Master Druid Fish at Hogwarts

"Fish! Look! We have flying lessons starting this week!"

The new week has begun. Ron Weasley, the red-haired number 4, pointed at a notice posted in the common room and shouted loudly early in the morning.

Then he showed a disgusted expression and said, "I'm actually taking flying lessons with Slytherin. It's really unlucky."

However, Fish couldn't empathize. He didn't know what flying lessons were, and he didn't dislike Slytherin students.

However, amid the chattering of the humans around him, Fish gradually understood what flying lessons were all about, which were courses that taught people how to fly into the sky on a broomstick.

"Oh, I see," Fish suddenly realized, "Minerva seems to like this."

In the memory, she once tore a book with a human riding a broomstick on the cover to shreds. When Minerva came back, she became furious. Not only did she scold him, but she also punished him for thinking about it.

But in the end, he was cute enough to pass the test.

"You must be talking about Quidditch!" When talking about this, Ron was a little gushing, "That is the best sport in the world! There is no wizard who doesn't love this!"

Other students from wizarding families also joined in the topic, and as an extension, began to brag about their flying experiences. Young wizards like Harry, who grew up in the Muggle world, were stunned for a moment.

It's just that Fish is not interested in Quidditch or broomsticks. He is still in a hurry to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

After arriving at the auditorium, it was obviously much noisier than usual. The other three colleges also received notices about flying lessons. The first-year students were discussing the topic excitedly, and the senior students also took the time to join in. After a few words, he quickly left and rushed to class.

"Give."

As soon as Fish sat down on the long table, Hermione pushed the cut steak in front of him and put a fork into Fish's hand.

After the initial excitement, the little witches' fanatical feeding of Fish gradually became normal, and then they began to think about how to help Fish integrate into a normal life.

After some private discussion, they now took turns preparing food for Fish and letting him eat it by himself.

"Fish, are you sure about flying lessons?"

Hermione, who had never touched a broomstick, had been very nervous ever since she learned that flying lessons were going to be held. She kept looking for little wizards who were Muggle-born like herself to talk to in order to find some balance.

After seeing Fei Xu, she subconsciously asked.

"I don't know, I've never flown before." (￣～￣)

Fish held the fork behind his back and answered vaguely while chewing beef. After a week of campus life, he gradually got used to communicating with other little wizards.

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of falling. Even if I accidentally fall, I won't be hurt."

"Wow...that's great...animagus..."

Hermione wrinkled her face after failing to find balance, and considered whether it would be better for herself to learn an Animagus.

Amidst all the chaos, Thursday came in the blink of an eye.

Today's breakfast was prepared for Fish by Parvati Patil, who had a bit of dark skin and a little forehead band. It was very finely cut lamb chops.

Fish was happily gnawing on the mutton chops when a faint muttering sound came to his ears. It was the rat-toothed Hermione who was reciting the contents of "The Magic Quidditch" in a low voice, "The Magic Quidditch". "The Strange Ball" was the book that Fish tore into pieces.

"Just memorizing a book won't teach you how to fly properly, Miss Rattusk."

Malfoy came over with a large bag of candy. After hearing Hermione's thoughts clearly, he couldn't help but mocked in a long tone.

Before Hermione could retort, Malfoy put the candy in his hand in front of Fish.

"My mother sent some more candies, and I got some for you to try."

Malfoy said slowly to Fish.

In addition to the little lions of Gryffindor, students from other houses would also come over from time to time to give Fish some food. Malfoy, who always received snacks from home, joined in after being reserved for a few days. Come in.

"Oh! Thank you, Brain Gate!" (●?w?●)

With eyes shining, Fei Xu quickly opened the bag, grabbed a handful of candies and stuffed them into his mouth.

Malfoy's arrogant face suddenly fell, "If possible, I would rather you call me Draco."

"Okay, Brain Gate, no problem, Brain Gate."

In fact, Fish's names are easy to remember if he wants to, but he is more accustomed to calling them in his own way, and his nickname seems to have caused a trend within Hogwarts. George and Fred now calls each other with No. 2 and No. 3 instead.

Even some professors at Hogwarts sometimes use this nickname to tease each other, and the one who is most enthusiastic about it is none other than the evil old man Dumbledore.

