The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"Macon, Hermione, we brought you the report card."

Harry and Ron said happily that their grades this time were good, and they had improved a lot compared to last year. The most deducted points were still in the written part, and the spell test was their bonus item.

Hermione took the report card from Harry without a word, went back to the bedroom and closed the door.

"What's wrong with her? Is she so unhappy after doing well in the exam?"

Ron asked Macon puzzledly, he and Harry hadn't talked to Hermione for a long time.

"She's fine, she just doesn't want to talk, it'll be fine after this holiday, have you all packed up?"

Macon has been really idle recently, and he has a long vacation just two months after the start of school. He has never had this kind of experience, whether it is elementary school, junior high school or high school, even if he goes to college, he doesn’t have such leisure time. .

"Well, Ron and I took the Hogwarts Express back in the afternoon, but I don't want to go back to that house at all."

"Harry, why don't you come to our house this summer vacation. Although the Burrow is simple, I think it's infinitely better than your uncle's house."

When Harry heard Ron say this, he was naturally very moved, but thinking of the incident where Fred, George and Ron rescued him in a flying car before the start of last semester, Uncle Vernon was killed again from the second floor. When I fell down, I suddenly felt dizzy. If I didn't go back this time, it would be unreasonable.

Although he hated that family, it was his only relative. Although the Weasley family was good, it was not his destination after all.

"Harry, you'd better stay at home. Although that home can't give you warmth in your heart, it can prevent your body from becoming cold."

Looking at Harry's envious eyes on Ron, Macon decided to remind him.

Harry lowered his head and remained silent. Ever since he came to Hogwarts, it seemed that a pair of big hands were constantly pushing him forward.

With Voldemort showing up every term, the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor doing all sorts of tricks, he feels like a doomed hapless bastard.

The Dark Lord who dared not be mentioned by the wizarding world, Voldemort who had been dead for many years, would never let him go if he became a ghost.

Whenever he appeared, the scar on his forehead would burn violently. He always felt that there was a certain connection between himself and Voldemort. This connection became stronger every time. This was his secret, and Harry dared not Tell anyone, even Dumbledore.

"Don't be depressed, Harry, the reason for your troubles is that you are not strong enough to solve the problem, and it is also because you are not strong enough that trouble finds you, or because you are not strong enough."

"Since you can't practice magic spells during the holidays, you can practice more sword skills. You can go to Hagrid and ask him to buy you a good sword in Knockturn Alley. I think you only need to show a tough posture at home. Your Uncle won't embarrass you any more."

Macon looked at the current Harry. After such a long confinement, he was no longer the little guy who just entered Hogwarts. His bulging muscles almost tore through the old shirt that had been worn for more than a year.

"Harry, what Macon said is right. My older brothers are very envious of my muscles now. Fred and George don't dare to torture me with pranks anymore."

After Ron finished speaking, he rolled up his sleeves, bent his arms, puffed up his biceps, and showed him the results of his exercise.

Harry was naturally not to be outdone, they all exercised together, who should be afraid of whom?He opened his shirt, bent his arms and fastened it tightly, and his two pectoralis major muscles kept agitating.

"Hurry up and get out! Pack up your things and go home."

Macon twitched the corners of his eyes and threw the two of them out. He began to reflect, is there something wrong with my exercise method, or is there something wrong with their brains?

Hermione came out of the bedroom when Harry and Ron had left.

"It's true of you, just tell them, so as not to make them care about you."

"I'm afraid that if I fail, it will be embarrassing."

"Animagus is a top-notch transfiguration technique, even if it fails, there's nothing shameful about it, right?"

Hermione listened to Macon's words and gave him a blank look. Now she was a little nervous, the first typhoon of this year would come tonight.

Macon turned back into a black cat, turning back and forth in front of her, dodging around, meowing twice from time to time.

"Haha, I know what a cat looks like, and I know how a cat calls. You don't need to do that."

"I'm afraid you'll turn into a big lion, that's scary!"

"Macon! Stop! I want to become a lion, and I will eat you first!"

Hermione chased after the black cat with all her teeth and claws. One person and one cat started making trouble in the small yard. The black goat lying on the side of the pond watching the fish retracted its two random eyes, looked at them suspiciously, and secretly stretched out its limp tongue. , rolled up a small fish and dragged it into the mouth.

As night fell, a fierce gust of wind whizzed in, and dark clouds rolled quickly in the night sky. Macon woke Hermione up, and the two quickly arrived at the Quidditch field. Professor McGonagall had been waiting here, and she looked at the two in relief. people.

Macon and Hermione are her two favorite students, and one of them is already a cat, and the other is also eager to become a cat. Professor McGonagall hopes that they can succeed from the bottom of his heart.

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky, and heavy rain poured down.

"Come here, good boy, take this, don't be nervous, you have to believe in yourself, with your strongest desire, to recite that spell."

Professor McGonagall used transfiguration to turn the soil on the ground into a rock arm. It broke through the ground, grabbed a crystal bottle containing a red liquid, and handed it to Hermione.

She held the crystal bottle, unscrewed the bottle cap, took a deep breath, took out the magic wand with a grape vine body and a dragon heart tendon core, and pressed it against her heart.

"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus!"

After reciting the spell, Hermione drank the potion, and memories kept flashing in her mind.

Meeting the black cat at the sorting ceremony for the first time, getting acquainted with the black cat in the cafeteria, being protected by the black cat in the bathroom, worrying about the black cat when he was sleeping, and joy for him when he was awake. ··

The shyness when I saw Macon turned into a human for the first time, the first time I told my mother how I like Macon, the first time I received the warmth of Phoenix tears...

There is no romantic confession between them, and there is no vow of eternal love. The little things in life and the warm past make them closely connected.

The intense pain caused her brain to suspend memories, and a second intense heartbeat appeared in her body. The last picture that emerged in her mind made her cry with joy.

Macon watched nervously as she continued to shrink. This stage was also the most dangerous stage. Countless wizards fell into the sand here, and St. Mungo made a fortune because of this. Wizards who failed to transform need a long treatment, so they can create Make great wealth.

He didn't dare to use his spirituality to check Hermione's state at this time, this transfiguration was not as simple as a spell.

All the existences that become Animagus are masters of Transfiguration. Of course, this master is only because of the difficulty of Animagus, not actual combat ability. After all, fighting with Transfiguration is too magical.

Professor McGonagall is also worried about Hermione, a smart little witch who is not only hard-working, but also strong, brave, and helpful. Because of Macon's particularity, she is looking forward to the two finally getting together.

As Hermione shrank, Macon's heart was almost in his throat. When he passed through the final stage of the Animagus, he stared at the scene in front of him with wide eyes.