The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Dear Dark Lord, Lord Voldemort, it is an honor to be your opponent."

Macon walked gracefully in front of Voldemort, raised his right hand high, spread five fingers in the air, turned his forearm around and then gradually closed it, and finally retracted it obliquely to the left abdomen, while stepping on the tip of his right foot to the left, bowing slightly.

Voldemort turned into black smoke vigilantly and quickly moved away.

Macon's beautiful yellow-green eyes stared at Voldemort playfully, and the delicious food finally arrived.

"Are you that black cat? Put away your damn eyes, Cruciatus!"

Voldemort, who suppressed his anger, could no longer suppress his fury. He raised his hand and cast the Cruciatus Curse. He wanted the damned black cat to put away its playful eyes. He wanted to kill the black cat and cut it out with his own hands. Take those eyes off!

"Honorable Lord Dark Lord, is this all you have?"

"Avada eats a big melon!"

Macon easily avoided the spell of the laser, and walked towards Voldemort like a leisurely stroll.

"How dare you, how dare you, talk to me like that!"

The enraged Voldemort no longer had any scruples, the green light from his wand shot out one after another, and Macon kept dodging and advancing against the green light!

Whenever he got close, Voldemort would turn into a puff of black smoke, dodge to a further distance, and then continue to cast Avada to eat the big melon.

As Voldemort's extraction of Lockhart's magic power gradually accelerated, the firing rate and frequency of the Avada Kedavra curse also accelerated.

Harry and Ron were being chased by the blind basilisk, and they couldn't help but be attracted by the Avada Kedavra flying in the distance after they had just taken a breath.

Those fast-flying and dense green lights can say goodbye to this world as long as they are touched.

"Ha, Harry! Let's get rid of the basilisk as soon as possible and get out of here, it's too scary over there!"

Ron shook the stunned Harry awake and explained his point to him.

Harry nodded desperately, the blind basilisk here is much cuter than the crazy gnawing melon over there.

Macon looked at Voldemort who was always turning into black smoke to dodge, and suddenly thought about it, he quickly came to the black leather notebook, bent down to pick it up, and handed the notebook to the lasering green light.

The green light that was originally shooting straight at Macon suddenly made a sharp turn, turning a [-]-degree angle and whistling away.

"Vile brute! Let go of that notebook!"

Seeing the notebook Macon was holding, the enraged Voldemort instantly sobered up.

"Oh? You value this notebook? You cast the Avada Kedavra curse on me again, and I'll return it to you. If you choose not to cast it, I'll destroy it with Fiendfire."

Hearing what Macon said, Voldemort was full of question marks?This person is sick?But the manipulated Voldemort had no choice.

"Avada eats a big melon!"

A thick green light shot out, and Macon was about to reach for the green light with his notebook, but Voldemort, who had reacted, commanded the green light to deflect again.

"You villain! Dishonest!"

Voldemort flew into a rage, when had Voldemort been manipulated like this before, his fury was about to break through his reason again.

"Dear Lord Dark Lord, do I need to promise you?"

Macon shook the note in his hand, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

"Damn! Damn! Damn!"

Voldemort completely lost his mind, and the black smoke all over his body rose violently. Lockhart, who was lying unconscious on the ground, kept whining. His originally strong body shrank and withered rapidly, and finally looked like a skinny mummy.

"Awada eats a big melon!!!"

"Boom!!!"

The thick green light of the bucket flashed away, and Macon, who was avoiding it, couldn't help but wiped the sweat that didn't exist on his forehead.

boom!

~Hiss! ~Hiss!~

"Ah, my dear Mr. Voldemort, you are really accurate at gnawing big melons!"

Macon turned around and looked at the basilisk that had just rushed out of the passage. It was bombarded by this super big melon and slammed into the wall, and then fell limply on the ground. It could only hiss twice, and it was completely There was no movement.

