The Mysterious Black Cat at Hogwarts

Chapter 127 Goodbye, Dursley

"This backpack, when Albus wrote to me and asked me to make a special backpack for a black cat, it surprised me for a long time." LeMay looked at the backpack in Macon's hand, "Don't blame me for always It’s emotion, I’m older, maybe I like it like this.”

"Mr. Flamel, I like this backpack very much. It helped me a lot when I couldn't become a human. Even now, it is still a good storage item."

"I'm glad you like it. The leather is well maintained. This is done by Perenal himself. I don't have that skill. I always like to leave these to the alchemy circle, but she doesn't agree, but the above The traceless stretching spell is solidified, and the space channel magic transmission array is all my handwriting."

"Macon, why do you want to make dolls? Do you want to give it to your little girlfriend?"

Mr. LeMay stopped, and when he talked about his works, he thought of the purpose of Macon's coming here.

"Mr. LeMay, my goal is to make a simulation doll with a certain amount of intelligence and the ability to handle housework, and even combat capabilities. They will gradually replace some tedious daily routines, and they can also serve as guards."

"Well, it's a good idea, but there are too many things involved in it. First of all, the intelligence involves self-awareness..."

Macon does not want to deceive LeMay. The three extremes of alchemy development are the panacea (universal solvent and panacea), the Philosopher's Stone, and artificial humans. The main purpose of this visit is to learn artificial humans. Since If this road doesn't work, then we can only make a retreat, Mr. LeMay's time is running out...

The old and the young chatted and returned to the small villa. Mrs. LeMay had already prepared lunch. The table was full of French dishes, such as baked escargots, red wine chicken, St. Jacques scallops, grilled Camembert cheese, white wine mussels, Dry fried sole, baked beef with mashed potatoes, apple black blood sausage, and the essential foie gras.

"Honey, these dishes are too many, there are only four of us."

"It's rare to have a guest at home, what's the matter with cooking more dishes? Come on, children, drink some champagne, this is my favorite apple champagne."

Madame Flamel brought two bottles of champagne, and Macon took them, uncapped them, and poured them.

"Why do I feel that today's dishes are more delicious than before?"

Mr. Flamel chewed a piece of foie gras and asked his wife.

"Well, I also think the taste is good this time, maybe it's because I'm in a good mood today."

Mrs. Flamel looked at Hermione and Macon happily. The more people in the family, the more lively it was.

The reason why they feel that the taste of the food is more delicious is because Macon's ability has been nourishing their bodies, and the degraded sense of taste has become sensitive again, and this is not for a long time.

The potion made with the Philosopher's Stone could not give them eternal life in the true sense. From the information fed back from spirituality, Macon could clearly feel that their bodies could not last long. Everyone had their own ideas, and they had already When he was ready, he no longer thought about these problems, it was more important to fill his stomach first.

Macon desperately stuffed food into his mouth. Although Hogwarts food was rich, it was English food after all, so it was not as delicious.

Hermione was similar to him, both of them had stuffed mouths, much to the delight of the Flamels.

After lunch, Hermione turned into a white cat and sat on the rocking chair with Mrs. Flamel, basking in the sun for a lunch break. Macon and Mr. Flamel returned to the alchemy workshop again.

Mr. Flamel found a lot of books for him, such as Introduction to Alchemy, Primary Application of Alchemy Formation, Encyclopedia of Magic Transmission Materials, etc., so that he can learn the basics of alchemy first.

Macon and Hermione lived here at Le May. Compared with the peaceful life here, the wizarding world is much more chaotic.

Cornelius Fudge left quietly from Azkaban with a few Aurors. In the room where Pettigrew was interrogated, the Aurors put down a sack and opened it.

A dirty woman was dragged out by them and tied to a chair. Her hair was like dead grass, curving and falling down, thick eye shadow, and black lips.

If Sirius was here, he would have recognized this person at a glance. She was Bellatrix Lestrange, Sirius' cousin, the brutal, sadistic Death Eater. .

