In the early ten years of magic, Amosta had never encountered such an insurmountable obstacle. More than a month of research that had made no progress even made him doubt his own magic talent!
Focusing once again on the pile of manuscripts that he had memorized, Amosta sighed deeply, with a hint of helplessness in his sigh.
If it was just an ordinary black magic, and there had been no breakthrough after researching it to this point, Amosta might have given up, but this black magic was different. Ever since he figured out the contents recorded in the manuscript, he learned that it could be used in a certain way. When a cursed soul could be inserted into another person's soul in a miraculous and irresistible way, Amosta knew he had to master this magic.
The stern protest from his hungry stomach told Amosta that he urgently needed to eat and rest. He stood silently in the kitchen for a while, and after dispelling the lingering sense of decadence in his heart, he started to deal with the mucus and blood stains on the stone table. .
A dizzying Milky Way burst out from the tip of the trembling staff. Amosta once again used illusion magic to restore the house to what it looked like when no one was around. He scratched his itchy hair and looked around to make sure that no one was left behind. After laying some flaws, he prepared to return to the village, but as he was taking steps, the sound coming from outside the house made Amosta's eyes suddenly freeze.
"come out!"
After a shout, Amosta suddenly stretched out his right hand towards the door. The uncontrollable body of a frightened little guy who screamed repeatedly left an afterimage in the air and fell into Amosta's hand... .
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The Shrieking Shack is located in the northeast of the high-slope foothills. The ground here has lost the protection of vegetation. Stones of various sizes and strange shapes are scattered on both sides of a winding and steep path. This path leads from Hogsmeade Village. Stretching out from the main road, it crosses several large vegetable gardens and several cabins in the wilderness. The end of the path is a rocky mountain with rugged rocks.
Under a rock wall with its back to the moonlight, a ginger cat looked around vigilantly. After confirming that there was no living creature, it quickly jumped onto a stone and disappeared into the dark shadows.
Zhizhi!
The cool, dry cave was almost completely bathed in deep darkness. Crookshanks looked around, and after whimpering a few times, he opened his mouth.
The fat mouse fell straight to the ground and did not move for a long time. He was not pretending to be dead, but he finally realized that he was lucky enough not to be killed by the cat. It was not until more than ten seconds later that the mouse realized it and let out a cheer. With a squeaking sound, it spread out its limbs and burrowed desperately into the nearest rock crevice.
call--
A gust of evil wind appeared out of nowhere, and a huge figure suddenly jumped down from a high stone platform protruding from the rock wall. It easily used its front paws to hold down the fat mouse that was about to escape without any hesitation. , opened his fishy mouth and swallowed it in one gulp.
Coo, coo, coo--
The sound of sharp canine teeth chewing bone residue and blood dripping was extremely clear in this silent cave. Crookshanks prostrated on the ground, squinting his eyes and facing the feasting beast with his weird persimmon face, stretched out his hands contentedly. He took out his tongue and licked the cat's paw.
It was a large dog that was so thin that one could clearly see how many ribs it had. It was basically the same size as a young black bear. Its black fur was covered with stains that were difficult to clean. When it was licking the flesh and blood on the ground , in addition to desire, there is also a very human madness flashing in the gray eyes!
Woohoo--
The big dog, which could no longer absorb a trace of the smell of blood, stuck out its tongue and whimpered at Crookshanks to express its gratitude.
The night was dark, and the full moon with a missing corner crawled toward the top of the head like a millstone. The gradually cold mountain wind made the black dog squatting on the big rocks curl up, and its sad whimpering revealed a heart-stopping loneliness.
From the outside, the Shrieking Shack on another peak looked as dark and eerie as usual, but Black Dog knew that the house was not empty. There was a madman obsessed with magic research occupying the house day and night. Cutting off his safest and most reliable path back to Hogwarts.
Meow---
Crookshanks barked lazily twice and gave his advice.
After hesitating for a moment, the big black dog shook his head and rejected the suggestion.
It is not safe to take a detour from the Forbidden Forest. There are a lot of intelligent magical animals living there. These animals are Hagrid's eyes and ears. If you enter the school from there, the possibility of being exposed will be very high. Apart from this method, In addition, the big black dog also knows some unknown secret passages that can sneak into the school, but the entrances to those secret passages are basically in the village. Now the village is full of patrolling Aurors, and the dementors are also stunned. It is on standby at any time not far away. If it is desperate, it does not want to take this risk.
Taking the man home to rest, he sneaked in...
Crookshanks stared at the Shrieking Shack with a thoughtful expression, and after a while, gave another suggestion.
The man in the house is the teacher of Harry and his friends, and he is a very powerful wizard.... Because there is no way to communicate without barriers, the big black dog can only get this information from Crookshanks.
Woo--
After a long silence, the big black dog once again rejected Crookshanks' proposal.
A powerful wizard conducts unknown magic experiments in a secret location... It is conceivable that there must be many taboos in this experiment, and this means that there is a high probability that the current Screaming Shack will be Set up some traps or warning spells. I don’t have a wand in my hand now, so there is no way to guarantee that these spells will not be triggered.
The big black dog kept whimpering and struggled to express his thoughts to Crookshanks.
Steal that fake mouse out of the school--
This was Crookshanks' third suggestion.
This method has some feasibility, but the big black dog does not have high expectations. It knows how cunning and cowardly the despicable traitor is. Although Crookshanks is very smart, it is unlikely that he will He could deal with that guy, especially since the traitor was disguised as a little wizard's pet.
No matter what, this is after all the most difficult to expose and worth trying plan at present. Crookshanks stood up after receiving the approval, and his persimmon face, like one that had been run over by a wheel, became less gloomy. He faced the screaming There were a few soft calls from the direction of the shack.
I wanted to take a look at what the wizard in the house was doing, and whether there were any traps in the test?
The big black dog hesitated again. It was not particularly curious about what the wizard was hiding in the house, but if Crookshanks could help confirm whether there were any traps in the Shrieking Shack... that wizard was Harry's. The teacher of a female friend, and he has seen Crookshanks before, so if he really finds Crookshanks, there shouldn't be much danger...
Meow--
Before the big black dog could figure out whether it was worth the risk, Crookshanks, who couldn't bear his temper, had already stood up and ran towards the green slope. The big black dog squatted on the rocks and watched the speed. Crookshanks was walking away, with intense worry in his gray eyes.
This very smart big yellow cat has given him a lot of help during this period and is already considered his friend. At this moment when thousands of horses are silent, if he loses Crookshanks' help again, then revenge may be It gets tougher.
After hesitating for a short while, the determined big black dog howled loudly, bathed in the bright moonlight, and ran towards the screaming shed!
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"Who are you---"
In the foyer of the Shrieking Shack, Amosta squinted at the big ginger cat, which was about the same size as a young tiger, struggling fiercely in his hand. His expression looked a little strange.
"If I remember correctly... you are Hermione's pet, the cat named Crookshanks. By the way, what are you doing here?"
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