Everything in the room had been shrouded in illusionary magic, except for a candlestick that was about to peel off the wall still emitting a dim but steady candlelight, and Amostati slipped through the fur on the back of Crookshan's neck, fearing that his handsome appearance would be ruined by the sharp claws of the big cat.

"Why don't you stay with Hermione, what are you doing here, Crookshanks?"

Amosta asked, frowning in confusion.

When he heard the sorcerer with whom he had a relationship with him call out the names of himself and his master, Crookshank calmed down a little, turned his head to look at the dilapidated room a few times, and then, facing Amosta, tried to make an innocent appearance.

Meow Meow --

Crookshan raised one of his front paws and struck Amosta twice.

"You're asking me what I'm doing here?" Amosta raised his brow, surprised at the cleverness of the big yellow cat, and after a short groan, he placed Crook Hill on the ground, shrugged his shoulders and said,

"I need a quiet place to study my magic, as you can see, little one, it's remote and no one bother... By the way, you haven't answered my question yet? ”

Crookshan looked away, cocked his nose and sniffed around, and then, rushing into the kitchen, he jumped onto the kitchen with a nimble movement, and meowed at an empty place.

"Sharp little one--"

Amosta smiled, snapped his fingers, and the space faded like an old newspaper encroached upon by the embers, revealing a large wooden cage holding several large rats.

"So--"

Amosta walked into the kitchen again, and he amusedly watched as his two front paws lay on the cage, and from time to time he turned his head and meowed anxiously at Crookshan,

"You smell rats, so, come and find something to eat? ..., could it be that you have wiped out all the rats at Hogwarts, and Ron's rat called Spotted has also fallen into your stomach? ”

Crookshan blinked, lowering his head away from Amosta's gaze.

"Well, I don't have much stock, but I can't let you run for nothing--"

Amosta grunted as he reached into the cage and picked out the fattest vole, stuffed it into the mouth of Crookshan, the reading pavilion

"Alright, that's it, I have to go back to rest, and you can hurry back to school for me."

Crookshank jumped off the kitchen table, but instead of leaving immediately, it still pointed to the wooden cage, and after a few reluctant whimpering whimpering, ran to Amosta's feet and rubbed his head against his ankle.

Amused by such a funny performance, Amosta crouched down, gently rubbed the fluffy yellow hair of Crook Hill, and quipped,

"Do you think of me as a cafeteria, little one?"

Crookshank didn't say anything, just looked at Amosta with longing and pleading eyes.

Amosta scratched his hair, pursed his lips and thought about it, he stuffed the wooden prison in the kitchen into the dishes, lowered his head and smiled at Crookshan,

"Well, the cage is here, if you really can't find something to eat, you can come and hang out here..., but I suggest you better come while I'm here, the vigilance spell on all sides of the house will work when I leave, and any living creatures coming in and out of here will alert me."

Meow--

Crookshan's eyes flickered, and he nodded under Amosta's gaze.

What a smart cat!

Amosta was once again amazed by the cleverness of Crookshan, he just mentioned it casually, not expecting a cat to understand what he meant, but he didn't expect this cat to really understand.

"That's right--"

Amosta, who had thought of something, suddenly commanded in a condensed voice,

"Don't seduce Hermione and those adventurous little wizards into going on an adventure--"

Waving his wand to seal the door, the oncoming mountain breeze and the dazzling starlight lifted his spirits a lot, he rubbed his sour eyes, and suddenly, a faint feeling of peeping came to his heart,

"Who?"

Amosta stared somewhere down the slope, his eyes furrowed, and he asked sharply.

Under the clear moonlight, a black wild dog the size of a black bear suddenly sprang out from behind a dirt bag on the bulging ground half a mile away, and after realizing that he had been discovered, without any hesitation, the big black dog turned around and ran wildly, the speed was comparable to that of a cheetah.

At the same time, Crookshan, who had been meek in Amosta's arms, suddenly jumped to the ground, his yellow hair exploded, and he grinned at Amosta with a fierce attitude, making a killing motion.

Amosta scratched her hair that suddenly itched and looked at Crook Hill strangely,

"You've made a good friend?"

Crookshan's limbs clasped to the ground, without any wavering, stood firmly in front of Amosta.

Amosta shook his head and smiled, and turned to walk in the direction of the other village, but after a few steps, he suddenly stopped, and looked in disbelief in the direction of the big black dog's escape.

"--Did I run into an ominous encounter?!"

................

More than a month later, Blake's escape from the Ministry of Magic and the prediction that the savior Harry Potter might die have lost their market at Hogwarts, and only Malfoy, who is still wandering around the castle in bandages all day long, reminds the young wizards of Hagrid's terrible lesson in the protection of magical creatures in the first week of school, but the topic is quickly losing heat with the upcoming first Quidditch match of the new school year.

Tonight was a clear night, and under the supervision of Mrs. Hodge, the Gryffindor team practiced until nearly ten o'clock, and then dragged their exhausted bodies back to the castle.

As expected, the Gryffindor Lounge was still buzzing at this time, full of chirping discussions.

"Can someone tell me what's going on?"

As the weather cooled, and the fireplace in the common room was buzzing with warm flames again, Harry asked curiously as he walked over to Hermione and Ron, who were lying on the wooden table next to the fireplace, completing their astronomy lessons.

A minute later, Harry, who had been overjoyed by the very good results of his training, collapsed in his chair, his face dull.

Going to Hogsmeade for the weekend..., this kind of fun thing obviously had nothing to do with him until Black was captured.

Harry drooped his eyelids as he looked at the flickering flames, thinking wistfully.

"Now that the Ministry of Magic has already discovered Blake," Hermione said, pursing her lips as she saw through Harry's thoughts, "then it's not long before he's caught, Harry, and I dare say you'll be able to come with us next time." ”

"Next time, we'll have to wait until the Year of the Monkey--" Ron glared at Hermione disnoughtly, "By my say, Harry, you should go to McGonagall and ask her, she can't just leave you in the castle as a third-year, can she, and besides, if Van Black still has a little brain, he can't go to Hogsmeade and act rashly." ”

"Have you forgotten Professor Lupin's words, Ron?"

Hermione said solemnly,

"Black is evil, but the fact that he was able to escape from Azkaban proves that he is a very cunning dark wizard... He's going to pick a moment we all thought was impossible to do at Harry! ”

Harry hesitated, because there was some truth in what Ron and Hermione had said, and he wasn't sure who to listen to, if it was a second year, Harry thought he would most likely listen to Ron's advice, but some of the things he had experienced in those days had changed him a little, and Harry had to admit that Professor Bryan's advice at the end of the summer and Professor Lupin's previous warnings still made him a little in awe.

By the way, Professor Blaine --

Harry blinked, his expression suddenly relaxed, Professor Bryan had told him that he would stay in Hogsmeade until Black didn't catch him...

Hogwarts is safe not because of the Dementors and the ancient magic, but because Professor Dumbledore is here, so in the same way, there must be nothing bad about Hogsmeade with Professor Bryne!



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