Chapter 26 Night Is the Time for Cats

Harry and other young wizards who had owls looked at Fish nervously. They were thinking about how to persuade him to give up the idea of ​​causing trouble for the owls when Fish spoke again.

"It's a pity that Minerva said that owls are friends and I can't eat them, meow..."

Harry and others breathed a sigh of relief and were infinitely grateful to Professor McGonagall.

On the other side, Ron held Scabbers and observed it for a long time. After finding that it was just tired, he put it back in his pocket with confidence, and then looked at Fish and persuaded helplessly: "It's not just owls. Most of the animals in Hogwarts are raised by people and can't be eaten."

"I don't really want to eat them," Fish sat on the edge of the bed, shaking his legs and replied: "I prefer to eat cooked ones now. I just catch them for fun."

Hearing Fish say this, the others were barely relieved. If they were just chased by Fish for fun, they could still accept it. Although it was a bit sorry for their pets, it was much better than being eaten.

"Go to sleep quickly..." Seamus Finnigan yawned, "There are classes tomorrow."

The people who were already very sleepy were too lazy to clean up the messy dormitory. They climbed onto their beds and closed their eyes to sleep.

However, the troublesome guy Fish turned into a cat again the next moment and walked out swaggeringly.

"Fish, where are you going?"

Neville, who first noticed his movements, asked hurriedly.

"Meow~"

Fish answered casually, then flashed out of the room and disappeared.

"What did he just say?"

The people in the dormitory looked at each other. They were not Professor McGonagall, who could talk to Fish in cat language.

Dean Thomas hesitated for a moment and said, "I have cats at home. I remember that they are always very active at night."

"Oh no..." Ron slapped his forehead, "I hope he doesn't get caught, otherwise we will be deducted points on the first day of school..."

"I'm more worried that he will run to the owl shed."

Harry was even more concerned about Hedwig. Although Fish had said that he would not eat owls, if he accidentally hurt Hedwig, Harry would also feel distressed. However, he did not have the courage of Fish to violate school rules and go out for a night tour on the first day of school.

Several little wizards lay in their beds worriedly, but eventually fell asleep one after another because they were too tired.

After leaving the room, Fish stopped halfway down the spiral staircase, turned his triangular ears a few times, and then raised his pink little nose to sniff the air.

It was Minerva's voice and smell.

Fish immediately crouched down and quietly came to the door at the entrance of the boys' dormitory. Through the crack of the door, Fish saw Professor McGonagall sitting calmly on the armchair in the common room, with a stern face facing the entrance of the boys' dormitory.

Obviously, Professor McGonagall had guessed that Fish would not be quiet at night, and had been waiting here early.

Now Fish was depressed. Was his plan to patrol the new territory going to fail before it even started?

Although he failed, Fish did not give up, because he knew that Minerva could not stay here to guard him all the time, and her schedule had been assimilated by humans.

Fish, who had figured it out, did not rush back, but licked his fur at ease behind the door.

Sure enough, after sitting for a while, Professor McGonagall stood up and left the common room, but Fish still did not rush out.

He had just given Minerva a wild mark. Professor McGonagall seemed to have left, but in fact he was hiding aside with the Disillusionment Spell, waiting for Fish to fall into the trap.

Minerva is indeed a big liar, fortunately I am smarter! (=ΦωΦ=)

Fish lay behind the door and swung his tail twice with pride.

After waiting for a long time, Fish realized that Professor McGonagall had really left. Then he jumped up, opened the door of the boys' dormitory, and walked out swaggeringly.

First, he sharpened his claws on the soft armchairs in the common room for a while, turned out all the cotton stuffed in the cushions, and strolled around the lounge with a ball of cotton in his mouth, and then his eyes were attracted by the fireplace.

So he quickly let go of the cotton in his mouth and ran to the side of the fireplace.

After circling around the fireplace several times, even the whole cat got into the fireplace, and scratched the ash everywhere. Fish did not find the existence of Floo powder, but got himself covered in ash.

After coming out of the fireplace, Fei Xu shook his fur quickly to shake off all the ash on his fur, and then stepped out a series of cute black cat paw prints in the public lounge.

"Meow?" (=ΦωΦ=)

Fei Xu accidentally looked back and found the two rows of footprints behind him, and suddenly became interested.

Although cats are used to covering their traces according to their instinct, Fei Xu is not an ordinary cat. Not only did he not intend to cover up his footprints, but he ran back to the fireplace, covered all four paws with ash, and then stepped out a lot of paw prints in the public lounge.

He even used the spider walk technique, not even sparing the walls and ceiling.

After ruining the public lounge with his paw prints, Fei Xu, who gradually lost interest in it, wandered to the door of the girls' dormitory.

The girls' dormitory at Hogwarts is enchanted. Under normal circumstances, boys cannot enter at all. If they force their way in, the alarm will be triggered.

However, the rare and special Transfiguration of Animagus is an exception, because even senior Aurors may not be able to master this spell, and it will not be tested in normal exams, so almost no one will learn this spell during their student life.

If even Animagus cannot detect it, then Firth's druid spell is even more out of its detection range, so Firth did not alert the alarm magic of the girls' dormitory at all, and just blatantly opened the door and slipped in.

The girls, like the boys, had long been sleeping soundly because of exhaustion, and no one noticed Firth's arrival at all.

In fact, even if they found Firth, most of them would welcome him.

Firth found that there seemed to be no difference between the girls' dormitory and the boys' dormitory. Feeling bored, he left here after a round and went straight out of the Gryffindor dormitory.

Fish, who had slipped out of the dormitory, wandered around, sharpening his claws from time to time in places that he liked or disliked.

Just as Fish was wandering around, he met a fellow cat.

It was a skinny female cat with dark gray fur, who looked a bit old. After seeing Fish, she took the initiative to greet him.

"Meow~"

"Meow~"

After the two cats greeted each other, they just stared at each other silently, blinking, shaking their ears, shaking their tails, and gently touching each other's cheeks with their noses.

These are the unique ways of communication between cats, through eye contact and some subtle movements, to determine whether the other party has malicious intent.

After a short mysterious exchange, both sides confirmed that the other party's attitude was friendly, and then meowed to each other twice, exchanged names, and then separated.

It was mainly Fish's animal affinity that worked, otherwise Mrs. Norris's temperament raised by Filch would make her want to confirm her dominance even if it was an ordinary cat, instead of choosing to coexist peacefully with Fish like now.

Having made new friends, Feishi was in a good mood, and he continued his "territory patrol" with his tail up.

"Ahem."

Suddenly, a familiar cough came from behind him.

(Φ△Φ)

Feishi's steps froze for a moment, and the next second he rushed forward like an arrow from a bow.

Then, Professor McGonagall's roar came from behind him.

"Five points deducted from Gryffindor! No! Ten points deducted!"

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I don't know how many people listened to my recommendation and read the pirate book about Ugly Master. There is something I forgot to say...

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In this comparison, does it seem that my update volume is actually acceptable?

...

My elder passed away, and I have been busy with his funeral affairs these days. Then today I received a message from the editor-in-charge, asking me to update more, otherwise it would be difficult to arrange recommendations if there are too few words.

I replied that it was not possible for the time being, so there would be no points next week...

Not long after, I received news that my uncle was hospitalized... Fortunately, the operation went well and there are no major problems now...