While Malfoy was still trying to stop Fish from scratching his head, an owl flew to the Gryffindor table and dropped a small package in front of Neville, who was trying to listen to Hermione's words.

Neville opened the package, and inside was a glass ball wrapped in white smoke.

"This is a memory ball!" Neville explained to everyone: "Grandma knows that I always have no memory - it will tell you if there is something you forgot to do. Look, you squeeze it tightly, like this , if it turns red..."

Neville said as he picked up the memory ball and planned to demonstrate it to everyone.

As a result, suddenly a furry paw came from the side and knocked the memory ball out of his hand with a slap.

"Oh! My memory ball...Fish?"

As a purebred kitten, Fish couldn't refuse a shiny glass ball, so when he saw Neville opening the bag, Fish's eyes were fixed on the memory ball, and after observing it for a while , seizing the opportunity, he transformed into a cat form and pounced it from Neville's hand.

After Fish knocked the memory ball down, he flapped it back and forth with his two front paws and jumped up and down the Gryffindor table.

After the victim Neville found out it was Fish, he immediately had no objection and allowed Fish to pat the memory ball and play with it. The others also watched the kitten playing on the dining table with doting looks on their faces, and even took the initiative to do so. He moved his plate away so that Fish could have more fun.

"If you like playing ball, I can ask my dad to find you a better one."

Malfoy was very unhappy about being left out. He raised his voice, trying to attract Fish's attention. Unfortunately, Fish was too obsessed with playing ball to hear him.

"You don't need your father, your forehead looks quite round."

Ron saw Malfoy deflated and mocked without hesitation.

"It should be a tradition of your Weasley family to use your head instead of a ball. After all, with your family background, it is not easy to buy a ball."

Compared with Malfoy, Ron's eloquence was still too weak. He was immediately choked by Malfoy's retort and became speechless.

Just when Ron became angry and stood up to take action, Professor McGonagall noticed the movement and rushed over.

"what happened?"

Professor McGonagall immediately saw Fish making a mess on the Gryffindor table.

"Fish! You didn't give me a good meal! Five points from Gryffindor!"

However, the professors' unfailing methods of deducting points could not work on Fish at all. Even the other students in Gryffindor had a calm attitude. Only Hermione made up her mind to study elsewhere. Make up for the points deducted by Fisch.

While Professor McGonagall was scolding Fish, Malfoy and his two followers had already fled away.

"Meow~"?●w●?

When Professor McGonagall pinched the back of her neck and lifted her up, Fish let out a soft cry, which made the little witches nearby feel their hearts tremble.

The experienced Professor McGonagall was unmoved. She glanced at the students around her with a stern look, pointed at the glass ball that Fish had just patted around and asked, "Whose is this?"

"Yes... it's mine..."

Neville raised his hand cautiously and explained in a low voice: "This is the memory ball that grandma prepared for me. I always lose it..."

Professor McGonagall was no stranger to Neville as a student and knew of his touching memory.

"Put it away if it's yours," Professor McGonagall frowned and ordered, then put Fish on the chair, "Change back and eat well!"

"I want a ball too!"

Fish, who had returned to his human form, stood on the chair, grabbed Professor McGonagall's arm and said coquettishly.

"Don't you have several balls at home? You played with it a few times and then left it in the corner. And that poor Puff Rong, you played with it for less than three days and it died from you!"

Professor McGonagall took out her arm, pressed down on Fish's head and rubbed it, messing up Fish's fluffy silver hair.

"Ugh..."

Many little witches bit their handkerchiefs when they saw this scene.

So enviable!

Although Fish is now willing to let them pet their heads from time to time, he still cannot be as carefree as Professor McGonagall.

Under the influence of Fish, more and more little wizards want to become Animagus and become cats to get close to him.

Feixe didn't know that he had inspired a group of young wizards again. With Professor McGonagall's reminder, he tilted his head and began to recall.

"Is there?"

In his memory... there seems to be such a thing, but after he fluttered the balls for a while, he threw them aside casually, and now he doesn't know where they went.

As for that Pu Rong Rong...

"Oh, this sausage tastes really good." (●?w?●)

Feishu blinked and sat back on the chair as if nothing had happened. He picked up a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth, speaking indistinctly.

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