The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

The three who chased into the castle were blocked by Professor McGonagall, and Draco Malfoy was still standing next to the professor.

This is obviously Draco found out that they left the castle after the curfew, went to report directly, and then recommended himself to inquire about the situation.

"Good night, gentlemen and Miss Granger, come with me." Professor McGonagall took the four of them to the office, "No matter how I repeat, you still left the dormitory after the curfew, so each of you will 50 points deducted."

Draco looked triumphantly at the three with bitter faces.

"And you, Mr. Draco, although your report is true, but you also left the dormitory in the middle of the night." Professor McGonagall looked at the stiff-faced Draco and continued, "In order to prevent this kind of thing from happening again, you All four will be detained."

"The previous punishment method has changed, otherwise we will be hung upside down in the dungeon!" Filch excitedly took the oil lamp and led the four of them to find Hagrid. "I really miss that scream."

The four swallowed their saliva and followed behind.

"You're staying with Hagrid tonight, he's going to do some business in the Forbidden Forest."

After handing them over to Hagrid, Filch returned to the castle to continue his night patrol.It was such a pleasure to catch four mischievous little wizards tonight.

Hagrid looked at the four of them with red, swollen eyes.

"Hagrid, are you feeling better?" Hermione looked at him like this, but decided to comfort him.

"Hermione, Macon handed Norbert to Dumbledore, I'm afraid he won't get used to it after he leaves me." Hagrid said this, tears seemed to well up in his eyes again.

The four little wizards all gave Hagrid a supercilious look.

In the Forbidden Forest at this time, what are Dumbledore and Macon looking for...

"Dear Mr. Principal, can you untie this damn rope?"

Macon scratched a rope on his body in disgust, it was a special enchanted rope, one end was tied to Maomao's shoulder armor, and the other end was tied vertically... to the young dragon's neck.

Whenever the young dragon flies up, it will take the cat away from the ground...

Who is walking who?

"Macon, the food you brought should be kept by you. As for the rope, please don't worry about it." Dumbledore looked at the black cat that kept floating up and down. "It's just a prop for your convenience."

You are a bad old man, don't look white on the outside, you are all black on the inside!

As the young dragon led the cat up and down in the air, a silver light on the dark ground in the distance attracted the cat's attention.

"Mr. Principal, there is a situation over there!" Mao Mao pointed in the air.

It was a pure white horse with a unicorn, a unicorn lying in a pool of silver blood.

Dumbledore bent down, inspecting the unicorn's wounds.

"Macon, this is Voldemort's hand. Quirrell is drinking the blood of the unicorn. He wants to regain his strength."

"What about the unicorn?"

"It's dead, and the centaurs will bury them."

"Mr. Principal, I want this unicorn."

Looking at the desperate and angry eyes of the unicorn on the ground, Macon became excited instantly!

"Huh? You want to eat it?" Dumbledore looked at Macon suspiciously. "The blood of a unicorn will curse the creature that eats it. Voldemort is an exception. Quirrell is the one who accepts the curse."

"Mr. Principal, don't worry, I'm not going to eat it, I'm just helping it." Macon stared at the young dragon in the sky, and pointed his cat's paw at the ground, signaling it to fly lower.

Macon, who landed on the ground, squatted in front of the unicorn, and slowly raised the cat's paw. The thick black air continued to condense in front of the paw, and a rectangular piece of pure black paper exuding metallic luster appeared in front of the paw, following the cat's paw. The cat is constantly burning magic power to transform into spirituality, and blood emerges from the note, forming mysterious and strange characters.

Dumbledore squinted at the note in front of the black cat, picked up the old wand and cast layer after layer of magical protection on his head.

As the blood-red characters on the note increased, all kinds of crazy ravings came from the air, and there was also a smell of copper rust.

Dumbledore, who smelled the smell, frowned and released the air-isolated protection.

When the last blood-red character was twisted and condensed, a fairy sand return to the soul was completed. This is exactly the secret technique recorded on the first page of "The Seven Secrets of the Earth".

Macon controlled the talisman and stuck it on the forehead of the unicorn, a burst of blood flashed, and the talisman melted into the unicorn's body.

A tiny crack appeared out of nowhere in the open space, and the black claws in Maomao's body gushed out crazily. Countless black claws clung to the crack, and there was a sound like glass breaking. A pure white unicorn soul rushed out of the crack and ran towards its corpse.

Dumbledore looked at the scene in front of him in astonishment. At the moment when the unicorn's soul returned to the corpse, a terrifying pressure came from the crack. It was a slender arm, an arm full of decay and decay.

Macon's beast instinct was stimulated again, his beautiful heterochromatic pupils shrank instantly, and the hairs all over his body stood on end. There is no doubt that this time he used the Immortal Sand Returning Soul Talisman to offend a big guy!

Dumbledore looked at that arm in horror. Although he didn't know what it was, as the only person in the world who owned multiple Deathly Hallows, he was very familiar with the breath emanating from that arm, and he trembled. He raised the Elder Wand and kept chanting the Fiendfire Curse. Countless Fiendfire shot out from the Elder Wand, but every time Fiendfire touched his arm, it would be extinguished instantly.

It was not dissipated like Fiendfire, but completely annihilated by the power of corruption.

Just when the arm passed through the gap and stretched out its fingers, the ferocious black claws gave up on the gap, like a hungry wolf that has been hungry for a long time met a very delicious little white rabbit, countless black claws tightly wrapped around the fingers, gnawing .

The attacked finger started to fight back, grabbed a handful of black claws with a wave of his hand, and quickly pinched them off, but the broken black claws did not disappear. After being eaten by more black claws coming up from behind, they turned into energy and continued to attack. Fingers for nibbling.

"Go away... Heresy! And you! Thief!" A hoarse and angry voice came from the crack, and while the arm full of decaying power was struggling to retract, it tore off countless black claws, and the crack closed quickly , A large number of ferocious black claws were still gushing out from the cat's body. They tried to tear the gap again, but failed. They could only eat those torn black claws and retracted.

Dumbledore swallowed hard, was it so violent?What do you think you ate?That's not a drumstick!That is the arm of Death!He looked at the resurrected unicorn obediently bowing its head to the black cat, and the frightened baby dragon, shaking its head helplessly.

Dumbledore, who suddenly thought of something, stared at the resurrected black unicorn and cast his analytical eyes.

Countless complicated and mysterious magic runes appeared in his pupils. After looking at them for a long time, he sighed again.That was not a resurrection in the true sense. Although it had its own soul, its body had already died.

Maomao jumped on the unicorn's head and sat down, grasping the unicorn with both hands. After waking up, the young dragon was heartlessly tied to Maomao's back, and could only fly in circles in the air.

Looking at the configuration of a cat, a dragon and a unicorn, Albus Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of our time, looked a little older.