The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Filch, what's going on...God, Filch, hurry up and get a stretcher."

Professor McGonagall, who was passing by on the night patrol, hurried over and looked at Nick who was petrified in the air with complicated eyes. This monster was simply too terrifying, and even dead ghosts could be petrified.

"Professor, I didn't do this, I swear, I've been like this since I got here."

Harry anxiously explained to Professor McGonagall that he was going crazy. Except for the last time he was injured and hospitalized, he was hit by himself in the second petrification incident. He was so annoyed that he wanted to strangle himself.

"Harry, calm down first. I can't decide this matter. Let's send Justin to the medical room first. Filch will be back soon."

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry, hoping that he could calm down a bit. As for the fact that he was a Parseltongue, the whole school was already raging.

"Poor boy, Filch, hurry up and get him on the stretcher, hurry up, he's just fainted."

Madam Pomfrey stepped forward quickly, checked Justin's condition, and responded quickly.

The people around heard that they just fainted from fright, and their eyes lit up instantly, which meant that Justin must have seen that thing.

"Filch, go and inform the principal, we'll take Justin to the medical room."

Professor McGonagall decided to notify the principal first. If he could find out what it was, he would definitely be able to break the deadlock.

However, Professor McGonagall didn't know that Dumbledore had already determined the true identity of the thing since Colin was petrified.

"Professor McGonagall, let me come."

Harry used the levitation spell to float the stretcher and Justin together. Professor McGonagall looked at Harry's wandless spellcasting silently with some surprise, and couldn't help but nodded secretly. It seemed that Macon taught well every night.

Macon, of course, does not have the authority to confine him. Although Dumbledore chose the head, he still needs the consent of Professor McGonagall.

Hogwarts Hospital

"'Flash of Light'! Don't eat me! Don't eat me!"

Justin woke up slowly, and he sat up in shock in an instant. He shouted loudly, and kept waving his empty right hand.

A strong bright light suddenly appeared and scattered in all directions.

Poor Justin, so frightened that he could cast spells without a staff.

"Calm down, Mr. Finlayly, you're safe."

Dumbledore took out the Elder Wand and sent a soft blue light over Justin's head, which made him calm down a lot.

"Mr. Principal! I saw a big mouth, it was going to eat us, but Nick suddenly petrified in front of me, and my sunglasses were on fire. I was terrified. I closed my eyes and kept using 'flares'." Blink',, I, I, and then I don't remember..."

Justin recalled what happened before he fainted with lingering fear.

"Mr. Finlayley, you can rest assured that Mr. Potter found you and brought you to the medical room. Have you seen what kind of monster it is?"

Professor McGonagall explained the cause and effect to him, and asked the key.

"I, I didn't see it clearly, because I was wearing sunglasses and it was night again. I just remember it was a big mouth with sharp fangs on it."

Justin looked at Harry with guilt. He kept spreading rumors in school because of what happened last time. He didn't expect that after his accident, Harry sent himself to the medical room regardless of the past.

"I'm sorry, Harry, I was the one who spread rumors at school, saying that you were the heir to the Chamber of Secrets... woohoo... I thought you were the one who encouraged the snake to bite me last time, sorry, Harry..."

He covered his head with the quilt, feeling that he was ashamed to face others, so he could only hide in the quilt and keep crying. The kind little badger kept blaming himself for his recklessness.

"Justin, it's not your fault, even if you don't say it, they will think so."

Harry looked at Justin who was hiding under the blanket complicatedly. When he spoke the Parseltongue, it was already destined to be this result.

"Professor Dumbledore, not Harry, I can swear it in front of the Ministry of Magic."

Hagrid came panting with two chickens, and he wanted to tell Dumbledore what he thought immediately.

"Well, Hagrid, I don't think Harry did it, what's with the dead chicken in your hand?"

Dumbledore looked at the chicken in Hagrid's hand and questioned.

"Professor, I found that every time something strange happens in the castle, some chickens in my cage will always die. This is the third time."

"Hagrid, I will investigate clearly, you go back first."

Dumbledore dismissed Hagrid and looked back at Harry.

"Harry, is there anything you can tell me?"

"No, Mr. Principal, I have nothing to say, thank you for trusting me."

"Okay, kid, you go back first, we'll take care of it here."

Dumbledore frowned and looked at Harry who was leaving. Did this kid choose to solve the problem by himself?

After leaving the medical room, Harry met Ron at the door. Obviously he had also heard the news. Harry took Ron back to the Gryffindor lounge and told him what happened tonight.

Time does not stop because of individuals. The arrival of Christmas has washed away a lot of gossip.

In Macon's hut at this time, the two were busy arranging Christmas decorations, Hermione was in charge of hanging the decorations in the room, and Macon was carrying the fir tree and fixing it in the yard.

"Hermione, don't you plan to go back for Christmas?"

Fir-fixed Macon is hanging Christmas decorations, the Christmas tree is seven meters high.

"Yes, Macon, the Polyjuice Potion will be brewed in a few days, and the three of us are going to talk to Draco."

Hermione stood under the tree and looked at Macon floating in the air.

"Oh, if you think it's right, just do it, but I have to be present when you drink the potion."

Macon, who suddenly thought of something, looked at Hermione expectantly.

Looking at Macon with a treacherous face, she always felt that things would not go so smoothly.

Outside the Hogwarts Great Hall, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Macon are all leaning on the low wall watching the little wizards in the sleigh leave the school and go to Hogsmeade station. They will stay at the school Spend the Christmas holidays.

"Look, everyone, the heir of our Slytherin, he is an extremely evil wizard, haha."

Fred and George joked about Harry, and Ron laughed too.

"Harry, they're always like that, and it's not on purpose."

Ron explained to him that of course Harry wouldn't think they did it on purpose, maybe all the wizards in the school would think they were the heir of Slytherin, but the Weasley brothers certainly wouldn't.

"Macon, this is your Golden Galleon, thank you for your spell, we have made a lot of money."

The two put the big box in their hands on the ground. Macon put the box in his backpack and took it out again. There were thousands of galleons in it, let alone.

"Huh? You took the business outside the school?"

"Of course, we went from Hogwarts to Hogsmeade and from there to Diagon Alley, except, of course, Knockturn Alley, which they didn't like."

These two people are really talented, Macon thought about it, and returned the box to them.

"This money is left to you and counted as my investment, and you will give me shares when you open a store in the future."

"Of course no problem, Macon, you are not only a genius, but also a Bole."

"Huh? Do you still know Bole?"

"Of course, rich knowledge allows us to deal with all kinds of people. Believe us, when we make money, we will use gold Galleons to make you a luxurious cat litter."

After the two brothers finished speaking, they hugged the box and left quickly.

Return the cat litter made by Jin Jialong?Isn't Ben Meow a giant dragon, sleeping in gold coins?

Ron watched his two older brothers leave, the trunk full of the wonderful banging of Galleons, which his father, Arthur Weasley, had worked to death at the Ministry of Magic for 20 years. much money.

"Macon, you just gave them the money? Are you not afraid that your investment will be in vain?"

"Ron, you have to trust your two older brothers. They are very business-minded. They are just over 1000 Galleons. It's not a big deal."

Macon looked at Ron calmly, and donated the goods worth several million Galleons as soon as he said he would donate, and he didn't care about this small amount of money.