The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Hiss!Hiss!

"Fractured!"

"Shen Feng has no shadow!"

"Hiss! Severus, the spell you created is already very precise."

"Hiss! Felius, your accomplishments in cutting curses are also very good."

Click!

Macon snapped off the crayfish's head, cut the tail with the popping cat's nail, and placed it on Professor McGonagall's dinner plate.

She picked up the fork, put the tail of the shrimp in her mouth, chewed it lightly, spicy and fresh, three strong flavors crazily stimulated the taste buds, coupled with the tender and elastic meat, it was simply delicious in the world.

On the big pot of spicy crayfish on the dining table, there were spells and curses, and each crayfish was dismembered by Professor Flitwick and Professor Snape. Macon was afraid that if they didn't pay attention, they would cut up the pot. .

These crayfish are actually not small at all. Since England introduced this species in 1970, they don’t know how to eat it.

The house elves in the kitchen naturally also have a big pot of crayfish. They eat the spicy and spicy crayfish, taste the unique spice mix, and worship Macon even more in their hearts. The elves who have lived here for generations , have never known the magic of oriental cuisine, which makes them ecstatic.

When leaving the kitchen, Macon turned back into a black cat, picked up the packed crayfish and rushed to the Gryffindor lounge.

Through spiritual feedback, Macon knew that Hermione was still waiting for him in the lounge.

"Why haven't you slept yet? Are you waiting for me?"

"Of course, I worry about you."

Mao Mao happily put down the crayfish, and was about to jump into her arms to get tenderness, but Hermione pinched the back of her neck and lifted her up.

"I'm worried about you getting into the girls' dormitory by yourself!"

"···"

At the same time, Filch, who had finished his night patrol early, had returned to his office. The shabby room was very small, with dirty floors and a dim space. There was only one oil lamp flickering in the whole room. The cleanest things in the house are those hinges, handcuffs and shackles that he wiped clean.

He put Mrs. Norris on its exclusive cushion, and returned to the only broken table to write quickly.

Dear Mr. Minister

At dinner today, Dumbledore publicly poured dirty water on the Ministry of Magic. He blamed the Ministry of Magic for all the dementor problems.

On night patrol tonight, I deliberately hid on the stairs opposite the Gryffindor lounge. The door was opened soon, but I didn't see anyone. Based on my long patrol experience, the other party must have used The Disillusionment Charm, I suspect that person is Harry Potter!

I waited there for a long time, until midnight, when the door of Gryffindor was opened again, this time I still didn't see who entered the lounge, but I guess, that person was Harry Potter!

---Your most loyal subordinate, Argus Filch.

Filch folded the information with great satisfaction, put it in a special envelope, picked up the owl that Minister Fudge had left for him to deliver the information, and walked out of the office.

The next day, Minister Fudge came to the Ministry of Magic early and successfully instigated an administrator at Hogwarts, which made him sleep very peacefully last night.

"Your Excellency, this is from the Intelligence Owl this morning with your name on it."

After a Ministry of Magic employee handed a letter to Fudge, he turned and left.

After he took the letter, he looked at it, but there was no signature. Well, it seems that Filch still has some brains.

There are numbers on this special envelope, which can distinguish the general area, and as long as the letter is loaded, the anti-leakage measures will be activated. If there is no corresponding method to open it, it will be burned directly. This is also to prevent the letter from being lost or attacked. The backhand of the interception.

Cornelius Fudge happily returned to the office, locked the door, and after a series of tedious operations, he finally opened the intelligence letter.

Bang!

With Filch's information, Fudge couldn't hold back even for a minute before he slapped him on the table.

He is very annoyed now, and even more regretful, what kind of intelligence is this?Dumbledore pouring dirty water on the Ministry of Magic?Isn't this a very normal thing?Besides, even if you take this as intelligence, what about the content?

Still hiding on the opposite stairs to observe the Gryffindor lounge?Stupid or not?Can't you see others, can't others see you?He couldn't even confirm the identity of the other party, so he was still waiting there!

On Monday, in the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, the little wizards were silent, and the whole classroom was filled with the rustling of quill pens writing and drawing on parchment. These two days, they had been discussing dementors, so Will Si Nepe forgot all of his substitute homework.

"Huh? What are you guys doing?"

Professor Lupine walked into the classroom with a box covered in silk, and he found that the little wizards in the classroom were busy writing something on the parchment.

"Great, Professor, you are finally back!"

"Professor Snape is too much. He assigned us homework on how to distinguish werewolves? We obviously didn't learn that, and the most important thing is to write two parchments!"

"He dares!?"

Hearing the little wizard's feedback, Lupine yelled angrily. He didn't go to Snape to settle the matter of digging up the Whomping Willow and destroying the tunnel. How dare he talk about werewolves in his class?Also write two parchments about how to distinguish werewolves?

The little wizard looked at Professor Lupine in shock. His roar was simply too domineering. No one in the school dared to offend Professor Snape. He is really powerful.

"Put away your parchment, I'll have a good talk with Snape."

"Professor! You are so handsome."

"Professor we love your class the most!"

Hermione looked at the angry Professor Lupine and fell into deep thought. First of all, Snape and Lupine must know each other. No matter how bad the relationship was, they wouldn't be so angry because of the two parchment papers.

So, that's the homework, how do you spot a werewolf? , Friday's Defense Against the Dark Arts class happened to be the night of the full moon!Macon also went out that night, and took away the big bone stick from the kitchen. Snape is a master of potions, so Wolfbane potion...

My God, Professor Lupine is a werewolf?Snape brewed wolfbane potion for Lupin, so he knew Lupine's identity, because they didn't deal with each other, so Snape assigned how to distinguish werewolf homework!

She turned to look at the sleeping black cat with its mouth open, and stuffed his tail into his mouth.

"Heh! Cough~ Hermione, what are you doing?"

"You know Professor Lupine is a werewolf?"

"Ok?"

Macon looked confused, looked at Hermione who was whispering next to his ear, looked around suspiciously, this was the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and looked at Lupine, he didn't turn into a wolf with a big tail either.

"how do you know?"

Hermione told Macon her guess, and through Macon's reaction, Hermione had confirmed her guess, and she proudly raised her little head.

"Oh, my Hermione is so smart!"

"Don't try to change the subject. I'm busy this semester, and I don't want to get involved in your affairs."

This made her feel that the study life at Hogwarts was full of disasters, and the big black dog, it was a coincidence to meet it once, and it made sense to meet it twice. The key is that Macon sent a big bone stick, and she Her intuition told her that there was something else going on here, with Macon's temperament...