How to break into a ring

In order to prevent Fay from changing his words and saying that the poor cat was a walnut and squeezing it in the crack of the door, Hagrid could only find a cage, and asked Dumbledore worriedly: "Is there really no need to go to St. Mungo's? "

Hagrid heard that it was Fay and the group of hippogriffs who saved Harry, so despite Fay's strange behavior, he still had a good impression of Fay, and he felt that Fay's situation seemed to be under a spell of nonsense. , or drank some terrible potion.

"Don't worry..." the white wizard said slowly.

He turned his gaze to the black cat with its head drooping.

If he hadn't witnessed the accident on the Black Lake with his own eyes, Professor McGonagall would have stopped such an obvious act of cruelty to animals. As for now——except for Hagrid, everyone knew that it was not a cat at all. with a terrifyingly powerful soul.

It's not the point!

When Fay was washed ashore by the lake, he said something angrily.

Everyone has heard it, but no one can understand it. In addition, Fay has black hair, red eyes, and a particularly outstanding appearance. It is difficult for the professors who have seen Voldemort in his student days to think about it or not!

If it wasn't for sure that the sentence was not Parseltongue, the professors would directly point their wands at Fay.

Dumbledore was also surprised.

The short conversation in the Department of Mysteries made him feel that the cat was very dangerous. It would be a disaster if paranoia and stubbornness appeared on a powerful person. The more powerful a person was, the less he could bear failure.

In fact, Hogwarts does not need a name, and can temporarily open the ancient defensive magic circle to let some people pass, otherwise how will the Triwizard Tournament be held?

The name is magical. Dumbledore knew that the cat was called Gothor and the soul in the resurrection stone was called Fay, but in fact he did not use the power of the headmaster to pass these two names through the magic contract.As a result, Fay went in smoothly with the cat in his arms, but a group of hippogriffs circled the door and needed the magic circle to let it go temporarily.

The essence of a curse is magic power. What kind of magical creature is immune to all magic power?

Maybe... not a magical creature?

After the White Wizard returned to the castle, he sat in the headmaster's office all night. He leaned back in an armchair, with a blank picture frame on the table, and the only sound in the room was the slight sound of silverware being turned.

When the sun shone through the window, the dusty Sorting Hat twisted its body on the wooden stand, and happily began to say hello: "Yesterday's trip was not bad, Albus, I haven't been out for a long time!"

The phoenix flapped its wings, ignored the Sorting Hat, and flew through the open window to enjoy the fresh morning air of the Forbidden Forest.

"You look awful, Albus, and I bet you've got an extra wrinkle on your forehead."

"I need a suggestion, Mr. Hat." The white wizard stood up and put the sorting hat on his head again.

His hands and fingers are crossed into a pagoda shape, supported on a pile of parchment documents, and the portrait of the headmaster on the wall is yawning and stretching, looking at this side curiously, but the communication with the Sorting Hat can be carried out directly in the brain, so The portraits don't know what Dumbledore said either.

The brim of the shriveled hat was cracked, and a strange exclamation came out:

"Yes, they are powerful, I mean magic..."

Then the tip of the hat was half bent, as if wiping the corners of his mouth with his fingers, and said jokingly: "Yes, they are like wizards who have never entered Hogwarts, they never control their own power, when their emotions change The magic restlessness is very obvious. If they were human beings, they should have entered St. Mungo's long ago... Medieval witch hunts, this is the case in many cases, little wizards in the Muggle world don't know how to control power, before they are killed, if The magic power grows to a certain level with age, and they will accidentally kill themselves... Albus?"

The white wizard's hands trembled a little, but he quickly returned to normal.

The Sorting Hat let out an incomprehensible grunt, and said in an exaggerated tone: "No, no, who knows what...love is better than Mr. Hat, who is as old as a castle?"

The portraits on the wall laughed out of shame.

There was another eye-like thing on the dirty hat, and the Sorting Hat squinted at the whispering portrait, grunting dissatisfiedly: "There is no doubt that it is the cat, yes! You only need to worry about the other cat. People...he can control the will of two people, I can feel it."

"It seems so," Dumbledore said to himself.

The cat was thrown into the owl cage by its neck, and it didn't even resist. It just put its paws in the gap of the iron bars, its wet hair sticking together looked very embarrassed, and it just lay there and pretended to be dead.

No matter how serious the contradiction is, it will not give up dignity.

——Principal, you must not understand. In fact, Sauron just didn't want Melkor to destroy his most important piece of clothing in anger. Who would fight... No, who would be foolishly dressed in good clothes and get beaten up?

Just imagine that the gods of the War of Wrath brazenly opened the dark fortress of Angband, grabbed Melkor and beat him up. If Melkor wore the wrong clothes, when it was Fay's turn to appear in Middle-earth, he would probably be chased directly as a half-orc. killed.

As a magic item, the Sorting Hat's greatest ability is to see the strongest thoughts in other people's minds, unless the other party knows Occlumency.

However, this process usually requires the hat to be put on the head.

Because the ability of little wizards is limited, if they meet someone with powerful magic and no concealment, the Sorting Hat can easily get the information, although it is usually just a vague word.

