Chapter 92 The Worried Old Mother

After confirming that Fish would obediently go to his office to do his homework in the evening, Professor McGonagall nodded to the little lions who were watching the whole process, and left the Gryffindor common room, coincidentally with the late arrival Harry and the three of them bumped into each other.

The three Harrys subconsciously tensed up, and after saying hello to Professor McGonagall stiffly, they hurried into the dormitory.

As a little fan of Professor McGonagall, Hermione grabbed a senior sister who was also in the study group as soon as she returned to the dormitory and asked Professor McGonagall why she was here.

Hermione Granger couldn't help but sigh after realizing what she had missed.

But she had no regrets, because she helped Harry and the others discover "Snape's conspiracy" and the secret between a man named Nico Flamel and the trap door.

Since Hermione has been sorted into Gryffindor, she naturally has no shortage of adventurous spirit in her body, and confronting the professor is also a very novel experience for a girl who has been a good student since she was a child.

After separating from her senior sister, Hermione first stayed in the lounge for a while and watched Fish, the cat, rolling around on the table boredly, and then reluctantly headed to the library.

After borrowing a copy of "The Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century" from Mrs. Pince, Hermione ran back with the book in her arms, found a seat in the lounge where she could see Fish, sat down, and began to slowly I rummaged for words about Nico Flamel.

Carefully searching for the life of a mysterious figure that she doesn't know among the vast books is also a kind of enjoyment for Hermione, a person who likes to learn.

"Hermione, what are you looking at?"

Because of the life-saving grace on the court today, Harry and Ron got closer to this well-known freshman student in Gryffindor. They saw Hermione flipping through a heavy book that didn't look like a textbook. The two of them approached curiously.

"The Great Wizards of the Twentieth Century," Hermione showed the title of the book to the two of them, looking in disbelief. "Aren't we looking for Nico Flamel? If you only look at "History of Magic", yes Impossible to find!”

Glancing at the names of the books in Harry and Ron's hands, Hermione raised her chin proudly, "I've read all of "History of Magic" before the start of school, and I'm sure there's no one named Nico in it. · Flamel’s character.”

"Yes...really? Then you are really powerful..."

Harry and Ron replied dryly, with awkward and troubled expressions on their faces. They looked at the "History of Magic" textbook in their hands, and for a moment they couldn't tell that they actually just wanted to catch up in the lounge. As for homework.

"Um...don't you have to do your homework?"

Ron hesitated for a while, intending to change the subject, so he asked a question that he would regret soon.

"Homework?" Hermione frowned, "Shouldn't that be completed before the Quidditch match?"

A complicated expression suddenly appeared on Ron's face. He finally figured out why he felt so inexplicably familiar when facing Hermione - this was the same person as his most hated brother Percy. Type of academic aura!

Harry's expression on the other side was not very calm, and he obviously couldn't understand Hermione's so-called "common sense", so after laughing twice, Harry found an excuse and dragged Ron away with him.

Seeing the two people fleeing in embarrassment, Hermione patted her forehead belatedly. Unlike the friends in the study group, they always put off their homework until the end.

Shaking her head and sighing, Hermione immersed herself in the book in her hands again, and then looked up from time to time to look at Fish, the cat by the fireplace. As long as there were books and cats, she wouldn't get tired of sitting here all day.

But it was a pity that at nine o'clock in the evening, Fish had to go to Professor McGonagall for solitary confinement. Without his company, Hermione felt a little unmotivated when reading.

And she was not the only one in this situation. When Fish swayed out of the common room, most of the little wizards who had gathered here dispersed in a moment, and the rest no longer suppressed their voices and shouted. Drink and play games on the big turntable.

Hermione shook her head helplessly, put away "The Great Wizards of the Twenty Worlds" in her hand, and planned to take it back to the dormitory to read it.

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Fish reluctantly came to the door of Professor McGonagall's office. He stood up, pushed the door open a gap, and then crept in.

At this time, Professor McGonagall was sitting at his desk, lowering his head and writing something on a piece of parchment. Fish did not say anything, but quietly touched Professor McGonagall's feet, and then gently With a slight leap, he jumped onto her lap.

"Meow~"(=ΦωΦ=)

Fish put his two front paws near Professor McGonagall's collar, stretched his neck and rubbed his furry little head against her face.

"You little guy...scared me."

Putting down the quill in his hand, Professor McGonagall gently tapped Fish on the head, and then said with a smile: "No matter how coquettish you are, you still have to do your homework."

"Meow!"(=｀︿=)

When the plan failed, Fish immediately retracted his head, jumped from Professor McGonagall's lap to the table, and then jumped directly to the chair opposite her table, turning into a cat-man form.

"I don't remember any homework, nya!"

Feishi sat on the chair, swaying his legs, folding his hands on his chest, and spoke the truth very confidently.

"It's okay," Professor McGonagall smiled slightly and stretched out her hand to straighten the glasses on the bridge of her nose. "I have already asked other students in your class, and I have even prepared books for related courses for you."

"Meow!"∑(●ΦДΦ●)

Faced with Professor McGonagall, who had no plans, the simple-minded little cat was no match for him. Although he made several excuses, he was blocked by Professor McGonagall.

In the end, Fish, who had resigned himself to his fate, could only groan and throw himself on Professor McGonagall's desk, reluctantly picking up the homework questions that Minerva had prepared for him and reading them.

"Who is Merlin? Why should I write a paper about him? I don't even know him!"

Fish almost twisted his eyebrows when he looked at the homework question on History of Magic.

"Merlin is a very powerful wizard, and there are many stories about him, so it is not difficult to complete this paper..."

Professor McGonagall moved the chair next to Fish and patiently tutored him in his homework.

Unfortunately, the kitten Fish didn't appreciate it. He stretched out his arms, lay on the table, and rolled his face on the empty parchment. "Minerva knows him so well, then you Why don't you come and help me write it, meow..."

"No, just pick up the quill and write it yourself."

Professor McGonagall was not angry and still patiently guided Fish to do his homework.

Under the patient guidance of Professor McGonagall, no matter how reluctant Fish was, he still used his very characteristic cat crawling to finish all the homework.

Although there are some deviations in the completed content, and there are many problems in choosing words and sentences, but because Professor McGonagall is on the side to guide, it is much better than the previous graffiti homework that was messy and completely incomprehensible to others...

At least those professors could understand what Fish was trying to express.

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