and squatted down, raised one of its paws, and opened it with force. The black flesh pads were smooth and shiny.

"Fifty is enough." Professor McGonagall thought for a moment. This number, plus their professors, and the other defense mechanisms of the castle, shouldn't be a problem.

When the black cat heard this number, he shook his head again and opened his claws even harder.

"Five hundred?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise. These alchemy dolls are really as powerful as Macon said.Five hundred Death Eaters versus thousands of Death Eaters, as long as they were caught by surprise, it wouldn't be a problem to kill them all.

"Huh?" The black cat retracted its claws in confusion, looked at the slightly shaking toes and balls on the bottom side, and said to her, "It's six hundred."

When everyone heard this number, they looked at the black cat in shock. Now the safety of Hogwarts was completely guaranteed.

Excitement and joy quickly took over their faces, but Snape's expression was full of fear and fear.In the inherent thinking, no one will show their trump card easily, and those who put it on the bright side will always be rare.

A killing tool that can be mass-produced can easily be used by [-] people. It only took three years since the alchemy doll appeared and was widely accepted by the wizarding world.

The layout of this black cat was not intended to be hidden from the beginning, but was completely placed in front of everyone, making everyone think that all those dolls can do is serve the wizard family.Even in terms of publicity, the emphasis is on housework.

In this wizarding world that pursues the supremacy of magic, no one cares about the horrific consequences that non-magical products can bring.

The black cat noticed Snape's strangeness and raised the corners of his mouth slightly towards him, revealing his fangs.What Maomao exposes to the outside world is never his trump card.