The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Is the matter resolved?"

"Well, it tastes good."

Dumbledore came to the small table and sat down cross-legged, picked up the black tea that Macon handed over, of course he knew that the taste did not refer to black tea.

"Macon, I wonder if you've heard of such a thing as 'unknown'?"

Um?unknown?thing?He looked at Dumbledore suspiciously.

"Although I can't recognize your power, I always have a feeling that this is very similar to the unknown, such as ghouls. We don't know when these things started to appear, and we don't know how they were born. .”

"Like some places, no matter whether people or animals enter, they will never come out again. Some items will make people crazy or even die after being touched. Thousands of years ago, there were wizards who studied these things and even dug out some rules. Come, but then they found that this kind of thing can be easily solved by a magic spell, so they gave up exploring."

When Macon heard this, he probably understood what was going on. He always thought that this was a magical world, and there was no weirdness.

Now after listening to Dumbledore's words, I realized that it's not that there is no such thing, but that the wizarding world has the means to contain these weirdnesses, that is, they call them ominous existences, which made him even more curious.

"Mr. Principal, what is that spell you speak of?"

"Macon, of course it's Fiendfire, what do you think it is?"

Hearing Fiendfyre, Macon shuddered. Normally, he would not care about Fiendfire, but Fiendfire has always been what he feared. The kind of flame that can burn all substances can not only burn magic power, but also burn Spirituality, not to mention weirdness.

This kind of flame that burns quickly as soon as it gets a little bit on it will automatically search for enemies, and it doesn't distinguish between enemies and friends. Apart from ending it with a counter-curse, basically there is no way within the specifications.

Any known substance, even magic and spirituality, can be fuel for Fiendfyre.

The destructive power of this extreme curse is much stronger than the three unforgivable curses. As for why it is not considered one of the unforgivable curses, it is because the Fiercefire curse has a counter-curse, although it is also a black magic .

In the wizarding world, except for wizards of the level of Dumbledore and Grindelwald, no one is willing to cast Fiercefire, which is a spell that is easy to learn but difficult to use.

"Mr. Principal, if there are precious items or people in the unknown place, will the final outcome be lit with fire?"

"Yes, Macon, we found that the unknown can grow, whether it is a creature or an object, or even something invisible to the naked eye, but they can all be ignited by Fiendflame."

When Dumbledore said this, he had fallen into memory. He had done many wrong things in his life, including facing the unknown and casting Fiendfire. He could only destroy the unknown, but he could not save others.

"Macon, I hope you can make good use of your power. If you agree, I will take you to a place after the holiday. I think you will like it there."

Macon was even more puzzled by what Dumbledore said. The wizarding world not only has the ability to deal with weirdness, but does it even have organizations for weirdness?

Since it is organized, it means that weirdness is not uncommon, which is good news, Macon couldn't help licking his lips.

"Okay, Mr. Principal, I will go with you during the holidays."

With weirdness comes momentum, and Macon is looking forward to this holiday trip.

After leaving the principal's office, Macon went to the kitchen first, and now it was past meal time, and when he came to the medical room, he was surprised that another patient was lying on the hospital bed.

"Macon..."

Ron saw Macon coming, his voice was hoarse and full of resentment.

"Uh, long time no see, Ron, I mean, how are you?"

It was only then that Macon remembered that there was a person left in the secret room, and he scratched his ass.

"You all forgot me in the secret room. This is too much. I have a fever and my voice is hoarse."

"I'm sorry, Ron, I will get you first next time."

"···"

Macon took out Hermione's favorite dinner, put it on the bedside table, and cut it into small portions with a cutting spell.

"Come on, open your mouth, the big cat will eat."

"Macon, I'd better do it myself."

Since Hermione became a cat person, her mouth has also changed, and with a pair of cat claws, she is not used to eating by herself.

So Macon is feeding every day. She was the only one in the ward before, but now that Ron is still there, she feels a little embarrassed.

"Why are you so shy? Come on, if you don't eat, you will be cold. If you don't obey me, I won't smooth your hair at night."

Hermione, who couldn't resist Macon, could only eat it coyly, and Macon nodded in satisfaction.

Ron looked at the two of you and me, with a sour taste in his mouth, and he had to stay here for one night. This was torture, and I was so hungry.

"Ahaha, here comes the chicken soup!"

Harry is in a good mood today. The Hogwarts petrification incident has finally come to an end, and he no longer has to bear the pressure of public opinion. This makes him, who has always been shy, very happy now.

Harry put a pot of fragrant chicken soup on the bedside table, looking at Ron with a weird expression, he was a little puzzled.

"Ron, what's the matter with you? I heard from my aunt that a sick person is best to drink a bowl of hot chicken soup, which is very good for the body. This is the chicken I asked Hagrid to bring, and let the elves in the kitchen stew it It's been a full hour, you should drink it soon."

"Harry, you are the best for me, do you want to stay with me tonight?"

Harry looked at his little friend Ron strangely, I have only been out for less than two hours, how did you become like this?

But after thinking about it, he was relieved, probably because he was bored alone in the dark and damp secret room.

"Okay, Ron, hurry up and drink the chicken soup, I've already eaten it."

"Harry, I think, you feed me..."

Harry adjusted his glasses, what's going on with this guy today?

He sighed, it was his own fault for forgetting him in the secret room, he picked up the spoon...

Macon looked at Harry feeding Ron chicken soup with question marks all over his face. Didn't he have a little fever and his voice was hoarse, even if his magic power was overdrawn, this would be too exaggerated. What the hell are these two doing?

"Macon, have you noticed that the relationship between the two of them is very strange?"

Hermione whispered, for fear of disturbing their 'friendship'.

"I think so too, wait, they're not..."

Macon, who was belatedly aware, shuddered in an instant. He suddenly thought of the old bee. It couldn't be because of my appearance. Are the two of them getting along?Then he shook his head again, denying the idea.

"Macon, what's wrong with you?"

"It's nothing, I think they are looking for a girlfriend, why don't you introduce them to them when you have time?"

"Ah, no way, I heard from Gryffindor girls that Ginny has always liked Harry, but she was too shy to tell Harry, and Ron has always been inseparable from Harry, let alone Dare to confess to Harry in front of his brother."

"The reason for this is Ron. Shall we help Ron find a girlfriend next semester, so that the four of us are not single anymore."

"What, none of the four are single, single, I am single."

Hermione raised the cat's head arrogantly, but immediately after, she felt a barbed tongue licking her cat's fur.

"Hate, Macon..."

The sound of two big cats tossing and tossing on the hospital bed sounded instantly.

With a snap, the spoon in Harry's hand fell into the bowl.

"Ro Ron, I, I still have things to do, yes! I still want to take Hedwig out for a walk, today, tonight I won't be with you!"

Harry, who put down the chicken soup, rushed out of the medical room before Ron could react.

Ron looked at Harry who disappeared without a trace, and muttered to himself, what a woolen bird you are walking in the middle of the night! ~~~

The boat of friendship capsizes as soon as it is said to capsize.