At this time, Voldemort, who had exhausted his magic power, looked at the dead basilisk in a daze, and completely calmed down.

"Macon, what happened? How did the basilisk die?"

Harry ran out of the passage with a wand in his left hand and a long sword covered in basilisk venom and blood in his right hand, only to find that the basilisk he stabbed was dead.

"Where is Ron? Why did you come out by yourself?"

Macon looked at Harry who was alone in doubt. Maomao was worried that Ron would not be eaten, right?

"Ron may have lost his way in the water pipe. We were chased by the basilisk and went astray."

"..., Fox! You take Harry and leave first, and I will deal with the aftermath."

Fox was squatting on a high place watching a play, when he heard Macon's cry, he flew down to grab Harry, and Apparated out of the Chamber of Secrets.

Macon looked at the quiet Voldemort with some doubts, what is this for?The reserve of the Dark Lord?What about your temptation?Where is your majesty?

Eating him so calmly made Maomao a little disappointed, so Maomao decided to add another fire.

"Dear Lord Dark Lord, I heard that you desire to leap over death and pursue eternal life?"

The topic of death and eternal life, like an ancient spell, instantly awakened the sluggish Voldemort. He looked at Macon in front of him uncertainly, trying to see something from his equally handsome and extraordinary face.

Macon, who turned around and came to Lockhart, looked at the professor who was hanging like a mummy with only one breath left, and stepped on his cervical spine without hesitation.

Two slender and white fingers hung in front of his chest, and the mysterious power as black as ink continuously gathered between his fingers, and finally turned into a dark talisman with metallic luster, and the distorted red letters on it were like boiling blood.

Voldemort looked at the talisman in horror. It was a power system he had never recognized, but the aura emanating from the talisman made him tremble all over, and the whispers filling his ears kept provoking his remaining rationality.

Macon threw the talisman to Lockhart's forehead, the weird talisman disappeared in a flash, and a gap opened in the air, and several dark and ferocious black claws climbed up the crack in an instant, accompanied by continuous clicking sounds, the edge of the crack Being pulled and gradually expanded.

Lockhart's soul quickly walked out of the crack, and he rushed towards his corpse. When the soul touched the corpse, a large amount of black mist enveloped him, and then quickly poured into his body.

"Dear master, your most loyal servant, Gilderoy Lockhart pays you the highest respect!"

Lockhart, who was originally like a mummy, stood up again. At this time, he had already returned to his original form. He prostrated himself at Macon's feet and kissed the toe of his shoe.

"No! This is impossible! This is a fake! This is a scam! How could you? How could you obtain the power to leap to death!"

Voldemort was insane, he kept roaring, this kind of power, only Voldemort can have it!

"Your Majesty the Dark Lord, do you want to have this kind of power too?"

Macon's original eloquent voice was full of temptation for Voldemort, which was the power he dreamed of.

"I want, I want to live forever! I want to leap to death!"

Looking at the pair of strange-colored pupils that seemed to pierce his own soul, the great Dark Lord Voldemort lowered his proud head, and he looked at Macon with eyes full of hope.

"Come then! Be one with me! What's yours is mine, and what's mine is mine!"

Macon's smile became more and more sinister, and he ran towards Voldemort, who longed for immortality, with a frenzied aura.

"No!~"

The ferocious black claws did not show him the slightest pity, and the black claws longing for Voldemort's soul quickly dragged him into the "Book of the Seven Secrets of the Earth".

Macon smacked his lips, sure enough, the tortured soul is more delicious...

Throw the horcrux that has turned into an ordinary notebook on the ground into the space backpack, and use the shrinking spell to turn the nearly 20-meter-long basilisk into a one-meter-long rope. What, forget it or go back to have dinner first.

Lockhart stood respectfully behind Macon, and as he left together, the secret room completely returned to silence, with occasional shouts coming from the intricate underground waterway.

"Harry!~ Macon~ Where are you~ Woohoo..."