The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 102

"Department, Minister! Look, it's such a big black cat! On its chest is... is this the Silent Cat?"

"What Silent Cat? It's the Silent Man, Macon! I know it's you!"

Fudge looked at the silver key on Macon's neck and the familiar heterochromatic pupils. Although his appearance had changed now, he still recognized Macon's identity.

"Oh, isn't this Minister Fudge? Are you here for a tour?"

Fudge was uncomfortable with Macon's playful expression and tone, but now was clearly not the time to talk about it.

"What the hell is going on here? Why can't you apparate? Is it the counter-curse you cast?"

He doesn't want to stay here now, it's too weird. He looked at the thirteen gift boxes that appeared inexplicably for a long time, but he didn't dare to open any of them. He has spent most of his life in the Ministry of Magic. Mastery, these thirteen beautiful boxes look like their final destination no matter how they look.

"You have so many questions, answer mine first, what are you doing here? Don't tell me you're here to visit relatives!"

Fudge listened to what the black cat said, with black lines on his face, he is so old, how can there be any relatives who need to visit?

"I, we found out that none of the wizards on Puli Island used the Floo network at Christmas, yes, there was an anomaly here, so I led the team here myself."

Macon listened to Fudge's words, and glared at him. If the Ministry of Magic had this ability and efficiency, where would there be any dark wizards?

"There's no need to make excuses. Anyway, it's good that you can get out alive today. Congratulations, you can see the other side of this world before you die."

"Macon! What do you mean? You want to fight us? Don't think that you are the silent man, so we dare not attack you. We Aurors of the Ministry of Magic are not lambs to be slaughtered... ah!! Vomit~"

Before Fudge could finish his words, he was splashed with pieces of flesh, and that terrifying Santa Claus reappeared. On his back, a broken spine was sticking out, and the wound, like the wound on the front of his neck, was all sticking out. Densely dense granulation.

It took an old sack covered in blood and smashed an Auror beside Fudge to pieces.

"Quickly imprisoned!"

"Except your weapons!"

"Fractured!"

The reaction of the Aurors was also quite fast. Various spells were ejected from their wand tips, but the speed of the other party was faster than them. After avoiding a few spells, Santa Claus smashed an Auror again , lost sight.

"What is this!? Vomit!~~",

"My God, what just appeared? Is that Santa Claus?"

"Running merlin flower pants! Thank you Paracelsus! I'm still alive!"

The rest of the Aurors gathered together in horror, guarding everywhere, for fear that it would be their turn next.

"It's such a pity..."

Macon looked at the pool of pureed meat and shook his head.

"But, what a pity? What the hell is this? Is Christmas like this in Puli Island?"

Fudge took out a clean white handkerchief and wiped it on his face, only to be smeared with blood.

In the cold and dry snowy day, it was obviously impossible to wipe off the blood. He threw away the red handkerchief in disgust.

"Mr. Minister, you really have the leisure time. I advise you to open these gift boxes as soon as possible. Nine Silent Men and two Ministry of Magic Aurors have died now."

Boom!Blood splashed everywhere, and another beautiful flower appeared on the white snow.

"Oh~ Another one."

"What the hell are you playing? Ouch! ~Damn it!"

Fudge felt like he was about to spit out his bile, the way that horrible monster appeared was too weird, it wasn't apparition, what was it?

"Listen, Fudge, I don't have time to argue with you here. My target is the monster that appeared just now. This is the job of the Reticent Man. If you want to become a puddle of meat, I won't stop you. We don't care who becomes Minister for Magic."

Macon walked forward, patted his face with a large cat's paw mat, and continued.

"Don't even think about running away. Since you came here, things in the air that you can't see have already penetrated into your bodies. No one can leave without killing that Santa Claus. Even if you get out of here by chance, Even if I don't make a move, the Reticent will find you and send you off for the last time."

Fudge looked at Macon with a complicated expression, and remained silent. He didn't know what happened here. Is this the job of the Reticent Man?That kind of monster was beyond his cognition, and in his memory, it was not magical at all.

The Aurors observed each other, and finally they all looked at the minister, and found that he was also silent, so there was nothing they could do, they rushed up to open the gift box.

Fudge saw that his subordinates ran to open the gift box, and he couldn't lag behind. If he didn't open it before the time, wouldn't he be the one who died.

"Remember, open your own gift box, don't open other people's, I don't care about you if something goes wrong."

Macon reminded from behind that there were still 10 baits left, and he had to use them carefully.

"Oh, so many Galleons in the box!"

"Hey, how does such a small box hold a Firebolt?"

"Here's the roast turkey I served on the table before I left the house!"

"···"

Macon watched them unpack the gift box, those gifts were all real things, but one person's wish should definitely not be these real things.

He looked at Fudge strangely, holding a little yellow duck in his hand, the kind of toy that is put in the bathtub when taking a bath...

So, that is to say, for the first time or the first few times, you will not choose non-material wishes to come true?The purpose of this minister coming here is obviously for the Reticent Man, to be precise, for the Department of Mysteries, and his wish is definitely not that little yellow duck.

"This actually appeared in my mind before!"

Fudge pinched the little yellow duck, made a quacking sound, and looked at Macon in shock.

"Yes, Mr. Minister, then can you explain why you have thought of this?"

"I, I just think it's cold here and I just want to take a hot bath."

"Then your bathing time is really full of emotion."

Macon pouted, ignored Fudge, and looked at the remaining nine Aurors.

"After a while, there will be a new gift box around you. I hope you don't open that box again, unless you want to become those people in this small town."

"If you still want a chance to survive, just follow my instructions. After the new gift box appears, look at me and act. Anyone who is seen by me immediately casts the flame spell and ignites the gift box in their hands. I want to be there All of you Aurors, no one knows the spell, right?"

Seeing that they were all nodding their heads, Macon continued to order what to do next.

"Okay, now I trouble you to clean up the scene, take these controlled people out, and block the scene, so that they don't come back again."

The Aurors acted one after another, using the Levitation Charm to bring the townspeople out of the street, and using the Transformation Charm to erect a high wall to ensure that they would not run in again. After the arrangement was completed, a group of people returned to the emptied street.

"Macon, what is that Santa Claus?"

Fudge's curiosity was still driving him, and this time he didn't want to come in vain, and now he was eager to know the answer.

"Mr. Minister, the Reticent Man has the Reticent Man's rule, which is an ancient ritual stronger than the Unbreakable Curse. And this is not something the Minister of Magic should know. I can only advise you, the more you know, the faster you die .”

After Macon finished speaking, he waved to Fudge and motioned him to squat down a little. Fudge thought that the other party would tell him some secrets that could not be disclosed, so he squatted down happily and turned his ear to Macon.

"Staying away from home on Christmas Eve and bringing Aurors here? Do you think I don't know what you're thinking? Trying to trick the Department of Mysteries? Tell you, you're thinking of shit! Can you tonight Going back safely is still unknown."