Chapter 357 Staying Away From Transformation Will Lead to Misfortune

The originally plump green leaves turned yellow and shriveled in the blink of an eye, falling weakly from the branches and falling lightly into the snowdrifts, making no sound.

Voldemort's parasitic body became plumper, and the pudgy middle-aged man's skin became plump, with a lot of blood added to his cheeks, and his skin color was no longer the cold white of the dead.

Bellatrix Lestrange lowered her head and caught a glimpse of the snake tree leaves falling into the snowdrift. She couldn't help but think of the origin of this snake tree.

Salazar Slytherin's wand was made by himself, made of mysterious snakewood and with a core of basilisk horn.

The legendary wand can enter a dormant state after receiving special instructions. This was set by Slytherin when making the wand. After Slytherin's death, the wand was passed on to his children. By the early 17th century, it had become an heirloom of the Gaunt family.

In 1620, the Gaunt family's niece Isolt Thayer stole the wand from her aunt Gormley Gaunt and took the Mayflower to the Ilvermorny School of Witchcraft and Wizardry established here.

Soon after, Gormlaith discovered Isolt's whereabouts and came to America to kill her... Although Gormlaith failed, the snakewood wand entered a dormant state under Gormlaith's Parseltongue command.

Because Iseult could not speak Parseltongue, she was unable to restore the wand's function... so she and her husband, James Stewart, buried the wand in the ground outside the school.

A year later, some unknown snakewood grew where the wand was buried and could not be cut down or destroyed. Later, it was discovered that the leaves of this tree had powerful medicinal properties.

Several centuries later, the Dark Lord, a descendant of Slytherin, came here and received a gift of snakewood... It is hard not to believe that all this was arranged by the great Slytherin. result.

Thinking of this, Bellatrix became even more fanatical and pious. She buried her head in the snow and repented devoutly: "Please punish me, the great Dark Lord, for losing your golden cup. "

Voldemort's expression darkened, and he stopped clearing the snow from the snake tree. Peter Pettigrew's small eyes were replaced by cold vertical pupils, like poisonous snakes, now radiating a terrifying gaze.

"Diary, crown, golden cup..." Voldemort murmured in a low voice. Only he and Snakewood could hear his voice, which quickly dissipated in the cold wind. He looked back at the loyal servant and said softly, "No It’s your fault, I already expected this result when I asked you to retrieve the gold cup.”

"Master..." Bellatrix was a little shocked.

"On the contrary, you brought me good news..." Voldemort smiled sinisterly, "You made me sure that in Hogwarts Castle, there is the greatest wizard in the wizarding world today. , there is also an outstanding Potions Professor who is loyal to me beside Headmaster Albus Dumbledore."

"You mean Snape..." Bellatrix was confused, "I thought Hufflepuff's Gold Cup was more important..."

"The Gold Cup is of course important, but our friend can play an even more unexpected role..." Voldemort's voice weakened, as if he was thinking about something. After he came to his senses, he did not continue the topic, but ordered, "Go get some galleons, exchange them for food and clothing and send them to the werewolf community..."

He chuckled softly: "The weather is already very cold. Those guys are probably shivering in the basement, huddle together to keep warm."

"Follow your orders..." Bellatrix said in response. After getting up, she did not leave immediately. After hesitating for a few seconds, she couldn't help but ask, "Why should we rescue those guys? They have already eaten them." A little less than half of the galleons offered by Malfoy...

And they are becoming more and more numerous, and if this continues we will run out of Galleons next summer. "

Voldemort slowly raised his head and looked into the distance, and said unhurriedly: "Do you know about the Inferi?"

Bellatrix was stunned for a moment: "Inferi?"

The wind and snow on Mount Greylock are howling non-stop, and the gloomy fog has gradually become thicker in the past few days, but the golden sun still penetrates the thick clouds and fog, dyeing the top of the mountain with a brilliant golden color.

…

The long eyelashes trembled slightly.

The crystal eyes blinked open, and the confused brown eyes gradually found focus and became awake.

When Hermione woke up, she didn't get up immediately. Instead, she sorted out some of the messy thoughts she had before going to bed last night, about the house elf Hao Qi, about Voldemort's Horcruxes...

