aircannonsinc Chapter 198 Cats care about this?
Chapter 198 Cats care about this?
After dinner, Harry and the others continued on to the Room of Requirement, and in any case, daily practice was essential and had become a habit.
Sirius looked at the duel between Harry and Ron, Seamus and Draco, and secretly clicked his tongue. Even the elite Aurors might not be able to endure this intensity of spell training.
While the spells are facing each other, they switch back and forth between wandless spell casting and normal spell casting. They don't have a fixed target, and they will sneak up on another person at any time. Moreover, when they face the attack of the spell, they not only have to resist and Offset, and even dodge.
Among the four people, only the little wizard named Seamus Finnigan couldn't understand him, because he always defended and never attacked, which made him confused.
It wasn't until the four of them finished this stage of training and began to practice alone that he understood why Seamus didn't take the initiative to attack. The blue flame exuded terrifying heat, clinging to the opponent's body like a commanding arm!
How is this different from suicide?His practice method is very weird, giving him the feeling that the other party is trying to communicate with the flame, or that he and the flame are both tentatively making contact?
It's a pity that he could only hold on for a few seconds. Seamo retracted the flames, sat on the ground panting, and gulped water.
Sirius saw that the upper body of Simo Chiguo was like a boiled prawn. It was astonishingly red and full of blisters. The other three would help him apply the wound medicine when they were free. Look at their expressions, yes Seamus has long been used to this kind of self-abuse training?
"Seamo, it seems that your method has worked." After the training, several people sat and chatted together. Harry lamented Seamus' fire magic, which was different from before. "Those flames, become docile." gone."
"Yeah, I was always very irritable before, crackling non-stop, and explosions would happen from time to time," Ron said with lingering fear. When training together, some of those flames would burst out, and anyone who touched them would burst out. A howl, "But I feel that you are no longer magic."
"Of course! This is my art!" Seamus disagreed, "Art comes from magic, but it is higher than magic!"
"Why is this sentence so familiar?" Draco looked at Seamus suspiciously, "Did he return to magic in the end?"
"Huh? Is there such a sentence?" Seamus scratched his head, "I've read some literary works recently, maybe I read too much, and I don't have any impression."
The three of them gave him blank looks at the same time, you are a wizard!If you don't talk about art all day long, how can you still read literature?
If Macon is here, you will see the way. Seamus regards flames as his belief. He is a believer himself. He uses the power of his beliefs to cultivate his own flame characteristics, which seems to be a self-abuse training. , just trying to adjust the compatibility between the flame and himself, he has already jumped out of the wizard's understanding and use of spells.
According to the usual practice, several people came to the kitchen for supper after training. The house elves were used to it, and it was a great honor for them to prepare supper for Mr. Potter.
Harry took Sirius back to the Gryffindor dormitory. Harry wanted to arrange a bed for him, such as using transfiguration to create a single bed, or emptying a wardrobe, but Sirius refused him insisted that he only needed to maintain his Animagus form and sleep at the foot of his bed.
Lying at the foot of the bed, Sirius looked at Harry falling asleep, feeling filled with emotion. His life in Hogwarts was not as bad as he imagined. He had many friends here, and he also had a favorite. little witch.
At the same time, he was also very fortunate that the black cat could teach Harry instead of him when he was unable to accompany him, and trained him exceptionally well.
In Floating City, Macon felt a headache when he saw Hermione who didn't talk much all day, and it was useless to say all good things.
He squinted his eyes and waited for the opportunity, and the target was naturally the pouting mouth of the other party. At the moment when Hermione was attracted by the two little white cats, Macon secretly praised Lelia and Felina, fiercely rushed over.
In order to prevent her from moving around, the black cat's tail swayed slightly when she jumped up, and the transfiguration technique turned the armrest of the chair into a rope to bind Hermione's hands.
His expression changed from a smile to surprise, and just as he was about to block the target, he snapped, and soon, Hermione, an Animagus, instantly turned into a white cat, and she was completely out of defense!
"Hermione! You're cheating!" Macon felt unwilling, lifted up the white cat, and rubbed it on his face, "Hurry up and change back, if you don't change back, I'm going to use a unique trick!"
The white cat turned its face sideways, and looked at Macon disdainfully with a pair of beautiful blue and yellow pupils. I became a cat. What can you do to me?
Macon gave a weird laugh, how could he not know what Hermione was thinking?But cats care about this?
The white cat's beautiful heterochromatic pupils were big and round. Seeing Macon, he kissed him without hesitation. After a few seconds, she let go of her stubbornness and opened her cat's mouth. If she didn't open her mouth again, she would Suffocated.
"Macon! It's so dirty! You swallowed my nose!"
After a while, Hermione released the Animagus and complained to Macon angrily.
"It's okay, we all kissed together anyway, and you have it in your mouth."
Macon waved his hand, disapproving, who told you to be dishonest and insist on using Animagus?
Hermione flung her fangs and claws at Macon, but was quickly grabbed by him, and after breaking free, she could only be held in Macon's arms obediently.
"Are the Death Eaters coming?"
"Not for the time being, those chickens and dogs will not be able to make any waves when they come."
"But the Death Eaters I know are very scary, they are too cruel."
"Hermione, it breaks my heart when you say that."
"Huh? Why?"
"Because I'm more cruel than them, it seems that you don't understand me yet."
"Seriously! Are the Death Eaters targeting Harry?"
"Yes, and no." Macon stroked her smooth long hair, and looked at Hermione amusedly, "In the past, their targets were Harry and Dumbledore, but now, they have to add me."
"Then we've joined Dumbledore's camp." Hermione nodded. She just remembered now that no matter how scary the Death Eaters are, there are also many people who are on the opposite side of them. We can no longer think one-sidedly about some one-sided factors. .
"Join Dumbledore's camp?" Macon shook his head, straightened her face, and said to her seriously, "Dumbledore is not so kind and kind on the surface, his compassion does not belong to an individual, but to the entire wizard boundary."
"What do you mean? I don't understand. Isn't he the greatest white wizard?" Macon's words made her unable to understand.
"He is the embodiment of justice, the benchmark of morality, the model of white wizards, and the pillar of the wizarding world..." Macon shook his head and continued, "He is destined not to be bound by emotions. When making a decision, for the sake of the overall situation, anyone can be his victim, so his sympathy belongs to the entire wizarding world, not to individuals."
"No one is perfect, and it is undeniable that he is indeed a great person," Macon said here, changing his previous exclamation, and his tone became sharper, "We don't belong to any camp, and we don't need any camp. Whoever dares to provoke us will smash him!"