The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 208 Fudge: I'm going to act

The moment Voldemort hit the ground on the guillotine, he turned into black smoke and fled. Harry held up his long sword and chased him for two steps and stopped unwillingly. What kind of shit is the Dark Lord, he knows how to run away!Also annoyed at myself for not Apparating...

He was not the only one trembling like Cedric. The husky that was barking just now had its tail between its legs, prostrated itself on the ground, whimpered softly, and looked flatteringly at Macon.

Seeing Macon looking at him blankly, the husky turned his head and ran away. The four dog paws scratched the soil, and the powerful force lifted up the dust all over the sky. It's been a long way.

But the chain on the guillotine was faster than it. The chain, which was swinging freely, was stretched straight and pierced through the husky's abdomen in an instant.

"Ah!~" A shrill howl resounded.

The husky, who wanted to escape, was trapped by the chains and became a rice dumpling. Only the dog's head was exposed outside. It struggled to break free from the chains. Whether it was getting bigger or opening its mouth to bite, there was nothing the chains could do. Being tied up tighter and tighter.

Erha, who had nothing to do, raised his head and let out a resentful bark, and the light of wisdom in his eyes gradually dissipated.

Macon controlled the chain and dragged it in front of him, looking at Erha curiously, why is this guy so angry?

Run if you can't beat it, play dead if you can't escape, right?The ferocious black claws inserted into the dog's head, groped inside for a while, pulled out a black shadow, and retracted, Erha's eyes began to turn upwards, and the wet tongue slipped out of the mouth...

Macon wanted to drag Erha to the guillotine and finish the job with a click of a knife, but seeing how smart it was, he decided to leave it to fight wits and courage with Voldemort. The black cat tail swayed gently, and the guillotine turned into black mist slowly dissipate.

"Macon! Voldemort turned into black smoke and fled. I can't keep her." Harry ran over and found that the battle was over here too. Sirius and Cedric were both safe and sound. It made him even happier.

"Run away, run away, anyway, as long as you are still alive, she will find you sooner or later." Macon waved his hand indifferently.

"Is this husky already dead?" Harry looked at the Erha on the ground whose abdomen was pierced, "I was taken aback by it before, but luckily Sirius and Cedric are fine, thank you, Macon .”

"It's very healthy, but it's a pity that this dog is useless to me. Maybe it would be better to eat it directly." Macon hit the husky's head with a black cat cane, and the other party's eyes that were originally lifeless, Two beams of light burst out, and quickly jumped to the side, opened its mouth wide, spat out a beautifully shaped gold cup covered in mucus, and swung its big tail towards the approaching Sirius.

"Be careful!" Harry yelled quickly, reminding his godfather.

"It's okay, it doesn't have any malicious intentions." Macon looked at Sirius strangely, and the Erha jumped to his side and threw him to the ground, licking his face with a big wet tongue.

The abdomen pierced by the chains healed quickly, and new hair grew slowly, and his eyes were always inseparable from the unshaven man in front of him.

Sirius also gradually relaxed from the nervousness at the beginning. He is a dog in Animagus form, so he knows how much he likes dogs without thinking about it.

Macon passed the handle of the golden cup with a black cat cane, lifted it into the air, and wagged its tail. The clear water made by the water-making spell washed the golden cup repeatedly before he took it into his hand for careful observation.

It was a pure gold goblet with exquisite handles on the left and right sides, and the surface of the cup was engraved with exquisite plant-like patterns.

After spiritually scanning the golden cup, he found that the golden cup was broken. Fortunately, the magic circle inside was not seriously damaged. Macon threw it into the white cat hairpin and studied it carefully after returning.

Then he took out a piece of rope from the white cat's hairpin, which was the one that Dumbledore used to tie him and Norbeta a long time ago, and handed the rope to Sirius, indicating that he would use it to tie the husky.

"Although this dog is stupid, its fighting power is terrifying. You must keep an eye on it, but judging by its appearance, it likes you very much. Maybe it's your good companion."

"I love dogs so much, I have the confidence to take good care of them."

Sirius took the rope, looped it around the husky's neck, passed it through its forelimbs, and tied a knot at the shoulder armor. It was obvious that he really liked dogs. Macon smiled intriguingly.

Although Voldemort ran away, Macon still harvested a remnant soul, and the golden cup was also a good thing. Satisfied, Macon happily summoned the Triwizard Cup and brought Harry and Cedric back to Quidditch. The entrance to the labyrinth of the arena.

"They're back! Our champion is back!"

"Victory belongs to Hogwarts! We won the Triwizard Cup!"

The little wizards in the stands cheered and released the fireworks in their hands, and magical fireworks lit up in the clear night sky.

"Connelly, you don't seem to be feeling well?" Dumbledore clapped, and the Minister of Magic next to him, his face was obviously a little bit wrong, "Tonight, we can hold a dinner in the auditorium, I think you must be hungry caught."

"Thank you, Albus. As you get older, you will always feel tired after staying up late." Fudge said with a smile, and he had already scolded Voldemort bloody in his heart. The Dark Lord, still failed to kill the black cat and Potter, what a waste!

"Oh, I can't see any wrinkles on your face." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he stood up and walked to the podium.

Seeing Dumbledore approaching, Harry hesitated to tell him about Voldemort, but Dumbledore turned his back to the stands and raised his index finger on his chest.

"The Triwizard Tournament has finally come to a successful conclusion, and the final champion belongs to Hogwarts! It's very late now, let me make a long story short, tonight, a dinner will be prepared in the auditorium, I think you need some food."

The little wizards chatted and chatted, and walked towards the auditorium. Dumbledore and Fudge accompanied Harry to walk behind.

"Professor, Minister, the Triwizard Cup has been handed down. Cedric and I were sent to a cemetery. Voldemort has been resurrected through the resurrection ceremony, but he has completely turned into a woman!"

Harry quickly told Dumbledore and Fudge briefly about what happened tonight, but he was still clear about what he could and couldn't say.

"Impossible! The Dark Lord is already dead!" Fudge looked unbelievable, he grabbed Harry's shoulder, "You must have read it wrong! The Dark Lord was killed by you 14 years ago! Bo Mister Te!"

"No! I'm not mistaken, Cedric is also nearby, the two of us can't be wrong!" Harry pulled his hands away and looked at Fudge angrily, "This is not a trivial matter, I can't talk nonsense. "

"Connelly, the wizarding world has always been precarious and full of disasters," Dumbledore said in a deep voice, "Voldemort has returned, so we have to respond instead of questioning..."

"Enough! He can't be resurrected, let alone come back, Albus, what the wizarding world needs now is stability!"

After Fudge finished speaking, he looked at Dumbledore and Harry Potter, turned and left Hogwarts.