aircannonsinc Chapter 193 Macon's Attitude to Life
Chapter 193 Macon's Attitude to Life
"Something like a Pensieve?" The director imagined that after the puppet returned from the investigation, the investigation team would use a wand to extract the doll's memory. This method seems to be good, "OK, we need 30 such alchemy dolls !"
"Are there any other requirements for appearance?" Macon immediately became energetic when he heard 30 pieces. This is a big list. "I suggest using a popular appearance, so as to avoid unnecessary attention."
"No problem, but there is one thing," the director suddenly became serious, and his tone became a lot harsher, "You must ensure their safety, and you must not reveal the secrets of the Department of Mysteries!"
"Of course, I'm a serious businessman, [-] Galleons each!"
"6000 Galleons!? Why don't you go grab it? Isn't that [-] Galleons for sale in your shop?"
"This is a special customization of yours. It requires high intelligence, new functions, and the most important thing is security and confidentiality. Don't these cost? Let me tell you first. In order to prevent their memories from being snooped by outsiders, I will add automatic Destroy the function of the consciousness body, because the damaged one is not covered by repair."
"You are really a serious businessman!" The director angrily took out a Gringotts key and threw it to Macon.
"It's only 30 Galleons." Macon took off his top hat in disgust, and put the key into the white cat's hairpin. "Okay, I'll go first, and I'll send it to you when it's done."
The director shook his head, picked up the mission report that Macon had left on the desk, and looked at it. It didn't matter if he didn't read it, but when he saw it, he became furious, and chased out of the office with the report.
"What kind of mission report are you talking about! What do you mean by throwing the unknown to the pet!? Come back and explain it to me!"
When Macon heard the yelling from behind, he couldn't help speeding up his pace, and the tip of his tail wagging left and right, it could be seen that Maomao was in a good mood today.
Before returning to Hogwarts, Macon went to St. Mungo's, but Mrs. Longbottom was not here. Macon had to show the certificate of the reticent man, and then he was allowed to enter the ward. After carefully checking the status of the Longbottoms and his wife, he found nothing After the question, I wrote a note and left it for Mrs. Longbottom, telling her the progress of the patient's treatment.
Macon, who returned to Hogwarts, missed dinner time, but he was not in a hurry.
"Daddy Black Cat is back!"
Two palm-sized little white cats were running in the air, their soles seemed to be on land, and they rushed towards Macon.
"Have you learned new magic?" Macon grabbed them one by one and put them into his arms.
"Felina was in the square today, and she flew up as she ran." Lelia's character was quieter, lying in Macon's arms, and told him the reason, "Then I will too."
"Haha, Felina is still the smartest," Felina's personality is exactly the opposite of her sister's. She is lively and active, using Macon as a cat climbing frame, jumping back and forth non-stop.
"Let's eat first, there is a warming spell on it," Hermione put down the book in her hand, pouted and signaled Macon to look at the dinner on the table.
"As expected of my shit-shoveling officer, he won my heart!"
"You're the one with poor mouth! Eat quickly, and go take a shower after eating, the smell on your body is terrible."
"What's the smell? You see, Lelia and Felina don't dislike it."
"···"
Macon's dinner ended quickly in a bickering, and after taking a bath, he turned back into a black cat and got into bed with two little white cats.
Macon cast a small lighting spell on the bed, and Lelia and Felina tossed and turned in the bed under the light. It was the first time they got into the bed in the form of a cat, and the feeling was indescribable happiness.
For them, this is the safest place in the world because of their beloved black cat father and white cat mother.
Hermione held three cats, one big, two small, and three cats in her arms, rubbed the pillow comfortably, and soon fell asleep listening to the black cat telling them bedtime stories under the quilt...
In the early morning of the next day, Macon, Hermione, Lelia, and Felina lined up, holding the tooth bowl and toothbrush specially prepared by the Grangers for them, brushing their teeth facing the rising sun.
"Did you three not sleep last night?" Hermione turned her head sideways, looking at Macon and the two little girls with sleepy eyes.
"Slept, slept, but it's so comfortable to sleep as a cat."
"Yeah, Lelia also slept really well last night."
Macon yawned, rubbed their heads one by one, and agreed with them very much.
Today's Hogwarts class, Macon only persisted for one class, and turned back into a black cat in the second class, laying down with two little white cats, basking in the sun and sleeping soundly, the whole day In a classroom, few people could resist Professor Binns' hypnotic spell called History of Magic.
During the break between classes, Macon found that Neville had changed a lot. He was no longer obedient. Now Neville has learned to actively communicate with others and share the knowledge he learned in herbal medicine.
"Neville has changed a lot," Harry followed Macon's gaze and found that he was looking at Neville, and said with some sighs, "It's a completely different person from before, and Mrs. Longbottom no longer sends Howler letters. .”
"People are always changing, Harry, and you are always changing," Macon said with a bright smile on his face. "The young wizard at the time is no longer visible."
"At that time, when I first arrived here, there were new things everywhere, which were much more magical than I imagined," Harry recalled when he first arrived at Hogwarts, and he was curious about everything here, "If you use one word to To describe it, it is a dream.”
"Dreams? Dreams are like bubbles, dew is like electricity, don't look at it like this." Macon shook his head, no longer speaking, living in the present and enjoying life is his pursuit in this life.
Harry scratched his head, he couldn't understand what Macon was saying, it was another language.
Hagrid's protection of magical animals class finally no longer focuses on cooking, because there are no magical animals that can be combined with cooking.
Hagrid moved a large box in front of the little wizards, except for Macon and Hermione who was held by him, all the little wizards took a few steps back and whispered something, especially Draco, who covered his hands His mouth and nose moved back a long way.
Draco had lingering fears about this big box. Before that, Hagrid had also moved this kind of box. Inside was a strange creature called a fried-tailed snail. It was bred by Hagrid himself. They had many legs. It was about six inches long and exuded a strong smell of rotten fish and shrimp.
The little wizards who are used to cooking classes are unwilling. If they don’t eat something in the protection of magical animals class, they will really lose too much fun. Among them, Draco is the most unwilling.
I don't know where he learned about a magical oriental dish called snail powder, and he recommended himself to start making it with fried-tailed snails.
When the snail meat was rinsed repeatedly by him and thrown into the pot to make the soup base, the strong stench nearly knocked out all the little wizards, and even Hagrid held his nose and ran away.
After all this is done, it can't be wasted, right?Besides, I, Draco, don't want to lose face?
He pinched his nose, and took a sip of powder with a ferocious face... As you can imagine, it took Madam Pomfrey half a month to cure his anorexia.
"Oh, don't run so far, these are not snails, I have already dealt with them," Hagrid looked at them awkwardly, and when he said this, he couldn't help but feel sorry for the snails destroyed by Olim. Sad, "Come and see, this is a group of cute little guys, you will definitely like it."
Small animals covered in black fluff in the box poked their heads out curiously to look around. Their mouths looked like duckbills, rather long, like echidnas. Their cute appearance immediately attracted the little ones. interest of wizards.