"...Making such a big commotion, aren't you afraid the French Ministry of Magic will cause you trouble?"
"Don't worry, Senior. At most I just didn't mask the sound. The tremors and cracks didn't affect the surrounding Muggles at all."
Consciousness gradually became clear from haziness. The scarred man heard voices nearby and opened his eyes somewhat confused, his memory gradually returning.
Then, he instantly widened his eyes and retreated in fear.
Before him, pairs of amber eyes stared intently at him, each eye filled with anger, looking as if they wanted to devour him alive.
His mental state was now completely exhausted. He couldn't cast a single spell.
And even if he could cast spells, he couldn't defeat that elusive young man.
His gaze wandering frantically, the scarred man looked toward the old and young men standing not far away, his voice trembling as he said:
"I... I still know many things! I can give you intelligence about the Saints!"
"They're recently planning to rescue Grindelwald! This intelligence is very important. You must need it!"
Having said this, the scarred man seemed to remember something else and shouted as if grasping at straws:
"Right! I also have a bounty! My bounty in Germany is very high, at least ten thousand Galleons!"
"Wouldn't it be better if you captured me and turned me in for the reward?"
Quietly waiting for the scarred man to finish, Evans sneered and shook his head.
"I already know all that intelligence. I don't need you to tell me."
"As for the bounty... if I hadn't seen inside your brain, I might have given you a chance to argue."
"But now, I just want you to die uncomfortably."
Pointing his wand at the man who kept retreating, Evans thought of the blood-red scenes he had witnessed earlier, his eyes containing only endless coldness.
"Stupefy."
"Meow!"
From the nearby ruins, sharp cat cries continuously rang out. Those cries were very complex, containing both the satisfaction of revenge and laments for their fallen companions.
Sitting on the grass, Harry glanced at Professor Kahn and the others who were discussing something in the distance, then turned to look at the dejected little black cat beside him.
"Don't you want to join in the revenge?"
At such a moment of great vengeance being achieved, it wasn't inside but had come out instead?
Harry couldn't quite understand. If it were him, after catching Voldemort who had killed his parents, he would definitely kill that person with his own hands.
Hearing Harry's words, the little black cat was silent for a while before slowly shaking its head, muttering in its little girl's voice:
"They're the real victims, meow. I'm... just a useless king."
Having said this, it raised its head and looked at the ruins where cat cries continued to come from, its emerald eyes filled with endless loss and confusion.
"I plan to let them leave, meow."
"Why?" Harry's expression was somewhat strange. "Aren't they your subjects?"
"Because I don't have the ability to protect them."
The little black cat lowered its head, covered its face with both little paws, and tears slid down from between the gaps of its claws.
"I'm too weak. If something like this happens again, I'll still be powerless, meow."
"Too weak, meow..."
Standing not far away and listening to the little black cat's words, Evans felt somewhat moved.
The Cait Sith's abilities were indeed contradictory. They could command cat colonies and let cats form their own small society. But despite having such abilities, they had no means of combat, and their invisibility talent could only be used by themselves.
This meant their society was so fragile that just a little external force... a few Crup dogs or a greedy dark wizard... could completely destroy the small home they had worked so hard to build.
As a king among cats, watching one's subjects all leave due to an accident must be an extremely painful feeling.
Combined with their extreme rarity, this was probably the reason they had disappeared for over three hundred years.
However, looking at the little black cat crouching on the ground crying, Evans pulled out something he had just taken from that man's body and handed it over, saying softly:
"Here, try holding this."
Looking at what was handed to it, the little black cat froze.
It was a slender little wooden stick, about eight inches long, with countless strange patterns carved on the handle.
"This is one of your wizards' wands, meow?"
"Right, confiscated from that scarred man." Evans showed a gentle smile.
"Hold it and close your eyes."
Hearing the young man's words, the little black cat hesitated for a moment, then slowly reached out, closed its eyes, and gripped the wand.
The next second, a spark shot out from the wand's tip. Although the spark was extremely weak, this was because the wand hadn't chosen this little black cat as its master.
It had the qualification to hold a wand.
Looking at the spark that dissipated in the air, Harry, sitting beside the little black cat, showed a delighted expression.
"When I first touched a wand, I had sparks like that too!" He said, looking at the somewhat dazed little black cat. "You can use magic?"
"I... I don't know, meow?"
Patting the little black cat's head and looking at its confused eyes, Evans explained:
"Goblins, house-elves, and all humanoid beings with sufficient intelligence actually have the right to hold wands."
"It's just that non-human beings like goblins and house-elves have been forced by wizards to give up this right, while other humanoid beings have their own talents and abilities and don't particularly like using wands."
"But your species isn't bound by that contract."
Having said this, Evans stood up with a smile on his face.
"Would you like to bring your subjects to Hogwarts? Your subjects can stay in my case first. I'll arrange a dwelling for them on the outskirts of the Forbidden Forest, and you can go to school with Harry and learn magic together."
"However, due to your identity, you might need to stay invisible while following Harry, or some accidents might occur."
Although Hogwarts had many students who were part magical creature, having a cat openly attending classes together would still cause some controversy.
"Go to Hogwarts, meow?"
Seeing the little black cat's hesitant expression, Sothea crouched down with a mischievous smile and pinched the little cat's cheeks.
"Or you could come with me! As long as you let your cats be my gardeners, I'll beg Madam to let you study at Beauxbatons!"
"Meow!" Hearing this proposal, the little black cat immediately shook its head like a rattle drum. However, after rejecting Sothea, the little black cat began seriously considering the proposal.
If it really learnt magic and became like those dark wizards, or even more powerful than those dark wizards, no one would ever harm its subjects again, right?
Moreover, having learnt magic, it and its subjects might be able to create a kingdom that truly belonged to cats!
This was a feat no Cait Sith had ever accomplished!
Thinking this, the little black cat's emerald eyes gradually began to shine.
It wanted to learn magic, meow!