The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

"No? What's that?"

"Idiot, that is unknown. According to the divination book, it is a huge ghost dog. It is the darkest omen in the wizarding world, heralding death."

The little wizards looked at Harry and began to whisper, but the voice was not small. Harry picked up the teacup and looked at the broken tea leaves, which formed a wolf's head, and remained silent.

"Okay, cute little girl, let me see your cup, this handsome little wizard next to you, what the hell is he-it-it!!!"

Professor Trelawney sat down on the ground, kicked her legs quickly, and ran out of the classroom. The speed obviously didn't match her slender figure.

Hermione looked at the tea leaves in the teacup suspiciously, and then her eyes widened. The pattern formed by it turned out to be a pair of cat bells?

Macon narrowed his eyes and looked at Trelawney who ran out of the classroom. The tea leaves were just the shape he changed with the Levitation Curse. The reason for being scared away was his ferocious black claws that were crazily grabbing magic elements in the air.

The little wizards found out that the professor had run away, so why do they still have a divination class?They left the classroom one after another.

"Macon, what's in your teacup?"

Ron looked curiously at the teacup in Hermione's hand, but she turned it upside down on the tea table.

"I kind of regret taking the divination class. I should have taken the ancient runes so that I can study the divination class by myself."

Hermione was very angry at the professor's lecture today. All the predictions had no basis at all, and they were all bad predictions, especially for Neville's grandmother.

"Hermione, I don't like this kind of class either, it's terrible, just look at Harry."

At this moment, Harry was still thinking about that sentence, did it herald death?Sirius Black···

"Harry, what are you confused about? The efforts you have put in in the past two years cannot be handled by a single Black. Think about Voldemort, think about the basilisk, which one is not stronger than him?"

Why does Macon not only train them to cast spells, but also train their bodies? The reason is because of the weird magnetic field of Hogwarts. No electrical appliances can be used here, and it is also because of the magnetic field here. According to Macon’s guess, this thing should be Gran The means arranged by the founder of Fendo, after all, he is the only one with a wand in one hand and a long sword in one hand.

Harry raised his head and looked at Macon. Yes, the whip every night for the past two years has been urging him to become stronger. Only when he becomes stronger can he be free from any danger.

Ron looked at his friend's determined eyes, and he was also thinking, is he too useless?

"Okay, there is no need to think about it, Harry, you can always wear the invisibility cloak. I will see if there is a chance to strengthen you. This year's confinement, it seems that one more activity will be added."

Macon got up and left the divination classroom. Harry and Ron looked at each other suspiciously, and hurried to catch up. Hermione followed helplessly.

Only the little wizard Seamus was left in the classroom. He bowed his head in thought, still thinking about Azkaban, if there was a thunderbolt, would it explode...

This morning there was another class on the protection of magical animals. The professor was Hagrid. They were rushing to Hagrid's cabin. Harry, Ron and Hermione were looking forward to this class.

"Come closer, today I promise to make you spend an unforgettable day, let's go, I will take you to a good place, remember to bring your textbooks, that monster book, ah, by the way, if you find it dishonest, you can Run your hand over the spine of his book, thank you for the reminder, Macon."

The huge form of Hagrid led the way, followed by the young wizards, each of them holding a monster book.

"Pay attention to your step, turn the book to page 49, and don't forget to touch the spine first."

Hearing Hagrid's prompt, the little wizard opened the pages of the book as required. Neville was walking intently. He only listened to open the book, but the monster book opened its mouth and jumped at him.

"Neville, you really should have a better brain!"

Seeing Neville's distressed appearance being thrown to the ground by the monster book, Draco kicked the monster book over and trampled it under his feet.

"Thank you, Draco."

"Remember, stroke the spine first, and then open it."

Neville struggled to his feet, looking at Draco suspiciously, not remembering that Draco was so kind as to help him.

"Okay, here we are, let's take a look, this should be a big guy for you!"

Hagrid introduced to the little wizards the magical animal he brought, which was a strange animal with the head, claws and wings of an eagle, and the body and tail of a horse.

