The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

The Christmas dinner has begun, but there are not many people in the auditorium. It should be said that apart from the principal and the professor, there are only Macon, Hermione, Harry and Ron. The other little wizards have already left in the Hogwarts Express in the afternoon here.

Dumbledore looked at only four students in the auditorium and said, "Oh, this year's Christmas dinner is really bad, but we still have to have a good holiday, don't we? Everyone sit down."

As the Elder Wand in his hand was waved, several tables in the auditorium were pieced together and transformed into a gorgeous dining table full of festive atmosphere.

"Come on, children, sit here, Macon, change back quickly, don't always squat on the table."

"I'm very glad that you can stay and spend Christmas with me, an old guy. We only enjoy food tonight."

Macon activated the Animagus, turned into a human form, pulled Hermione to sit on the long table, and Harry and Ron followed.

As plates of delicious food emerged from the table, Dumbledore took out a large conical firework tube like a magic trick, and handed it to Snape.

"Come on, Severus, you should be happy, ring it and we can eat."

Dumbledore blinked at Snape, and the other party pulled the rope helplessly. With an explosion, a large number of sequined fireworks sprayed out, and a Christmas hat appeared on Snape's head.

Annoyed, he wanted to tear off the hat, but failed to take it off after several attempts, and finally he could only shake the white fur ball on the hat behind his head.

Driven by Dumbledore, everyone happily started the dinner. Macon looked at the plate in front of him suspiciously. According to the statement here, this thing is called a pie, but what happened to the fish heads exposed on it?

"I think you'll like this, Macon. It's a special pie from Cornwall. They seem to call it Stargazing."

Macon listened to Dumbledore's explanation, he didn't have any appetite at all, the fish on it were all dead, and they were still looking up at a ghost.

At this time, the door of the auditorium was opened, and it was Sybill Trelawney who came in. She was dressed very strangely today. It was a strange emerald green dress full of sequins, matched with her dry and thin hair, and her big hair. Round glasses, like a large dragonfly.

"Oh, our divination professor is here, sit here."

"Sorry, Mr. Principal, I predicted tonight that I will be with you at the Christmas dinner. This is the arrangement of fate, and I cannot refuse."

"Of course, Sybil, you are welcome to Christmas dinner."

"But, principal, I don't want to sit there. If I sit with you, there will be 13 people sitting on this table. This is an unlucky number. The first person to stand up will surely die. .”

"Sybil, today is Christmas, you must sit here today, this is the arrangement of fate!"

Professor McGonagall was a little impatient. She really had no patience for this divination professor who predicted the death of little wizards every year.

Finally Trelawney took the seat furthest from Macon.

"Professor, you are sitting too far away, I think you need a meal."

Macon looked at Trelawney who was deliberately avoiding him, and sent the "Looking at the Starry Sky" in front of her with a levitating spell.

"Looking up at the starry sky, I hope you can enjoy yourself in the galaxy of fate."

Trelawney picked up the knife and fork, looked at the weird pie in front of her, but couldn't do anything with it. The pair of dead fish eyes, which were baked snow-white, seemed to be staring at her, which greatly affected her appetite.

Hermione brought a piece of smoked salmon, and Macon happily forked a piece, but finally put down the fork.

"Mr. Principal, I'm in a hurry and I have to leave first. Please take care of Hermione for me."

"Of course, kid, go, I'm here."

Dumbledore looked at Macon who turned and left, and already guessed the reason, the work of the Reticent Man came again.

"He, he stood up first!" Trelawney pointed at the departing Macon with her dining fork in shock.

"To shut up!"

Hermione yelled at Trelawney angrily. She was worried about Macon's safety, but now she was like an angry lion cub.

"Sybil! Pay attention to your identity, you are a professor, this is not a prophecy at all, I think it is more like a curse! Don't let me hear similar speeches again."

Professor McGonagall is also very angry. The good Christmas atmosphere is gone. The key is that she is also starting to worry now.

Macon, who left the auditorium, pulled out the necklace worn around his neck. The red light of the old seal no longer flickered, but continued to glow red, and the temperature on it was also rising rapidly.

When Filch saw Macon leaving, and what he said just now, he obviously felt that something was wrong. Sitting in the corner, he quietly left the auditorium and returned to his office. After finishing the dinner, passed on.

Macon, who came to the Hall of the Department of Mysteries through the Portkey, was grabbed by the Director.

"Macon, the situation is urgent, don't go in yet, this is level seven alert!"

He didn't need the director to tell him that he already knew something serious was going on. The harsh alarm in the door hall kept echoing, and all the teams were nervously preparing various supplies, and everyone's expression was very serious.

"This afternoon, when we were about to get off work, the Hammerhead team took on a mission and went to Puli Island. 10 minutes ago, they issued a level 6 alert. It is an isolated island! There are nearly [-] people living there."

"The investigation team before them sent a message that the residents of the island have been obviously out of order since Christmas Eve, and they have been whispering gifts in their mouths!"

"The news is so one-sided that we have no way of understanding what happened."

"Get ready, and then follow me to Puli Island."

After the director quickly explained the cause and effect to Macon, he began to dispatch other Silent Men to leave the Ministry of Magic through the exclusive passage in batches, and then went to Puli Island through Apparition.

The situation over there is unclear, entering through the portal rashly is tantamount to asking for a dead end.

Macon came to Puli Island with the director. This island was established in the early eighth century. In addition to a small town, there is also a castle and a monastery on the island.

They were currently on the cliff behind the town, and the director stared at the town below with an ugly expression.

The snow-covered houses are brightly lit, people walk through the streets full of Christmas decorations, and children happily set off fireworks and chase and fight.

Macon looked at the director's two eyebrows that were almost knit together, and understood what he was thinking now. The normal town is the weirdest place.

In his eyes, the town under the cliff is not only covered in silver, but also densely packed with gray silk threads, swaying and cruising in the air.

"Macon, there are 6 people below, according to the usual practice, they will completely disappear in this world..."

The director's words were extremely heavy. This was not the first time he encountered such a thing. The silent people around him were also silent, and they were all waiting.

Two groups of fully armed and experienced scouting teams have entered the town one after the other, and everyone is waiting for a news...