The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

On the first day of the Easter holiday, Macon and Hagrid sent Harry, Ron and Hermione on the Hogwarts Express.

"Macon, are you sure you don't want to go back with me during the holidays? Mom and Dad wrote yesterday and said they want you to go home with me."

"Mr. Principal and I still have things to do this holiday. Say hello to Mr. Granger and Mrs. Granger. I have put all their presents in my backpack. Take them back with you."

Hermione hugged Macon reluctantly for a while, and boarded the train after the whistle sounded.

Watching them go away, Macon also bid farewell to Hagrid, sweeping away the thoughts of parting, Macon, who had recovered his cat body, turned into a black light in Hagrid's sight, and ran towards the castle.

"Are you sure? Macon, that's not a good place."

Dumbledore looked at Macon complicatedly. Few people in the wizarding world wanted to go there.

"Yes, Mr. Principal, although I don't know where you are taking me, I believe in you."

Macon stared at Dumbledore sincerely with wide cat eyes.

This old bee, didn't the 'unknown' thrown out earlier just want to grab my appetite, so it's meaningless to talk about it now.

If it wasn't for his eagerness to find out the situation on the mysterious side of the world, he didn't want to act alone with the old bee. Last time he said he would take him to a place, but he had a fight in front of the Mirror of Erised. But this time he went can't do it.

Macon shrunk and jumped onto Dumbledore's shoulders, allowing Fawkes to apparate them.

The distorted vision returned to normal, and Macon stared blankly at the red telephone booth in front of him. He was familiar with this one. He had been here with Professor McGonagall once before, and the telephone booth he sat in was the Ministry of Magic that was taken by elevator.

When they entered the Ministry of Magic, many wizards greeted Dumbledore and praised his new pet.

Macon scratched his butt in embarrassment, pets are pets, he wants to see where the old bee will take him.

With the crowd, they took the elevator again.

"Ding, Department of Mysteries."

After a crisp sound, they walked out of the elevator. Macon looked around suspiciously. Dumbledore led him to a narrow black road. At the end of the road was a locked door with old mottled brass. The handle is in the middle of the door.

Macon looked at the handle suspiciously. When the handle is twisted, it should affect the left and right bolts, so the door can only be opened up and down after it is opened?

Standing in front of the door, Dumbledore reached out and knocked on the door. The huge brass lock slowly twisted, and with a soft click, the closed door did not open.

But in Macon's perception, the surrounding environment quietly changed after the sound of the machine bracket sounded. With Dumbledore's turn around, Macon found that the way he came had completely changed.

It was a circular hall, whether it was the ceiling, the floor or the surrounding walls, they were all pitch-black. The surface of the floor tiles was as smooth as a mirror. Coupled with the faint blue candles burning all around, they seemed to be standing in the middle of the night. on the Black Lake.

There are 12 identical black doors in the entire rotunda, and a middle-aged man in a beige suit stands in the middle of the hall.

"The black cat stays, Dumbledore, you can go now."

His voice was quick and crisp, and Macon jumped off the ground, watching Dumbledore walk towards the weird door without saying a word, still knocking on the door, and finally the door turned and disappeared with him.

"Hello, Macon, I think you have some doubts, oh shit! You better turn your face, it's too dark in here, yes, that's it, let me see your light bulbs Eye."

"First of all, let me introduce myself, Director of the Department of Mysteries. Don't worry about my name, it doesn't matter. You are welcome to join the Department of Mysteries. I learned about your ability through the letter Dumbledore wrote to me. This is exactly what we needed."

"Listen, we don't care what you are, because the 'unknown' we have seen are much weirder than you. Our task is to destroy them as much as possible, or seal them,"

"Come with me, your silent man ceremony is ready. After the ceremony, you are one of us. You cannot disclose any information to the outside world. This ceremony is much more reliable than an unbreakable oath, at least from the 17th century to the present. No one has released any information yet.”

The director quickly explained the matter clearly, and then went to Macon and hugged him. This vigorous director, no matter what he said or did, he was crisp and neat, and he didn't even let the cat make a sound.

He took Macon back to the middle of the hall, stomped lightly, and the floors gradually parted to reveal a downward staircase.

This is a room decorated as a bar. A dozen silent men in black cloaks took off their hoods and were drinking and chatting. They were male and female. When they heard the movement, they all looked at the cat walking Secretary down the stairs.

"Oh, look quickly, our director has brought a kitten, shall we give him a loving cat litter?"

The speaker was a young wizard with many freckles, and he wore a top hat.

"Shut up, bald man! Hope Fiendfire burns not only your scalp but your tongue next time!"

The director cursed the silent man who covered his bald head with a hat without dignity.

"Haha, bald man, you should really take care of your stinky mouth."

"Blind man, don't think I won't dare to beat you because you're old, don't look at me, and you're lame."

"Oh, what does this have to do with me? Our Disabled Alliance must be harmonious, and don't let other teams see jokes!"

"Don't mention this damn name again! I'm just blind in one eye, not disabled!"

The director held Macon with one hand and his forehead with the other. Once this group of weirdos quarreled, it would be endless.

"Enough! There are newcomers to attend the ceremony today."

After he finished speaking, he led Macon into the ceremony hall, and these people became serious in an instant, and they followed behind the director in silence.

In the empty ceremony hall, candles were placed all around, and a huge magic circle was drawn with bright red blood on the ground in the middle.

"Okay, you are standing on the magic circle now, don't panic, it won't hurt you."

Macon jumped down from the chief's arms, activated the Animagus to transform into a human and stood in the middle of the magic circle.

The silent people around watched this scene with wide eyes. It seemed that the newcomer was a transfiguration master.

He is so young, it is no wonder that he has sequelae, but the cat ears and tail are not serious sequelae.

Maybe in future battles, they will be gone after being burned by Fiendfire, such as those from the Crippled Alliance.

"Prepare for the ceremony!"

The director's order interrupted their wild thinking, and the silent people present quickly surrounded Macon. They took out their wands and pointed at the outer circle of the magic circle, and began to cast the spell.

The magic circle drawn by blood, driven by the spell, the blood condenses into blood beads and rises up. The dense blood beads in the air condense into one, and finally gather on Macon's forehead, flashing in.

The blood beads began to spread in Macon's mind, gradually forming a chain, about to wrap around his brain and bind his thinking, but was torn to pieces by the black claws that felt it.

The director who presided over the formation sensed that the ceremony had failed the moment the chain was broken, and he retracted his wand without showing any trace.

"The ceremony is over!"