The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Draco turned his head mechanically and looked to the side, where... there was no sign of Ron.

Ah!

Draco let out a scream, he quickly hugged Harry, the hairs all over his body stood on end, no one was more frightened than him.

Ron was by his side just now, and he followed Harry's gaze to look around, and such a big living person disappeared without a sound, not even leaving a footprint on the dusty ground!

"Ha, Harry, why don't we go back, this place is horrible..."

"Draco, it's too late to leave, Ron is gone, we have to find him!"

"But, I'm really afraid of this kind of thing..."

"Calm down, Draco, now is not the time to be afraid, our friend has disappeared, we must find him as soon as possible!"

"Listen, Draco! If you want to go back, you can leave here now, Macon might still be waiting outside, I must find Ron as soon as possible!"

After Harry finished speaking, without waiting for Draco's response, he raised his wand and walked quickly into the dark corridor.

Draco didn't dare to act alone, so he quickly followed Harry, he still remembered Macon's words.

The moment Draco chased after Harry, a long tongue covered in mucus flashed past his original position.

The two searched the rooms along the corridor one by one, for fear of missing a place, Harry kicked open the door anxiously, and Draco carefully guarded the surroundings with his wand...

Macon walked in the mist on a catwalk, following the guidance of spirituality, he soon came to the buildings near the castle, where there is not much fog, he can vaguely see the dilapidated buildings, this is a small The village, judging from the architectural style, should have a history of hundreds of years.

A tall guillotine was erected outside the gate of the village. A man in brown aristocratic attire but with a piece of sackcloth tied with a rope on his head was obsessively wiping the blade of the guillotine.

"Honey, there are three more people here today, but their ugly faces make it impossible for me to keep them. You won't be angry, will you? How much I wish to offer you the most beautiful head, how much I wish to get your love ···”

That weird man was talking to himself, and Macon saw two holes in the sackcloth on his head from the mirror-smooth beveled guillotine, revealing a pair of bloodshot eyes with no eyelids The existence of that person just stared straight at the sharp guillotine.

Macon squinted his eyes and looked at this weird person. Of course, he saw more than this in his sight. Those black shadows wrapped around his body were like tarsal maggots crawling in and out of his body. There is no head, and their necks are smooth. Through their figures, it can be seen that they were all women before birth.

"Oh, what a cute face, my dear must like it very much, how many is this? Let me see, ah, congratulations, you are the 69th! You should be honored, they are all gone" ·All gone..."

The executioner pulled up the iron chain of the guillotine, and the slashing blade slowly rose.

click!

He looked at the guillotine rising to the top with satisfaction, and wrapped the iron chain around the upright frame.

"Come on, cutie, my darling will love your head, I can feel her hunger!"

Macon looked at the executioner who drew out the sharp sword at his waist and rushed towards him. He spread out his two palms. On the ten slender and fair fingers, black cat nails popped out, and the flowing metallic luster revealed a sharp coldness. mango···

"Harry! We've searched the front hall. I think we should go to the backyard?"

"Draco, do you smell something strange?"

Harry stated his discovery with a serious face.

When Draco heard Harry's words, he sniffed carefully. It was a faintly rotten smell.

"Harry, there seems to be a rotten smell, let's not worry about it, I think we should go to the backyard to look for it first."

As they walked out of the front hall, the smell became stronger and stronger. Both of them were thinking about the source of the rancid smell. They already had the answer in their hearts, but they didn't want to see that kind of picture, so they didn't want to admit it.

When they came to the backyard, they couldn't help but froze in place. The backyard was not as empty as they had imagined. In the middle was a house supported by white jade pillars. The floor was covered with gorgeous carpets. The interior furnishings were magnificent and the surrounding decorations Beautiful.

What shocked them was not the exquisiteness of the room, but the fact that the room was filled with human heads, and Ron was holding the shoulders of a beautiful woman foolishly.

"Ron! Come out!"

Harry called Ron anxiously, that woman is so beautiful.

Yes, this woman can only be called beautiful, and there is no way to modify it with any words. It is just a sensual beauty, and you can't even see the specific appearance of her face.

As Harry kept shouting, Ron didn't respond at all, still pinching her shoulders, his face filled with a strange expression of dull enjoyment.

Really helpless, Harry raised his wand and rushed in. He couldn't see Ron going on like this.

"Harry! Come back! It's too weird in there, don't go in there!"

"You're going to die! Come back quickly, listen to me Harry, you must calm down!"

Draco rushed forward to pull Harry back, but he pushed him to the ground.

"Draco! I have to save Ron, you can't stop me. If you are inside, I will also save you!"

After Harry entered the house, his originally anxious expression began to ease, and finally, like Ron, he was dull and enjoying at the same time.

Draco looked at Harry with hatred, there was a weirdness everywhere, a luxurious building that was obviously far from the surrounding environment, that strange woman who was beautiful in the senses but could not see her face at all, surrounded by countless people The head with long hair fluttering, Ron's weird expression...

These are all things that are obviously wrong, and he has to desperately send them in. He only now understands Hermione's difficulties. This is really a gourd baby saving grandpa!Huh?Who is the gourd baby...

The battle between Macon and the Executioner is heating up.

Both of them are extremely fast, and they also choose to fight close to each other. Every time the long sword and the cat's claw collide, there will be a crisp ding ding sound, bursting out clusters of sparks.

Macon's pair of sharp claws quickly blocked the oncoming sharp sword, and with the flick of his tail, magic was released. Various spells greeted the executioner as if they didn't need money, but those magics could only move the executioner. He staggered and couldn't do him any harm.

The disarming spell hit the executioner's right hand holding the sword in a tricky direction, which brought a moment's pause to his attack, Macon quickly seized the opportunity, his pupils shrunk into two vertical lines, became Even more slender, the raised pair of sharp claws precisely hit the executioner's throat with the twist of the body.

Ding! ~

bump!

The two voices sounded almost simultaneously. The executioner's sackcloth hood was torn apart by Macon's sharp claws, and his long sword was also swung by him again. Macon, who had no time to retract his moves, could only block the attack with his ferocious black claws. long sword.

The two jumped away from each other at the same time and watched each other.

"Am I ugly? For my lover, it doesn't matter."

While the executioner was speaking, he tore off all the broken clothes on his body.

His body was wrapped in iron armor, from head to toe, it wasn't armor, but covered the whole body like iron skin instead of skin.

"In order to put on this iron skin, I endured the unbearable pain of ordinary people. It was burned red, and when it was cast on my body, love came!"

"I fight everywhere for her! Obtaining the fiefdom, I became an executioner for her, beheading their heads, and for her, I endured the entanglement of resentful souls..."

Macon looked at this thing with some headaches, and he also tried to grab its spirituality directly with the black claws, but the ferocious black claws, which were all-powerful, failed. Now it seems that the reason may lie in the iron body.

"You're an idiot!"

Macon looked at the executioner who was full of fighting spirit, and after cursing angrily, his ferocious black claws suddenly stretched out.

"I will send you to the guillotine! I will offer your head for her!"

The executioner raised his long sword high to resist the oncoming black claws, and the huge impact drove him back and forth, leaving two deep ravines on the ground.