The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Simo, you have to remember that flame magic is your goal, other spells will only become a stumbling block for you to climb to the ultimate, your existence, your talent, your belief! Only flame magic can give you real salvation !"

"My existence...my talent...my belief? Flame is my salvation!"

Listening to Macon's words, Simo's originally dull eyes lit up, he muttered to himself, and his voice gradually became firmer.

"Come on, Seamus, pick up your wand, and face the Black Lake, which is your past."

"Come on, Seamus, cast your spell and face the Black Lake, which is the bottleneck of your self-limitation."

"Come on, Seamus, bloom your magic power and head towards the Black Lake, which is the obstacle for you to fade away from the ordinary and pursue the ultimate."

Seamus raised his wand and pointed it directly at the Black Lake, which was his past, bottlenecks and obstacles. Yes, it turns out that this is what I pursue, and flames and explosions are my beliefs!

"What are you waiting for! Seamus, show the world your talent, show the world your talent, shut them up! Let them feel your faith! Let them feel your art!"

To Simo's ears, Macon's frenzied voice was like a grand bell, shattering all his confusion and confusion.

The energy and blood in his whole body surged, the magic power surged, those fanatical eyes stared fixedly at the black lake, he wanted to break this darkness, he wanted to climb to the ultimate!

"Burning flames!"

boom!

A bursting pillar of fire shot up into the sky above the black lake. The violently burning flame emitted terrifyingly high temperatures. The air was scorched and made a piercing roar. The huge pillar of fire that rushed into the sky fell rapidly, and finally hit the lake.

Huge water vapor rose into the air, and the scattered shock waves brought the steamed fish and shrimp in the lake to the ground.

Norberta was happily picking up and eating the fish and shrimp brought up by the shock wave by the lake, and there was a supper at night.

Xiaowu at the bottom of the lake felt that the movement on the lake was over, and looked at the situation on the shore with his huge head in doubt.

In the cold winter, it was drizzling at this time. Harry, Ron, Draco, and Hermione who heard the noise and ran out, they all stared dumbfounded at Seamus Fey who was panting heavily. Negan.

Is this still the good-for-nothing wizard they know?That Seamus who exploded for whatever reason could cast such an astonishing magic, the water level of the Black Lake dropped significantly and was restored to its original state by the flowing sea water.

"Me! Seamus Finnigan, did it! This is what I believe in! This is my art... BOOM..."

Before he had finished expressing his lofty ambitions, he collapsed from exhaustion.

Macon went forward to mention the fainted Seamus, checked it, and found that it was just a mana overdraft. It seems that the blazing flame just now was not just a simple consumption of mana. A magic riot.

"What are you looking at? If you don't practice anymore, each person will receive a whip!"

The three of them swallowed their saliva when they heard Macon's stern voice. Harry and Ron looked at each other brightly and continued training, while Draco looked at Macon with admiration.

What is a life coach?What is a soul ferryman?That's right, Draco's blood boiled when he heard Macon's words just now, it was a pain for Harry, Draco desperately cast a spell on him as if he had been injected with chicken blood.

"Madame Pomfrey, sorry to bother you so late."

Macon carried Seamus and threw him on the hospital bed. The latter rubbed the pillow comfortably and continued to sleep.

"Macon, what's wrong with him? I heard a lot of noise just now, oh, it's because of his magic power overdrawn."

Madam Pomfrey breathed a sigh of relief after checking Seamus' situation.

"He seems to be the second magic riot, and now it's just a magic overdraft, shouldn't it be a big deal?"

"Don't worry, Macon, I will take good care of him, and I promise to keep him alive and kicking tomorrow, but the second magic riot is too rare."

Macon bid farewell to Madam Pomfrey and returned to the hut to continue supervising the confinement of the three of them. To his surprise, there was also the sound of casting a spell in the hut. It seems that the little witch's competitive spirit was also aroused...

On the balcony of the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore retracted the binoculars. He closed the window, drew the curtains, and sat at the desk with his hands on his waist without saying a word.

The movement just now really startled him. If it wasn't for the castle's defensive early warning magic circle, and there was no feedback of being attacked, he really thought that someone had broken into Hogwarts.

Before Seamo cast the Flame Curse, he felt a violent and abnormal magic power gathering in front of the castle. The manic and aggressive magic power fluctuations made him sit up from the office chair in shock and shiver.

Holding his waist, he moved to the balcony only to find that it was Seamus Finnigan who was casting a spell. The sky-shattering flame curse made him, the White Demon King, feel a little threatened.

"Is the prophecy wrong? Seamus is the real son of prophecy?"

What he saw tonight made the White Demon King fall into deep thought and hesitated for a long time.

"Fox!"

Hearing Dumbledore's call, Fawkes chirped and took him away from Hogwarts with Apparation.

Austria, Nurmengard Tower.

Looking at the 'for the greater good' above the door of the tower, Dumbledore pushed open the door and walked in.

"Albus, you've come here quite frequently recently."

"Gellert, you know, I have to come to you for some things."

Dumbledore looked at the ragged Gellert Grindelwald with a complicated look on his face. This person who has been entangled with him for a lifetime has made him unforgettable to this day.

"If you are here to ask about the black cat, I have nothing to say. It is always shrouded in black mist. You should send it to me instead of leaving it in Hogwarts!"

"No, you can look at this first."

Dumbledore drew a wisp of white mist on his brain with the Elder Wand, and the mist floated in the air and spread out. The miraculous mist did not dissipate completely, and instead showed an image, which was Macon's madness in front of Seamus Talking, and then Seamus issued the image of the flame spell.

"Interesting, interesting, this is so interesting, Albus, this kind of excellent bewitching ability is hundreds of times stronger than that of Voldemort, I need it, Albus, send it quickly!"

In Gellert's pale eyes, the pupils shrank violently, and his gaze was fixed on the expressions of Macon and Seamus.

That little wizard, after casting a powerful flame spell, changed his fate!

This is his talent, he can temporarily peek into the fragments of the future, that is, the ability to prophesy, Grindelwald's ancestors had the talent of prophecy, and he was the first generation of the Dark Lord, and he made full use of this ability Come.

"Gellert, I just want to know whether the fate of that little wizard has changed. This is very important to me."

Dumbledore saw the clue from Gellert's face. This was not a simple deception. Based on his understanding of Gellert, it could only be fate that could make his old friend so excited.

"Yes! Yes! Albus, his fate has been changed, that black cat, it is the hope of the entire wizarding world, as long as I can get it... Albus send it quickly!"

Gellert, who had been penetrated by Dumbledore, seemed a little impatient, he was eager to get the black cat.

"Sorry, Gellert, it's not the time yet, please be patient."

Dumbledore looked at Gellert in the prison with a complicated expression, and turned to leave.

"Albus! All for the greater good!"

Dumbledore didn't stop, but his tall and old body was a little bit bent. Is there a greater interest?Ariana··