Fudge squatted down close to her, his hands pressed her knees, a gray-white granulation emerged from the corner of the eye, the granulation turned around, like a spring, and shot into the ear canal of the other party.

The unconscious Bellatrix opened her eyes, and her eyes were rolled upwards desperately. She was shaking violently, and the Aurors around caught up and pressed her on the chair, gagging her mouth, Bellatrix Ricks could only whine unconsciously.

After a while, Fudge stood up, the gray-white granulation twisted and slowly retracted into the corner of his eyes.

"Hufflepuff Cup...Gringotts...Lestrange Vault."

The Aurors stepped forward and untied Bellatrix Lestrange, and when she awoke she was as calm and silent as the Aurors.

what!what!what!

In front of the Dursley's house, Harry was naked to the waist, and quickly swung the sharp sword in his hand, cutting off one wooden post after another.

"Enough! Harry, stop your noise, if this continues, you won't even have dinner today!"

His uncle Dursley was shouting and venting his displeasure at home.

But Harry ignored him, continued to swing the sword, and refused to eat at night, because it was just a baked potato, and a dog couldn't get enough of it anyway!

But within a few swings of the sword, his stomach let out a groan, for a week!He really couldn't wait for Sirius to pick him up, and today was only the third day, and he felt that if he waited any longer, he might starve to death.

Holding the sword, he quickly ran back to his uncle's house. The shining long sword, coupled with his menacing appearance, made the whole family shrink together in fright.

Deng!Deng!Deng!

Harry quickly ran upstairs. His luggage was very simple, a few changes of clothes, summer homework, and Hedwig and his wand.

Bang!

There was a loud bang, and on Harry's bedroom window, the two layers of railing covered by Vernon Dursley's suit fell.

"Harry! You're running away from home again! I don't think you'll be able to go to Hogsmeade next term! I won't sign it!"

Vernon rushed out of the house and watched Harry jump from the second floor. He pointed at Harry and roared angrily.

"Shut up! I'm sorry to tell you that I have another guardian, which means that I don't need you to sign, and I can still go to Hogsmeade!"

"What? Your guardian is only your aunt, there is no other person! Are you hungry? Go back immediately, I don't mind adding another baked potato to you tonight!"

When Vernon heard Harry's words, he dismissed them. As long as Harry was not an adult, he would not be able to escape from his grasp.

"His name is Sirius Black! He is my godfather. He just escaped from Azkaban, the most terrifying prison in the wizarding world. He killed two whole streets. Shall I call him now? "

After Harry finished speaking, he turned around and left. His words caused the Dursleys to sit on the ground stunned, blowing up two streets?Escaped from prison?

"Come on! Come on! We're moving! Get out of here!"

They screamed and ran to pack their bags, this home can't stay, they want to get out of here!Get out of this country!

Harry raised his wand and summoned the Knight Bus, paid for it, and hurried to the Weasleys' house.

"Oh, eat slowly, eat slowly, boy, how can they do this!"

Mrs. Weasley looked at Harry who was wolfing down, and wiped her tears in distress. He had never heard of a wizard who ate a baked potato for a meal, and even wandering wizards ate better than this.

"Mom, let him eat well."

Ginny brought him a glass of fruit juice in case Harry would choke, her mother had been nagging for a long time.

"Thank you, Ginny." Harry took the glass of juice and drank it down. "I really don't want to stay there any longer, Aunt Molly!"

"Oh, okay, you can stay here for as long as you want!"

Mrs. Weasley was overjoyed by Harry's sweet call of Aunt Molly, and immediately promised it.

"I'm only staying for a few days. Sirius will come to pick me up. He said it will take a week and he will prepare the house."

"Sirius? Well, well." Mrs. Weasley didn't say much, it wasn't a good memory, "I'll make you something to eat, your appetite is the same as Ron's, You are all so, so strong."

Harry watched her leave with a smile, and then continued eating. After pawing twice, he found Ginny lying on the table with her chin in her hands, staring at him.