The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 218 Harry's Ten Thousand Whys

Only halfway through Harry's letter, he found light outside the window, a carriage pulled by two black unicorns hovered in the air, and four magic lanterns lit up softly. The windows turned into steps extending to the horse-stool of the carriage.

"Take your luggage." Macon looked sideways at Harry, before burning the letter paper on his desk, "Don't just sit around."

Harry got up quickly, put the suitcase and some loose clothes into the black cat pendant, and got into the carriage along the steps.

The unicorn neighed and soared into the air, and the steps attached to the horse stool turned into windows again, and fell on the roof of the Dursleys' house with a bang and glass shattering.

"Macon, what happened? There is a problem with the Ministry of Magic? Why did the dementors appear here? Where are we going? Back to Hogwarts..." As soon as Harry sat down, he began to ask doubt.

"Harry, ask less, read more, and then use your brain," Macon handed him a cup of black tea, put the two little white cats into the hood, and picked up Hermione who had turned into a white cat, " There may be some bumps in the road ahead.”

"Bumpy? Aren't we in the air?" Harry was even more puzzled by what Macon said, but in the next second, he understood what Macon meant.

A series of spells lit up outside the window of the carriage. In order to avoid the dense attacking spells, the unicorn led the carriage and began to climb in an almost spiral manner in the air. The strong inertia forced Harry to hold on to the table in front of him. The table In the exquisite teacup that Macon handed him, miraculously, there was no ripple at all.

Harry was about to ask who was attacking them outside Macon, but after thinking about it, he still looked out the car window. In the clear night sky, under the bright moonlight, he saw the appearance of those people. They wore tall pointed hats, Faces covered in skull masks, riding on broomsticks, multicolored spells are being shot from their wands.

"Death Eaters!? Why? Both the Ministry of Magic and Voldemort want my life?" Harry exclaimed in surprise.

"It is Voldemort who wants to kill you. The Ministry of Magic is targeting Dumbledore, and you are just a powerful weapon against Dumbledore." Macon took a sip of black tea after speaking, and moved the white cat to think. Is the carriage to be remodeled?Is there any way to counterattack quickly and effectively while moving at high speed?

The unicorn carriage flew higher and higher, and the Death Eaters on broomsticks couldn't reach such a high position, so they all turned around and left.

"Harry, you are in a very dangerous situation now. Dumbledore asked Macon to pick you up to a safe place." Hermione saw Harry with a gloomy expression, and it would be better to tell him some news in case he was thinking wildly.

"Hermione, shouldn't we go back to Hogwarts?" Harry looked at the stars outside the window, judging from the knowledge taught in astronomy class, this direction is not back to school.

"Hogwarts is indeed safer," Hermione patted the hand scratching her chin with her cat's paw, "Dumbledore probably wanted you to know something."

"Let me know something?" Harry tugged at his hair, why is everyone like this?Can't you put the problem on the bright side and tell yourself one by one?

The corners of Macon's mouth curled up slightly, making the cat even happier.

The unicorn carriage gently landed in front of a residential building near a small square. Macon got out of the carriage with the white cat in his arms, and unfolded a rolled up note in front of her. The note was handed to Harry.

The note read: Order of the Phoenix Command, located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

"Where is the number 12 here?" Harry raised his head and looked for the house number carefully. After the 11th, there is a 13th, and there is no...

The residential building in front of me has changed at this moment, a tattered door squeezed out from the middle, on which is written No. 12 Grimmauld Place, and the buildings on both sides move outward evenly from left to right. The missing No. 12 Grimmauld Place appeared in front of him abruptly.

"Burn it," Macon said to Harry, and walked to the door, a red alchemy array lit up on the front of his right index finger, aiming at the door lock, and there was a continuous sound of machine guns coming from the dilapidated door, " Come in, they're all here."

Harry followed Macon into the foyer. In the faint light of the old-fashioned kerosene lamp, he could see that the air here was dusty, damp, and had a strange smell, and there were spiders everywhere. net.

"Harry! It's great to see you!" Mrs. Weasley appeared from the other end of the hall. After seeing Harry, she hurried over and put her arms around Harry. "Ron is upstairs, two The first room on the left hand side of the building, you can go up first, the room has been prepared for you."

"Thank you, Aunt Molly, I'll go up to Ron first." Harry gently pushed Mrs. Weasley away, and chose to go up to Ron, hoping to get some news from him.

"And you, Macon, go up too, I'll prepare some supper for you." Mrs. Weasley greeted Macon, and hurriedly left the hall.

Macon turned on the air filter function on the white cat's hairpin. The smell inside was too strong. With a look of disgust, he stepped on the wooden floor covered with thick dust and walked upstairs.

Spirituality unfolds as he steps up the stairs, and he is looking for one thing, a beautiful locket.

"My God! What's on it?" Hermione looked at the wall plaque in surprise, where crumpled heads were hanging on it, "How could they do this!"

"Hermione, these are house-elves who have served the owners of this house for generations," Macon stroked the white cat's head, "They voluntarily had their heads chopped off and hung here after they died. It's an honor."

"But this is too cruel. Who is the owner of this house? It can't be a dark wizard, right?"

"You always get the point. This is the ancestral home of the Black family, and the only heir now is Sirius."

Hermione didn't want to see the heads, and squeezed the cat's head into Macon's arms, choosing to keep out of sight.

Macon continued to walk on the second floor. According to his memory, there should be a living room here, where there are many relics of the Black family, including the Slytherin locket and another Horcrux of Voldemort.

"Harry! Harry!" came an anxious voice, followed by the sound of going upstairs.

"Sirius!" Harry, who heard the voice, came out of the room and hugged Sirius.

"My God! I'm glad you're okay! Sorry Harry, I wasn't there for you when you were in danger!"

"Sirius! No need to apologize, I can handle it myself. I was expecting that you would pick me up from the Dursleys' house, but I haven't seen you after waiting for more than a month."

"I was still busy with some things at that time. The wizarding world is too dangerous now. I can only run around all day. Don't worry about me. Sophie is with me. She is eating in the cafeteria."

"···"

"Ahem!" Macon coughed. How long are these two going to hold each other?

"Macon! Thank you for bringing Harry here safely." Sirius let go of Harry, and thanked Macon with some embarrassment.

"Sirius, I want something, and it should be right here in this house."

Macon's words made Sirius stunned, you are so rich, what else can you look at in the junk here?

"No problem, you can take whatever you like!" Sirius readily agreed, "The valuable things here are all antiques, in the front living room."