The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The dense impact sound was connected together, it was a dementor in a black robe trampled by a black goat and pinned to a rock.

The thick horns of the black goat struck the dementor's chest vigorously. It struggled to get out of trouble, but its black robe was stepped on and remained motionless. The determined dementor scratched the clothes with its sharp nails. The robe flew into the air, and the broken section quickly turned into black ash.

The black goat raised its head in a daze, its two unfocused eyes flicked around in the eye sockets, its limp tongue was like a frog catching insects, and a lizard flicked its tongue to chase after the flying dementor. It dodges swiftly.

Seeing the dementor flying higher and higher, the black goat opened its mouth, its neck began to squirm, and a ball of pink meat with sheep intestines was spit out by it and shot into the air.

When Macon felt something was wrong, he covered Hermione's eyes. The rumen that shot out was obviously the rumen of a sheep, but this was obviously not an ordinary stomach bag, it was covered with flesh-colored tentacles, and the first time it came into contact with the dementor. If it is strange, it is tightly wrapped around it, and the rumen squirms to wrap it up.

bump!

The huge rumen had been castrated, and it fell to the ground. The black goat opened its mouth, and its intestines retracted, just like a python swallowing food, slowly swallowing its own stomach pouch and the dementor together.

Hermione, who couldn't hear the movement, pulled Macon's palm down and looked at the black goat. After swallowing it, it was like a big round ball, with four short legs twitching weakly, and its stomach swelled from time to time. It can be clearly seen that the protruding shape of the sheep's belly looks like a pair of palms.

The black goat, whose body was completely deformed, could only roll around on the ground. Macon returned to the hut and took out a hemp rope to wrap around its neck, and tied it to a big tree by the yard, fearing that it would hurt itself when it rolled. Wrapped around the tree trunk, and deliberately left a long length of rope.

"Macon, that silly sheep, did it eat a dementor? Why don't you let me see it."

"That scene, fortunately, I moved quickly, otherwise, you will definitely have a nightmare tonight."

The two sat under the eaves of the hut, chatting, drinking hot water, watching the heavy rain pouring down, watching the pond... Huh?Where is my fish?

The noisy day finally passed, and Hermione, who was physically and mentally exhausted, soon fell asleep. The dementors on the train made her feel lingering. When she returned to Macon Cabin, she felt sleepy soon after she was relaxed physically and mentally.

Since she became an Animagus, she likes to sleep as a cat. According to her, it will increase the quality of sleep.

Early the next morning, Macon, who was still dreaming sweetly, was lifted by Hermione's neck to look at the black goat.

"Ah, this..."

"Will it blow up? But by the looks of it, it's happy?"

Macon looked at the black goat floating in the air, a hemp rope was stretched straight, four short legs were planing in the sky, and the short tail was swinging in circles, driving its chubby body to the tree Detour around the center...

It seems that the dementor is not so easy to digest, and it is still tossing in its stomach full of energy.

After washing up, the two rushed to the cafeteria. They met Harry and Ron on the way, and the four of them sat down in their usual seats and had breakfast.

"Hermione, are you going to read a book and eat breakfast on the first day of school?"

Harry looked at the Ancient Runes Easy Primer in her hand strangely.

"Harry, I'm going to work hard this term. I'm going to get 12 o's in my fifth year owls. I may not have much time."

Ron swallowed when he heard that Hermione was going to take 12 o's. At the Weasleys' house, 12 o's, like a curse, would be brought up by Mr. and Mrs. Weasley whenever he had time.

This was due to his elder brother. His second and third brothers were out of the misery. Fred and George would not be mentioned again because of their excellent earning ability. Ron and Ginny, the two youngest in the family, could not be spared.

Harry had a headache when he heard this, but as a friend, he still supported her decision. It seems that this semester can only rely on himself and Ron.

"Macon, my fire magic has changed, I can feel the joy when it explodes now! But I dare not try it at home."

Seamus happily found Macon, he was right!He succeeded, and during the vacation, his flame magic actually produced emotions. Although the lively, unrestrained, and fiery emotions were very weak, they also made him ecstatic.

"Simo, don't get excited, you can safely cast spells on the Black Lake at night."

For wizards in the wizarding world, magic is like a shell. The total amount of magic power represents the strength of the shell. The skill of casting spells represents the frequency and accuracy of firing. The understanding of magic is to improve one's adaptability and expansion of magic. Sex, that is, overall performance.

Macon was also happy for Seamus' growth, and it was the first time he had heard of such an unbelievable thing.

The third graders at Hogwarts walked into the divination classroom in a mighty manner. After Macon entered, he found that this classroom was different. The surrounding shelves, tables, and even the podium were all filled with various tea leaves. There are pots and tea sets, and there is a copper structure on one side of the podium, from which there are bursts of light smoke, exuding the unique smell of spices.

Macon looked at these layouts suspiciously. Are you sure this is a divination classroom?Not a certain tea art salon?

"Welcome everyone to choose this divination course as an elective course. I am your divination professor---Sybill Trelawney~~~"

"Finally, let's meet in the material world. I know you rarely see me. It's too noisy outside, which will affect my third eye. Next, I will lead you into the future world."

"This semester we mainly study tea divination. Yes, children, look at the teacup on your table, pick it up gently, drink the tea, and leave the tea leaves behind. I will explain the mysteries of tea to you."

Looking at Professor Trelawney on the podium, Macon's expression was a bit complicated.

The great-great-granddaughter of Cassandra Trelawney, a well-known prophet in the wizarding world, is said to have a second vision inherited from her family. Although it was inherited three generations ago, she often carried the name of her ancestors in her early years. Going around bluffing and tricking until he met Dumbledore in the Pig's Head Bar.

Yes, the prophecy about the savior was written by her. Since she came to Hogwarts, she has predicted that a little wizard will die every year, which has become a tradition in divination classes.

"Please exchange teacups with your classmates at the same table. You have done a good job. Then this classmate, let us look forward to the future and cross the starry sky to see what your tea has said."

Trelawney had her dry and shaggy hair on her head. She straightened her glasses carefully and looked at Seamus' teacup.

"Ah! The crimson sin flames, reflecting the red night sky, you are the initiator of destruction, countless lives have been destroyed by you, your sin cannot be measured!"

Seamus swallowed hard at what she said, should I go to Azkaban first now?

"And you! How is your grandmother?"

She pointed at Neville nervously, and walked slowly towards him with her back bent.

"She's fine and healthy."

"Come on, let me see the tea leaves, well, I don't think so!"

Neville's face turned pale, and he stared at Trelawney angrily. Since his parents were tortured and went mad by the Unforgivable Curse, his grandmother raised him, and that was his only support.

"Children, you need to let go of your brain and let your thoughts spread, yes that's it, oh boy, it's you, your force field is spreading, tell me, what did you see?"

The bluffing Professor Trelawney walked towards Ron again. He was startled when he was thinking about what the tea in Harry's teacup represented, and he quickly opened the divination book.

"This crooked cross, will he be judged? This seems to be the sun? Will he be tied to the cross and die in the sun?"

Ron himself didn't know what he was talking about. He was regretting that he shouldn't have chosen this course.

"Come on, kid, give me the cup, you're still too immature, let me take a look."

"Ah! My dear, that is unknown!"

Trelawney dropped the teacup hastily after only one glance, and she backed away trembling.