pappabearbooks Chapter 111 You Are My Cat
Chapter 111 You Are My Cat
"hey-hey!"
Macon looked at the big guy who fell on the ground with satisfaction, this is really a treasure.
"Macon...is this the patron saint?"
Hermione asked Macon incredulously. Even magical creatures are very rare. Seamus' starfish is also a rare kind. Patronuses are basically land or sky creatures. A certain wizard even summoned a mammoth elephant.
She had never heard of a Patronus in a non-animal form, and besides, this was too scary, right?
"Huh? Is my spell and tail waving wrong?"
"I mean, the one you summoned is not some kind of creature. I have never seen this type of patron saint in the book."
Hermione frowned and looked at the tall guillotine. What is the use of this thing?Press the dementor in and click it?
"Hermione, what are you talking about, don't look at it as a guillotine, it actually has living things."
Macon beckoned to the guillotine, one of the red and black figures floating on the upright frame came out, and a black chain was attached to it, after it flew over, Macon took the chain in his hand Tried it, cold, solid but not too heavy.
Macon waved his tail, and the guillotine and those red and black figures turned into black mist and gradually disappeared.
"This guillotine actually has a physical body? This is not semi-figurative!"
Hermione looked at Macon even more surprised, this Patronus is amazing.
After retracting the guillotine, Macon quickly became sluggish, and he turned back into a black cat, lying on the ground not wanting to move.
In the tens of seconds just now, his spirituality and magic power have been drained. This thing is like a bottomless black hole, and he can only watch it for the time being.
"Macon, are you alright?"
Hermione picked up the black cat and looked at him listlessly. Didn't he recover last night?
"I'm fine, this consumes too much magic power, just at that moment, my magic power has been overdrawn."
"Well, let's take a break then."
Hermione hugged the black cat, sat on the ground, and gently stroked his back fur.
"Aren't you going to ask me why?"
Macon turned his head to look at Hermione. She must have seen the terrifying black claw last night, and today's alternative patron saint.
"Macon, I don't want to know about this." Hermione picked up the black cat, stared at his dodgy eyes, and said seriously: "You are my cat, you are not allowed to leave me without permission, I don't ask about other things. "
Ministry of Magic, Office of the Minister.
Fudge angrily slapped the report sent by the Auror on the table, disappeared?gone again?There were a thousand dementors patrolling Hogsmeade.
With such a huge number, it can surround the whole village three floors inside and outside, which is more than enough. How come no Auror found that black cat?
Yes, from seeing the dementor disappear, the first thing he thought of was that nasty black cat!
He kept pacing in the office, racking his brains to think of a solution.
"Are you going to find the black cat?"
"You want to stop me?"
"No."
"Are you afraid of being discovered by the other party?"
"I need to hibernate now. As long as I don't show up, I won't be discovered. I have given up the ability to reproduce, which allows me to obtain better concealment."
"What the Silencers have been doing is to deal with you?"
"You don't understand what a silent person is, and I also don't know. There are not many existences like me in this world. They haven't noticed here yet."
"They? They..."
Cornelius Fudge kept talking to himself there alone, but fortunately this was the minister's office, and no one would enter without knocking on the door, and he would surely be scared to death and be silenced by the way.
"Oh! That's cool, is this the Firebolt? It's so fast!"
Colin Creevey took a camera and kept taking pictures of Harry who was practicing flying in the sky.
"Of course, this is a Firebolt that can go from standstill to full speed in only ten seconds. It can reach a full speed of 150 miles per hour. The Firebolt has been given a braking spell. I heard that because the iron parts on it come from goblin craftsmanship, It makes it stronger and, of course, more expensive."
Ron introduced the Firebolt to Colin, his eyes were still looking at Harry flying in the sky, envious, he also wanted to have his own Firebolt, and this was the dream he had recently.
"But I heard that those goblins often went on strike, which resulted in the very slow production of Firebolts, which made them very rare. Judging by the sales time, are Harry's Firebolts the first batch?"
"Colin, this is Harry's Christmas present. When we received this that day, we were all stunned."
"But who would give such an expensive gift to Harry?"
"This, perhaps from a friend of Harry's parents?"
Ron was taken aback by Colin's question, yes, who would give Harry such an expensive gift?The price of the Firebolt is not comparable to that of Nimbus 2000. If it was given by Professor McGonagall, Harry would definitely know, so who would it be?
Harry was riding the Firebolt doing various actions in the sky, and the joy of flying at will made him laugh out loud.
Satisfied, he landed on the broom on the ground, and the expressions of Ron and Colin made him very puzzled.
"What's wrong with you? Did something unhappy happen?"
"Harry, just now Colin asked me how this Firebolt got here, and I told him it was a Christmas gift, but who would give you such an expensive Christmas present? It is impossible for ordinary people to be on the first firebolt sale. Grab that spot in the batch."
Ron looked at Harry worriedly. In addition to being used for Quidditch matches, the broomstick is also a means of transportation. If there is a slight problem, it may be life-threatening.
"Ron, Colin, are you being too sensitive?"
Harry also often thought of various possibilities, but the temptation of the Firebolt was too great for him, and he didn't want to suspect some bad things at all.
"Harry, why don't we ask Macon? Think about it, buying a Firebolt requires a lot of Galleons. Who would give it to you for no reason?"
Harry looked at the Firebolt floating aside, gritted his teeth, and decided to go find Macon with Ron.
"Huh? What are you doing here with the broom?"
The black cat Macon was lazily lying on the grass basking in the sun. The warm sunlight made him collapse into a ball. Hermione was also reading a book and taking notes.
"Macon, last Christmas, I received this, the Firebolt! But I don't know who sent it. Ron suspected that there was something wrong with it. We couldn't make up our minds, so we came to you."
"Huh? You are so bold, you dare to fly in the sky on this kind of broom of unknown origin!"
Hermione turned to look at Harry, who was wearing the Gryffindor Quidditch uniform, as if you were dying.
"Harry, it's useless for you to come to me for this kind of thing. Let me give you a suggestion. You can go to Professor Hooch. She is a flying professor and an expert in this field. And can you use this torch?" It's her decision that Crossbow participates in Quidditch."
Macon lazily turned over so that the sun could shine on the other side.
"Okay, thank you Macon!"
Harry happily took Ron away with him. He was indeed a bit ill and went to the doctor in a hurry, but what he didn't expect was that after Professor Hooch's examination, it could not be completely concluded whether the broom was dangerous, and the Firebolt was eventually taken away. Sent to Professor McGonagall.
"Harry, Ron! You two are troll-headed? Do you know the value of this broom? Who would be kind enough to give you this as a gift? No names? You're just kidding with your lives." !"
Professor McGonagall yelled at the two of them angrily, Gryffindor's bravery is not used in this way, it is reckless!These two stunned youths who didn't understand the sinister nature of human beings made her very angry.
"Sorry Professor, I just, just loved it so much, I want to win the Academy Cup..."
"Harry, you don't seem to know what is important. Before you win the house cup, you have to save your life! This broom I will examine with Professor Flitwick, it must be taken apart, Carefully inspect every part!"