The Occult Warlock of Hogwarts

Crookshanks has been staring at Ron for five minutes, but to be more specific, he was staring at the mouse in the cage that Ron was carrying.

The cat-nives part of his blood brings higher wisdom and some magical abilities, which makes Crookshanks have a different view of the mouse Scabbers - in his eyes, only from some external performances

, it can be seen that Banban is smart enough and is a companion who is qualified to play with him. He is also a high-end pet with wealth and background. Only such a pet is worthy of playing with him, but Crookshanks can’t figure out why Banban is doing this.

Always hiding from yourself? We are all wizards' pets, and we don't follow the Muggle cat-eating-mouse routine.

When Crookshanks had questions, he also asked DeWitt. DeWitt said to it when no one was around: "I'm just afraid of you - what can I do? You go find other animals to play with."

So Crookshanks found a black dog near the castle. This black dog gave him a similar feeling to Scabbers. The satisfaction he couldn't get from Scabbers could only be comforted by the black dog, just like Crookshanks.

Just as expected - the black dog showed wisdom that was in line with intuitive predictions. The dog and the cat played with each other without any fuss, and even cooperated tacitly to rob the remaining bones in the Hogsmeade Tavern.

"I made a friend." Cruiksa said proudly, raising his tail.

"Okay, congratulations." DeWitt said perfunctorily, focusing on Hermione beside him.

Hermione's expression was dazed, her steps were stiff, and fatigue overflowed from her eyes and brows. Even if she was in Hogsmeade for the first time, she would only briefly return to normal when she walked to the door of the store she was interested in.

Lift your spirits a little.

"Crookshanks made a friend," DeWitt wanted to cheer Hermione up. He said, "It's nearby. Do you want to have a look? By the way, where is it?"

"An old house." Crookshanks shook his beard and said expectantly like a child bringing a friend to meet his parents.

"Then it should be the Shrieking Shack," Hermione rubbed her brow and said, "What kind of friend is it?"

DeWitt recounted: "It's a black dog."

It is a thin and old black dog. The hair all over the body is uneven as if it has been chewed by itself. There is a cunning and forbearing color in its eyes. It looks weathered and exhausted, which makes people feel - not like a good dog.

Dog. If Crookshanks is really a child, then from a parent's point of view - I guess I have to say: stay away from wild children.

The door of the Screaming Shack has long been unable to meet the door frame, and is stuck crookedly. A large number of spiders have built webs in the corners, and there is a layer of dust on the ground. Occasionally, mottled light leaks out of nowhere.

Shine in. The traces of time are reflected in the scratches on the door frame and the graffiti on the wall. Everything here has a rotten and dark atmosphere. The air is moist and cold. Only the footprints on the ground can bring some life or make it appear...

It’s even weirder and hard to say.

The Black Dog is in a bedroom in the Shrieking Shack. There is even a large bed in the same style as the Hogwarts dormitory. There are still some curtains hanging on the four pillars beside the bed, like an Eastern funeral.

of white flags.

"It looks so pitiful," Hermione pulled out her wand, startling the black dog lying on the bed, and she explained to the black dog - as if the black dog could understand: "Don't move.

, I'll cast a cleaning spell on you." Seeing the black dog's ribs protruding from hunger, he couldn't bear it and said to DeWitt: "I'll go buy some more food, you wait here, don't let the dog run away.

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Hermione left.

DeWitt asked the black dog: "Where did you come from?"

The black dog didn't speak, so Crookshanks helped explain: "It doesn't seem to be able to speak."

"Can your cat understand dog language?"

"We animals don't communicate only with sounds," Crookshanks said as he walked with his tail erect for fear of rubbing dust on his fur. "We understand."

The black dog's eyes widened. He couldn't believe his guess - was the little wizard in front of him talking to the cat? He was determined to observe again.

"Then please translate for me what silence means?" DeWitt said: "I have never seen an animal that cannot speak - unless it is a mute, but I just heard this dog whining."

"Perhaps you are out of control?" Crookshanks spoke openly.

DeWitt glanced at the black dog with suspicious eyes. The black dog stuck out its tongue, ate and gasped for a few breaths, and its tail dangled behind its butt, making a silly and flattering expression.

"You stay here and don't move around." DeWitt thought it was because the black dog was afraid of strangers. After thinking about it, he planned to leave to paralyze the black dog, so he said to Crookshanks: "I'm going to see when Hermione will come back."
So he turned around.

If there were no eyes behind him at this time, DeWitt would not have been able to see that the black dog's body suddenly began to shake, expand, and deform, and finally turned into a skinny man, and suddenly rushed towards DeWitt.

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Crookshanks was dumbfounded, but he knew the priorities and hissed: "Watch your back!" and then rushed towards the man.

At this critical moment, DeWitt turned around lightly, avoided the man's attack, reached out and grabbed the man's collar, and stopped the man's tendency to grab the ground with his head.

Shanya grabbed the man's back tightly, and his sharp claws penetrated deep into the flesh through the tattered clothes, making the man gasp, but it was not over yet, and the pain was still worse - Dewitt immediately turned his back, and in response

He reached over, put his shoulder on the man's back, bent forward and pushed the man forward, and threw the man up. He threw him around for almost a circle, but in the end the man still couldn't escape the result of landing on his face.

The man was almost thrown to pieces. His bones and muscles were probably spread out like pancakes and he could no longer use his strength. At the same time, he let out meaningless moans in his mouth.

"Well done," DeWitt did not forget to praise Crookshanks: "But now let's get down first - let me take a look at him, take a look...oh!" He squatted down and grabbed the man's curly chin.

With long messy hair, I looked up and saw that familiar face.

Even though the face was skinny, with eyes closed, a bloody nose, and a chipped lip, DeWitt recognized it immediately: "Sirius Black?" He mused: "Anima

Gus? Can't communicate with me? Wait——"

"You said you had similar feelings when you saw that mouse, and I have known Ron for more than two years, and I have never seen that mouse talk or communicate with other animals. Even Neville's toad, I heard it

"That thing is a curse," DeWitt asked Crookshanks: "Do you think there is a possibility that that mouse is also an Animagus?"

Crookshanks was still enjoying DeWitt's praise just now. Although there was not much emotion on his flat face, his chin was already lifted to the sky by the pride in his heart. Now that DeWitt asked, he also

I can't explain clearly, I just said: "Intuition...Mohu, Taimohu, I can't compare it."

At this time, footsteps were heard outside the shack.

"DeWitt?" Hermione shouted outside. She might be a little scared, so she made some noise to embolden her courage: "Where are you? I didn't buy dog ​​food, so I had to get some cat food and...

Oh my god! What's going on!"