There were sporadic footsteps outside the bedroom, as well as the voices of mom and dad. They seemed to be discussing in low voices what movie they were going to watch today.

Hermione sniffed slightly and could smell some bread and milk.

She stood up slowly, washed up, went downstairs, came to the dining table, and greeted the two of them in a lazy tone: "Good morning, mom and dad..."

"Good morning, dear!" Wendell responded loudly to her, the voice loud enough to shake away the girl's remaining sleepiness, "Miss Hermione Granger, I have something to solemnly inform you!"

Hermione sat on the stool, took the bread from Monica, and looked at her father helplessly: "What's going on?"

"Your mother and I decided to go to the movies...and have a one-day date with each other. You stay at home."

"Have you two been dating for a long time?" Hermione glanced at Monica and imitated Loren, pretending to be sad and pitiful, "Mom, are you going to abandon me too?"

Monica rolled her eyes at her and didn't bother to answer.

My daughter is cheerful, but she tends to be overly cheerful.

…

After breakfast and sending her parents, who were a little fancy-dressed, out the door, Hermione returned to the bedroom, picked up her wand and waved it.

boom--

As the air exploded, the girl's figure disappeared.

The layout of Loren's house is the same as that of Granger's. Loren's bedroom is also very similar to Hermione's. There are several handmade paintings that Hermione made when she was a child hanging on the wall. The desk is next to the window, and there are A movable wooden board allows Hanhan to enter and exit.

It's just that Hanhan hasn't come back from his night trip yet, and there's no owl in the bedroom.

Crookshanks curled up next to the pillow like a ball of ginger cushions, with ginger fur balls pupating for a while. His eyes blinked a few times and narrowed into slits. He raised his head slightly and called out to Hermione: "Meow..."

Then he stretched out his front paws and pointed behind him. Hermione looked along its paws and discovered that there was a pure white long-haired lion cat next to it, lying on its back like a human, with one paw sticking out of the top of its head, revealing The fluffy and soft hair on her neck is very beautiful, and her pink nose trembles slightly, as if she is sleeping soundly.

Seeing this familiar sleeping posture, Hermione's eyes couldn't help but widen: "Is this... Loren?"

Crookshanks nodded and said "meow" softly.

Hermione was stunned for a moment, with random thoughts surging in her heart. Apart from such insignificant thoughts as Animagus and Fairy Morgan, a secret joy arose inexplicably in her heart.

She tried hard to purse her lips and suppress the smile at the corner of her mouth, but the arc still grew wider and wider.

Hermione didn't make a sound, but knelt down at the head of the bed, carefully lifted Crookshanks out of bed, patted his little head gently to tell him to stay quiet, and carefully looked at him with smiling eyes. Looking at the long-haired lion cat.

It was already bright outside, and the curtains blocked the dazzling light. Grandpa Bates said hello outside, but Hermione didn't hear it clearly. Later, Mr. Bates drove out, looking at his sparkling eyes for who knows how long.

Crookshanks huddled motionless on the rug under the bed.

I don't know how long it took, but the smile on Hermione's lips became more and more obvious. With eager eyes, she stretched out her finger and gently tapped the pink nose of the cat Loren.

Moisturizing, a little cool, but soft.

The long-haired lion cat smacked its lips, subconsciously stretched out its pink tongue and licked its nose, and then fell into a sweet sleep again.

Hermione grinned, then pursed her lips.

…

Around noon, the long-haired lion cat showed signs of waking up.

I saw him lying on his back, with four small claws stretched out hard, the pink flesh pads blossomed like plum blossoms, small nails stretched out from between the fingers, the lion cat's lips opened a slit, and said A purring sound.

Finally, Loren's eyes opened.

It was a pair of beautiful heterochromatic pupils, the left eye was deep black, and the right eye was pure sapphire blue, so clear it could drip water. The lion cat's eyes revealed human confusion. The cat's static vision was worse than that of humans, and the colors were dimmer. It took him some time to recognize that the giant in front of him was Hermione.

Loren was a little frightened and asked: "Meow? (What's going on)"

He was frightened even more violently, and he jumped out of the quilt. As a result, he fell on the pillow because he couldn't adapt to his new body.