"Here, say hello to Buckbeak! This is the hippogriff, and he likes to eat insects, birds, and ferrets, and of course some small mammals."

"Don't worry, it's safe, provided you don't offend it and be polite to it, or you'll be killed."

"So who's going to try first?"

Hagrid's words made the little wizards take a step back in unison. According to the records in the monster book, this is not a safe magical animal, only Harry standing in front, he wants to challenge, only the fearless can do it. Achieve without fear.

"Fine, come on, Harry."

"Bow first, that's right, don't move, wait for it to recognize you, very good, you have to look directly into its eyes, yes, you see it nods, it recognizes you!"

Harry approached the hippogriff slowly, and stroked its beak.

Hagrid came over and hugged him on its back, and Hagrid's big hand patted Buckbeak's buttocks, and then Buckbeak started running to help him, spreading his wings and flying into the sky.

The little wizard below looked enviously at Harry flying into the sky. Apart from fear of heights, few people would dislike flying.

When Buckbeak flew back to the field, Ron was next. He stepped forward and bowed expectantly, but Buckbeak didn't buy it. He raised his front paws violently, and then stomped on the ground fiercely. Staring at Ron's red hair.

"Oh, Ron, come back quickly, the color of your hair pissed it off."

Hagrid hurriedly called Ron to stop, but hearing what Hagrid said made Ron feel even more angry.

Red hair is the symbol of the Weasley family. Their family likes this hair color very much. It doesn't matter if they are looked down upon by other pure bloods. Today this magical animal will be angry with its own hair.

Ron rushed up quickly, and Buckbeak raised his front paws and was about to attack him. After two years of confinement, Ron is not the kid he used to be.

Ron, who quickly dodged a claw strike, hugged Buckbeak's neck with both hands, his muscles swelled all over his body, and the shirt that was originally close to him was stretched to make a tearing sound. He strode forward and stepped on Buckbeak with his right leg. The left sides of Piccolo's two front paws are like tree roots stuck in the soil, and his thick right arm wraps around its neck and pushes hard to the left.

The wrestling parties refused to give way to each other, Buckbeak's wide wings kept flapping, Ron's face was flushed, the veins on his neck were bulging, and the sleeve of his right arm was tearing one after another. Buckbeak let out a cry, and its body gradually tilted...

Ah!

With Ron's angry roar, Buckbeak was knocked to the ground by Ron.

The little wizards cheered excitedly. They obviously preferred Ron's physical method to Harry's.

Hagrid looked sadly at Buckbeak who was struggling to get up on the ground, so what about following Ron and bowing to each other as a show of respect?

Standing up, Ron was obviously more excited than the little wizard. He had never felt this kind of attention. He turned over and rode Buckbeak, who had surrendered, and soared freely over Hogwarts. He roared happily .

It was Macon's turn next, and the little wizards watched his performance nervously. They found Hagrid's Care of Magical Beasts class more and more interesting.

Compared with Ron, Macon's approach was simpler and more brutal. The leisurely wagging cat's tail emitted a burst of white light, and several arm-thick vines grew from Buckbeak's body, wrapping him up and pressing him to the ground.

When Buckbeak let out a cry, the vines retreated one after another, leaving only one that went through the horse's belly and turned into a saddle.

Macon got on his horse and greeted Hermione. The little witch ran forward excitedly, but Macon pulled her into the saddle and sat in front.

The little wizards whistled excitedly, and the little witches looked enviously at the two flying into the sky.

After Macon and Hermione flew back, Draco rushed up eagerly, and Seamus was not far behind. Buckbeak looked at the bulging tendons of the two of them, and dared not resist...

Seeing this, the other little wizards all ran to Buckbeak and stroked this 3x-level magical animal curiously.

Only Hagrid looked at Buckbeak sadly. This is the protection of magical animals class. Aren't you bullying magical animals?

In short, Hagrid's first protection of magical animals class ended successfully when only Hagrid was unhappy.