Primordial Warlock of Hogwarts

Chapter 164 Man and Beast

Crookshanks had been staring at Ron for five minutes, but more specifically, he was staring at the rat 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?Everyone is a wizard's pet, and we don't follow the Muggle mentality of cats eating mice.

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? 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 he thought - the black dog showed wisdom that was in line with intuitive predictions. The dog and the cat played with each other without any difficulty, even in robbing the remaining bones in the Hogsmeade Tavern, they cooperated tacitly.

"I made a friend." Crooksha 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. A little pick-me-up.

"Crookshanks made a friend," DeWitt said, trying to cheer Hermione up: "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 said, rubbing her brows, "What kind of friend is that?"

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

It was a thin and old black dog, its fur was uneven as if it had been chewed by itself, and its eyes shone with cunning and forbearance. It looked weather-beaten and exhausted, which made people feel - not like a good dog. dog.If Crookshanks is really a child, then from a parent's point of view - I guess one thing to say: stay away from wild children.

The door to the Shrieking Shack had long since failed to fit into the frame and was stuck crookedly.A large number of spiders have built webs in the corners of the wall, and there is a layer of dust on the ground. Occasionally, mottled light shines in from unknown holes.The traces of time are reflected in the carvings on the door frames and the graffiti on the walls. Everything here smells of decay and darkness. The air is moist and cold. Only the footprints on the ground can bring some life, or make it look weirder. 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 on it, hanging on the four pillars beside the bed, like an Eastern funeral. white flags.

"It looks very pitiful," Hermione pulled out her wand, startling the black dog lying on the bed. 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 anymore and said to DeWitt: "I'll buy some more food. You wait here, don't let the dog run away. .”

Hermione left.

DeWitt asked Black Dog, "Where did you come from?"

The black dog didn't speak, so Crookshanks helped explain: "It doesn't seem like it can speak."

"Can your cat understand dog language?"

"We animals don't communicate only with sounds," Crookshanks said as he walked with his tail erect to avoid 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 decided to take another look.

"Then you can 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'll go 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.

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, and reached out to grab the man's collar. After stopping the man's tendency to grab the ground with his head, Crook Shanya grabbed the man's back, and his sharp claws penetrated into the flesh through the tattered clothes, making the man gasp, but it wasn't 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 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 come down first - let me take a look at him, take a look...oh!" He squatted down and grabbed the man's curly chin. His long hair was messy, and when he raised it up he saw that familiar face.

Although the face was skinny and skinny, the eyes were closed, the nose was bleeding, and the lips were chipped, 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 "Is there a possibility that that rat is an Animagus?" DeWitt asked Crookshanks.

Crookshanks was still enjoying DeWitt's praise just now. Although there was not much emotion on his flat face, his chin had been lifted to the sky by the pride in his heart. Now that DeWitt asked, he also I couldn'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 encourage her: "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!”