The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

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The sword in Harry's hand fell to the ground.

Draco let go of his clenched hands tremblingly.

Simo looked at the scene in front of him suspiciously.

Ron is drooling...

There is a huge barbecue grill in the yard of the hut, and all kinds of seafood are being grilled on it.

Hermione was holding the black cat Macon, and the two were sitting on the ground gnawing on a huge lobster. Hagrid next to him was already drunk and sound asleep.

"Go to exercise quickly when you come, and come to have supper after the confinement is over."

What happened to these four people?It's weird today, forget it, let's fill my stomach first.

Tonight's confinement didn't last for four hours. Instead, it was just two hours of exercise. After sending away the four people who were full of food, Macon transported Hagrid back with a levitation spell, and watched the snoring Hagrid was so loud, Maomao filled his drinking cup with lukewarm water and cast a warming spell before returning to the hut.

The little witch in the yard is sitting on the stone by the pond with her legs crossed, looking at the stars in the sky.

Hogwarts at night is not like a city, the sky is pitch black.

This place is far away from the world, the sky is full of stars, shining like a river of stars.

Macon sat down next to Hermione, and the two quietly admired the night sky.

"Macon, I went to see Professor McGonagall today."

"Ah."

"I'm studying Animagus with the professor."

"Ah."

"But I'm afraid."

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall is a master of Transfiguration. With her guidance, you can easily learn it with your smart brain. Besides, haven't you read Dumbledore's detailed explanation of Transfiguration?"

"I'm not worried about this, I'm afraid..."

Macon looked at her suspiciously, not afraid of learning, but afraid of pain?

"It was really painful when I transformed, but it passed quickly."

"Macon... I'm afraid I can't become a cat!"

Macon looked at Hermione in surprise. Reminiscent of Professor McGonagall's strange gaze in the morning, he instantly understood the key to the problem.

"Hermione, have you heard of the Patronus Charm??"

"Is there any relationship between this?"

"I think you have seen in Dumbledore's detailed explanation of Transfiguration that Animagus' transformation objects are often related to the Patronus Charm."

"I've seen it. You mean to let me learn the Patronus Charm first?"

"No, no, Harry's father, James Potter, had a Patronus of a stag, and Harry's mother, Lily Potter, had a Patronus of a doe."

"Oh, why are their Patronuses both deer, or a couple?"

"Did you know Professor Snape liked Harry's mother?"

"Well, I heard you say it before."

"Professor Snape's Patronus is a doe!"

"My God, why is that?"

Hermione looked at Macon in surprise. She probably guessed something, but it was just a flash of inspiration, and there was no real answer.

"The Patronus Charm is a special kind of spell. It is more like an emotional magic. The prerequisites for casting this spell are happiness, light, and the hope of living. Therefore, love can change the shape of the Patronus. "

Macon looked at Hermione seriously and said the answer.

"I don't want to be a cat anymore!"

The red-faced Hermione left the stunned Macon and quickly ran back to the bedroom.

In the early morning of the next day, in the Hogwarts cafeteria, Harry and Ron watched Macon and Hermione sitting far apart.

"Harry, what's the matter with them?"

"I don't know either, why don't you go and find out?"

Ron shook his head quickly, he didn't want to be in trouble...

As the final exam in June approached, the atmosphere in the castle became more and more oppressive, and little wizards with textbooks in one hand and class notes in one hand could be seen everywhere.

In the auditorium, the little wizards consciously read the books for self-study. Macon was on the edge of the table, sleeping heartlessly, changing positions from time to time, rolling over, his playful tail sometimes stood up and swayed, and sometimes hung down and swayed lightly , as if sending some kind of signal to the cat.

Harry and Ron were scratching their heads. In the previous review stage, Hermione, the know-it-all lady, helped, but since the distance between Macon and Hermione sat far away last time, she seemed to be a different person. Without saying a word, they will receive a blank stare every time they ask a question.

They really had no choice but to go to Draco for help, yes, it was Draco.

His 'Wizard Curtain' club has achieved initial results, and the number of half-blood wizards has surpassed the number of pure-blood wizards in the club. Draco is naturally extremely happy to do homework for half-blood wizards.

"You don't even know this kind of subject?"

Draco looked at the two of them as if they were idiots. This was a potion question, about the making and function of swelling potions.

"The formula for the swelling potion consists of bat spleen, dried nettles and puffer fish eyes."

"Its production method is to use a mortar to grind the three materials into medium and fine powders, divide each into 10 grams, mix 2 parts of dried nettles and 3 parts of puffer fish eyes into one part, and put it into a crucible..."

"Heat on medium heat for 20 seconds, cook on high heat for 60 minutes, then add 1 portion of bat spleen, stir counterclockwise 4 times, and heat at low temperature for 30 seconds."

"It works by causing swelling where the organism is touched."

Draco looked at the two of them speechlessly. Last semester, Hermione picked up the ingredients for the Polyjuice Potion made by Snape.

Harry lit a firework to distract his attention at that time, and the last firework fell into Goyle's cauldron by coincidence and almost exploded, but Macon used the Levitation Charm to throw it out of the window in time.

Now it seems that they were busy helping Hermione to pick up the herbs in that class.

"Draco, why didn't I realize that your academic performance is so good?"

Ron looked at the thick notebook in Draco's hand and asked.

"Ron, are you doubting the wisdom of Slytherin? Do you think you Gryffindors are Ravenclaws? Only Hufflepuff can compete with you."

Ron was left speechless by Draco's succession of academies. If it is based on academic performance alone, the little lion and the little badger are no match for the little eagle and the little snake.

"Okay, let's move on to the next question, huh? You two are really good enough. I found that most of the questions you don't know are about Potions. If you are sorted into Slytherin by the Sorting Hat, I guarantee that the professor will I will stuff your brains into a cauldron, and use potions to wash your brains well."

Hermione, who was sitting on the side of Gryffindor, looked at the two reprimanded by Draco, shook her head, and continued her review. The black cat on the table rolled over while snoring. Helpless, Hermione threw him Pick it up and put it on your lap.

Mao Mao felt that the hard table suddenly became soft, with a familiar smell, and twisted its body to find a comfortable position and continued to sleep soundly.

Things that you don’t want to face anymore will have to be faced after all. The final exam is coming as scheduled, and the little wizards lined up to enter the exam room one by one.

As the saying goes, the heart is flying before the exam, and the heart is cold after the exam.The schoolmasters that parents talk about are all children of other people's families.Some families are happy and some are sad, and the feeling of sorrow is in my heart.