vncnus Chapter 122 The drowned cat meets the big black dog again
Chapter 122 The drowned cat meets the big black dog again
The storm still did not subside the next day, and the Quidditch match would not be canceled because of the wind and rain. The players fighting against the bad weather in the air has always been one of the highlights of the Quidditch match. .seven
Although Tom couldn't appreciate it, and the overly joyful and intense atmosphere on the court was a bit unbearable for him, considering that Harry was in desperate need of the support of his friends, he still smiled and talked with Ron and Together, Hermione ran towards the Quidditch pitch despite the strong wind.
As soon as he arrived at the stadium, Tom began to regret it.
"I'm a little uncomfortable." He told his friends with a white face. "Maybe I didn't sleep last night. I need fresh air." He said listlessly and pointed to the top of the empty stand, where the black curly hair Wet and looked like a drowned cat.
"Would you like to go find Madam Pomfrey for a refreshing drink?" Ron asked with concern, "Do you have a cold?"
"If you feel uncomfortable, go back first." Hermione said, "Don't hold on."
Tom nodded, holding his stomach, and slowly walked away alone.
"Do you think Tom has been acting strange recently?" Ron turned to Hermione and asked. "He lives alone, and sometimes disappears mysteriously, and then doesn't say anything to us..."
"I think you're weird." Hermione said sternly, touching the gold chain around her neck unnaturally, "Sometimes people just need a little space to be alone... Find a seat quickly, otherwise there won't be a good place."
Ron's attention was quickly diverted.
Tom climbed to the highest point with great effort, and the magic power in his body seemed to know that it had reached a more open place, and was stirring in his body.
"Settle down," Tom whispered to himself.
The slobbering magic power he sensed reluctantly lay down, making Tom feel like he had a particularly tormenting pet. But fortunately, after drinking a sufficient amount—perhaps even an overdose—of soul stabilizer, the feeling of losing control of one's magic power and wanting to rush out of the body to hunt wildly has basically faded away.
Amidst the rumble of thunder, Mrs. Hooch blew the whistle to start the game - it sounded like it came from the horizon. Little blue dots and little red dots rose precariously into the sky.
The wind was blowing so hard that no umbrella could hold it. Tom simply threw away his umbrella. Seeing no one around him, he spread his palms and chanted: "Invulnerable to water and fire!"
The manic magic surged towards the open palm like a mad force, and with a "pop" sound accompanied by black light, a large invisible barrier exploded. The excess magic black mist in the barrier rushed violently, and the movement was like a Violently driving away the wind and rain from the outside world is completely different from the firm but gentle push away feeling when casting the spell before.
"FXXX." Tom threw his hand away in pain - the magic power was so manic when it rushed out that it turned the palm of his hand blood red.
As if sensing the subject's displeasure, the magic power that had yet to dissipate condensed into a tentacle. He turned around and gently rubbed his injured hand - and eagerly licked away the blood beads.
"Okay, okay." Tom hesitated and patted the tentacle, then quickly grabbed it and stuffed it into his arms. The magic power melted back into his body obediently - this is the only thing he has found so far. The way to deal with the escaped excess magic power is that if you leave it alone, the magic power will keep jumping around until you find some "dessert" passing by, and you will excitedly rush towards it and try to eat...
There was no problem if he maintained this level of activity for half a day during the test, but he became "hungry" faster and his temper became more irritable. I don't know if it takes longer. Tom didn't dare to test it for that long. Since the last time he used the time turner to encounter an unknown creature, he didn't dare to use the time turner except in class. He was also thinking about giving up a few boring courses, lest problems would easily arise if he traveled through too much time.
The abnormality in his magic power made it difficult for him to practice in class. He had to carry diluted magic inhibitors with him to make the magic power in his body enter an inert state, so that he could barely cast spells normally. Fortunately, in Potions class, Professor Snape acquiesced that he would, and tolerated him fishing in troubled waters such as cutting up materials and verbally instructing his teammates. Otherwise, he would not have known what magical potion his mutated magic power would brew. He couldn't drink the potion under Snape's nose either - he didn't want to be exposed so quickly.
If someone discovers this... you must know that even though the United States Ministry of Magic has taken the lead in changing the law, the private sector's unauthorized disposal of the Obscurials is still something that officials from various countries pretend not to see. The Obscurus only explodes after being stimulated, and he usually lives less than ten years old. His magic power is much more active and greedy than the Obscurus recorded in the book.
Tom was thinking about his own affairs anxiously, and suddenly the magic power that had settled down in his body began to try to probe his head again.
He looked over according to his perception and saw a big black dog with rough hair standing up and trying to climb up to the top seat with its tongue hanging out. But the rain was too heavy, and its paws slipped. After several attempts, it failed to push itself up with its front paws. It also tried hard to lift its hind legs to grab it. Unfortunately, it was too big, and the front paws were on the ground. When sitting on the seat, no matter how much it bends, its hind legs cannot bend to the position it wants, and it makes little splashes in vain.
"It's you, dog." Tom recognized it.
The black dog didn't expect that there was someone next to him. He had clearly seen it just now, and there was only a semicircular black cover. He thought it was some kind of decoration, but didn't take it seriously. He concentrated on climbing for a long time, and suddenly he heard someone following him. As he spoke, he was so startled that his paws slipped and he fell to the ground with a "wow" sound.
Tom stood up and walked over to help him.
As Tom moved around, the cover that looked black to the black dog just now and now looked transparent moved with him. The black dog moved his nose, suspiciously thinking that he smelled something familiar...
It's cold, is it some classic and popular men's perfume? But I can't remember what brand it is... Black Dog thought blankly, not thinking about dementors or anything like that.
Tom bent down and pinched the dog's creaking nest to drag him up to the seat, but it was difficult, the big dog stood up taller than him.
"I haven't thanked you for sending Mrs. Norris to the hospital wing in time. Can I treat you to a big dinner later?" Tom rubbed the dog's head, and the dog reflexively stuck out its tongue, showing a silly smile.
"Why are you here? Are you still looking for your master?" Tom asked tentatively. He always felt that there was some big secret about this black dog. At least the mysterious state of all-black eyes that appeared in the Hogsmeade village was definitely not something that an ordinary familiar could possess.
The dog tilted his head, pretending not to understand, then raised his head and barked excitedly at the little dots flying in the sky.
"If you don't have a master..." Tom looked at him carefully and slowly showed a bad smile, "Would you like to follow me temporarily?"
Hehehe, when the time comes, he will take the big black dog to the divination class. He really wants to know what Professor Trelawney will say to the "foreboding". Firstly, it can help students get rid of superstitions, and secondly, it might give him an excuse to skip the divination class.