Although she didn't understand cat language, Hermione had already guessed his question. She stretched out her arms to hug Loren with a smile, stood up and sat on the edge of the bed, laid the lion cat on her lap, and scratched it with her fingers. His chin patiently comforted: "Don't worry, little kitty, think about what happened last night..."

With a more sensitive sense of smell, the girl's body fragrance lingered in Loren's nose.

The slender, white and tender fingers traced across the chin, and it felt tingling, and it felt more comfortable than a massage.

Driven by the instinct of the cat's body, Loren rubbed it subconsciously, then reacted and twisted his chin awkwardly.

But Hermione's fingers followed relentlessly, even freeing a hand to rub his belly and belly.

Human body temperature is lower than that of cats, and the distal end of the fingers is even colder. A cold thing passed through the cat's abdomen. Loren felt that his whole body was hot and his head was about to explode.

"Meow!"

He struggled to turn over, threw himself on the quilt and raised his back in a posture of warning against the enemy.

Hermione's eyes were shining brightly, and she asked pretending to be aggrieved: "Do you want to scratch me?"

"..."

Realizing that Hermione couldn't be harmed, the lion cat relaxed its guard and curled up into a ball. Poor cat Loren tried to protect himself from being violated.

Hermione watched Loren shrink into a white cat ball, and the smile on her face became brighter. However, she was not completely obsessed with playing with the cat and lost her mind. She coughed slightly and then softened her smile: "Don't worry Loren, think about it carefully." Do you want to know what happened last night?"

Loren thought carefully, the memories of last night gradually emerged in his mind, the transformation exploration before going to bed, the weird dreams after falling asleep...

"Meow!" The lion cat's cry was a little sad and angry.

The abominable Ms. Doddridge, the abominable Fairy Morgan, only spoke half of what he said, and the way he unlocked his talent was so strange that he suffered today's humiliation!

Hermione couldn't understand what he wanted to say, but it didn't stop her from answering. She slowly lowered her head and leaned close to the fluffy little head, and asked gently: "Can you change back? Do you want me to take you back to school to ask the professor?" "

Loren concentrated on sensing it, and there was a strange magic power in his body that was maintaining his transformation, but the magic power was lost very quickly, and he should be able to change back in a short time.

Hermione saw the lion cat tilting its head and nodding, then shaking its head, so she understood the meaning of these two actions.

"You mean, you can change back and you don't have to go to the professor?"

The lion cat nodded.

Hermione pursed her lips, unable to hold back the smile on her lips.

"Meow (you laugh at me)!?"

"I'm not smiling..." Hermione explained with a grin.

"Meow!"

"Okay, okay, you just got up and haven't had breakfast yet..." Hermione picked up the lion cat and held it in her arms, walked out of the bedroom, hugged him with one hand, and pushed the door open with the other. Door, "Let's see, what kind of breakfast can we prepare for the lion cat?"

Loren struggled staggeringly for a while, but because he was afraid of scratching Hermione with his claws, he was easily suppressed.

…

A few minutes later, when Loren watched Hermione pouring warm milk into a shallow dish and trying to make him eat and lick the milk with the cat's body, Loren couldn't hold it back and put away his paws and smiled at Hermione. The hateful face was slapped several times.

But what power can the cat's little plum blossom pads have? Hermione only felt itchy on her face. She smiled and held the lion cat's front paws, hugged her in her arms, started from the back, and stroked the fur to the tip of the tail. Apologizing very insincerely: "Don't be angry, don't be angry, I'll feed you..."

Hermione picked up the spoon and scooped out the milk, then gently brought it to the lion cat's mouth: "Ah~"

Loren felt inexplicably ashamed and angry, and her lips were tight and unwilling to open.

"You can't skip eating. Maybe having enough strength can help you recover faster..." Hermione advised patiently, but her voice sounded like a devil's whisper to Loren, "Ah~"

Loren gradually relaxed her control on her mandible, and the fragrant and smooth milk flowed into her stomach. The satisfaction brought by the food collided with the awkwardness in her mind, and the kitten's eyes gradually became dull.