The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 221 Ron: What kind of black magic is this?

"Professor! I want to join the Order of the Phoenix!" Harry looked firmly at Dumbledore.

"No, you're still young, wait until you're an adult." Dumbledore shook his head, clearly rejecting Harry.

"Oh, Harry, don't look at me, I'm already 17 years old." Cedric found Harry looking at him, and hurriedly told him his age.

"Hey! Dude, do we have a job?" Fred stood up and patted George on the shoulder. "How can we miss this kind of thing?"

"Of course, Fred, we also want to join the Order of the Phoenix!" George was about to get up when Mrs. Weasley pushed him down.

"Enough! You two don't make any more trouble, and go back to your bedroom! And Ginny!" Mrs. Weasley said loudly.

"No! Mother! We're grown up and you can't have us any more, don't you, George?"

"Of course, we have autonomy, and Dad agrees with our decision anyway."

"No!~" Weasley roared, and stood up abruptly, "I will never allow you two to join the Order of the Phoenix! You will only make a mess of things!"

"Oh, honey, you can't stop them two," Mr. Weasley was troubled by their quarrel, "they're adults, legal adults, we can't control them."

"Ginny! Hermione! Ron! And Harry! Go back to sleep!" Mrs. Weasley was obviously annoyed, and her tone was unquestionable, "Now! Go back to the bedroom immediately! We are going to have a meeting!"

"Huh? Why?" Ron suddenly noticed that his mother missed a name, "Why can Macon stay? It's not fair! He's also underage!"

"He's a cat!" screamed Mrs. Weasley, twisting Ron's ears and chasing him upstairs.

Harry followed behind silently, too many things happened today, his mind is empty now, he doesn't know what to do or what to do.

Macon handed the two little white cats to Hermione, gave her a reassuring look, and told her to go back first.

The cafeteria returned to calm, and everyone became silent, except for Macon who was making chewing noises.

"Macon, can you change the color of my eyeball back first?" Moody pointed to his big eyeball and asked Macon, who was eating snacks by himself, "It looks dark red now , it is very inconvenient to fight.”

After Moody finished speaking, he took off the magic eye, and took out a small bag and put it in front of him together with the magic eye.

Macon opened the bag and looked inside, threw it into the white cat hairpin, stretched out his index finger, and wrapped the magic eye in a shining formation of red light. After a while, the white of the magic eye returned to its normal color.

"Okay, let's talk about the current primary goal..." Dumbledore saw that Mrs. Weasley had returned, sat up straight, and started the first meeting after the reorganization of the Order of the Phoenix.

Harry and Ron, who returned to the bedroom, didn't fall asleep immediately. They lay on their backs on the bed, and both of them had their own little thoughts.

"Harry, do you think we will face those Death Eaters in the rest of our lives?" Ron broke the silence first.

"Ron, Dumbledore just said that the wizard war, this is a war." Harry looked at the dilapidated ceiling and said in a deep voice.

"War..., familiar and strange, I never thought it would be so close to us."

"Yeah, I've only seen it on TV, and I never thought that I would get involved in it one day."

"We'll win with Dumbledore, won't we?"

"Yes, we have Dumbledore, but Ron, we have to work hard too."

The two chatted and chatted, and soon fell asleep.

In a daze, Harry felt that the air had become humid. He saw white mist covering his surroundings. Two big white legs were folded in the bathtub. His hand suddenly grabbed upwards, desperately pinching two balls of white towering, sharp nails dug into the flesh, oozing bright red blood.

The picture stopped abruptly, and Harry felt two hot streams gushing from his nose. He wanted to wake up immediately, but tiredness haunted him all the time, he struggled twice, and fell into a deep sleep again.

Early the next morning, the black cat was reluctantly dragged out of the bed by Hermione. The glare of the sun made him not want to open his eyes. He groped into Hermione's arms and moved his body comfortably, um, the perfect touch.

"Macon!" Hermione opened her collar, reached in and grabbed Xiao Qing around Cat's neck, and dragged him out forcefully, "Wake up! Mrs. Weasley is calling us for breakfast!"

"Let me sleep for a while, the old bee talked for so long last night, I'm almost sleepy!" The black cat's dissatisfied voice was full of sleepiness.

"Get up quickly, if I don't get up again, I will..." Before Hermione finished speaking, she was startled by a loud scream.

"What the hell is Ron screaming? I can't sleep this late!" The black cat shrugged its ears and lowered its eyelids, very unhappy.

Hermione picked up the small satchel, put the two little white cats into the bag, and carried the black cats to Harry and Ron's bedroom.

On the way, she also heard other doors opening, and everyone here was alarmed, and Hermione couldn't help but quicken her pace.

"What happened?" When Hermione rushed to the door, she found that there were already many people standing there, she asked and squeezed in, "My God!"

Harry's face was covered with dried blood. He was sitting on the bed in a daze, looking at Ron, and Ron was staring in horror at Harry's sleeping pillow, which was originally white and now stained red.

"When I woke up, I opened my eyes and saw him looking at me with blood all over his face." Ron's face was pale, "Someone must have broken in and cast black magic on Harry last night!"

"Harry! What's the matter with you? What's going on here?" After Sirius arrived, he rushed into the bedroom and carefully checked Harry's condition. "Have you been affected by black magic? Have you been cursed?"

The black cat looked at Harry's face and found the problem. The blood on his face was all from the pillow, except for two obvious marks under his nose. "Harry, what did you dream about last night?"

"Me? What dreamed?" Harry was told by the black cat, and he began to recall the hazy but very real scene last night.

"Oh, his nose is bleeding! What dark magic is this!" Ron yelled, pointing at Harry's nose!

"I, I didn't dream anything, really!" Harry said and quickly got up from the bed, looking around for tissues.

"Harry, tell us quickly, the amount of bleeding is too scary!" Hermione took out a tissue from her satchel in a panic and handed it to Harry, "You tell us, so we can help you!"

"Is it too dry in the bedroom?" Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry distressedly.

"Mom, it's moldy here, how can it be dry? It must be black magic!" Ron complained, since he lived here, he always felt sticky.

"Then what should we do, we don't have a healer here," Sirius became anxious, "should we send it directly to St. Mungo?"

"No! That's too dangerous!" Moody limped in on crutches, obviously disagreeing with Sirius' suggestion.

"Harry! You're not telling the truth! What did you dream about?" A stern voice came from the mouth of the black cat, "This is a very vicious black magic. You have to tell the scene in your dream to break it." !"

The black cat's words obviously startled Harry, but if he just said that, where would he put his face?

Moody turned his head to look at the black cat suspiciously. What kind of black magic is this?How come I never heard of it?

"Harry, woohoo, tell me what the hell you dreamed about," Ginny threw herself into Harry's arms, crying loudly, "Let's go find Dumbledore, he will definitely help you!"

"Dumbledore left before dawn, no one knows where he is!" Mr. Weasley shook his head, this matter is too tricky and hasty!

"I, I," Harry gritted his teeth and said loudly, obviously terrified by them, "I dreamed of a very fair woman taking a bath!"

"That's right!" the black cat screamed strangely, "This black magic is called Chunmeng!"

Everyone in the room was stunned, and it took a while to react. Ginny was the first to jump out. Mrs. Weasley smiled awkwardly and walked out of the bedroom. Hermione followed the black cat in silence. After going out, there was loud laughter from the bedroom.