Bravery can be seen in the eyes of Gryffindor, the desire for the unknown is usually in the eyes of Ravenclaw, the yearning for tranquility in Hufflepuff, and ambition and desire for power in Slytherin.

"Oh...it's very complicated, but it's also very simple." The Sorting Hat said happily, "I can even see the blurred images clearly."

The white wizard pushed the brim of his hat, as if thinking.

The Sorting Hat refused to tell Dumbledore the news he thought was interesting, it opened its mouth and smiled exaggeratedly: "The cat was thinking of a flame, with a golden edge in the middle and a black edge... It looks like a normal cat. A fireplace scene that cats would love."

The portraits on the wall had been exchanging the latest Hogsmeade gossip for the night, and a gray-bearded old wizard pressed, "And Fay?"

"Oh, he wants a house."

"..."

At this time, there was a knock on the door in one of the portraits, Dumbledore stood up immediately, and all the portraits stopped talking.The wise-looking wizard in the painting opened the door and disappeared into the frame.

At the other end of the painting is the office of the head of Slytherin.

The headmaster from Slytherin came back soon, with a serious expression:

"The mysterious man's urgent call to the Death Eaters, Snape didn't leave any further news. Albus, it seems that you can only wait for him to come back."

Voldemort was clearly not out of his mind. He knew that summoning his servants at Hogwarts in the middle of the night last night would arouse Dumbledore's suspicions, but he only endured it until early morning. Hogsmeade's failure undoubtedly made the Dark Lord furious.

——Before the war started, many unforeseen troubles had already occurred.

Dumbledore once thought that the Horcrux was the most difficult problem to solve, but the series of changes triggered by the resurrection stone were beyond imagination.The Ministry of Magic, the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix... no one knew what that would mean.

The mood was so heavy this morning that even the house-elves were banging against the wall in the kitchen as the treacle biscuits and pumpkin juice they had delivered to the Headmaster's office were sent back to the kitchen untouched.

Fox's early morning walks and flights were not pleasant either, as he encountered many hippogriffs fighting his way.

When the hands of the clock crossed the Roman numeral seven, the flames in the fireplace turned green, and Professor Snape, who was dressed in black, strode out and cleaned himself up.

"Good morning, Severus. Seeing that you are in good spirits, I feel that the gloom of this morning has melted away like sugar water." The white wizard looked at the potion professor carefully, and then summoned a cup of honey poured with a little ease. Sugar pudding.

Snape looked at the direction of the Black Lake outside the window, his face was terribly gloomy, he walked up to Dumbledore, put his hands on the table, and almost couldn't contain the anger in his tone: "I assume you don't know the love potion How dangerous is the cat in the bath? It killed six wizards in Knockturn Alley... Silent spells! Apparently it can't say the Unforgivables in the language of cats, and it's interested in dark magic items, walked into the Bo Kimbok."

"Severus, I thought everyone knew that it wasn't a cat."

"A cat that can't be killed by a Death Curse?"

Snape found that Dumbledore didn't show any surprise, and his mood was even worse: "You already knew about this?"

"There have been such speculations." Dumbledore replied.

Even Hogwarts' defensive magic circle couldn't stop it. Obviously, the cat, like Fay, was not afraid of spells.But substituting last night's scene in Hogsmeade for a cat crouching among colored balls floating in mid-air, it's a funny sight.

"It's not what you think!" Snape raised his voice angrily, and he said simply and hastily, "Bella, and at least ten Death Eaters, tried to kill the cat, but the light of the spell hit On it, it can only illuminate like a Muggle street lamp! What kind of magical creature has this ability, I would rather believe that it is an owl than a phoenix—that is the only one who is not afraid of the search. A magical creature with a spell of fate."

"It's obviously impossible. Even Fawkes would be nirvana after being hit by the Death Curse." Dumbledore seemed completely unable to hear Snape's sarcasm. He asked calmly, "Voldemort wants to catch this cat?"

This sentence successfully cut off what Snape was going to say later.

"Fay killed Lancetredge by mistake, and he couldn't hide from Voldemort that he brought a black cat into Hogwarts...you told him?"

"I'm glad you haven't forgotten Hogsmeade's many eyes!" said Snape impatiently.

"Then he must think that what happened last night is still the reason for the cat... Fay is just a lucky wizard who got a magical creature." The white wizard said to himself.

"Sometimes I think you and the mysterious person are suitable for an afternoon tea party." The Potions Professor sarcastically.

Invitation to afternoon tea is very important in the UK, and it is often a pleasant gathering of people who share a common view on an issue.

"Death Eaters still have a non-negligible influence on certain departments of the Ministry of Magic. It seems that the Ministry of Magic will be here soon. They have many reasons for Fay to leave Hogwarts, but I think it is difficult for them Get that cat away from Fay..."

Dumbledore said relaxedly to Snape, "Don't worry, it's not that bad."

"I hope so." The words were literally gritted between teeth, and Snape walked towards the door without looking back.

"Oh, yes, I forgot to tell you. Harry is already at the Burrow, and he is safe and in no danger."

Snape's hand to open the door stopped for a second, and then closed it with a loud "bang".

The white wizard said to the sorting hat on his head:

"You're right, sometimes problems are less difficult than they seem."