Magical Studies at Hogwarts

As soon as the weekend passed, the Christmas vacation officially entered. Although the Hogwarts Express sent away a group of students who chose to go home for the holidays, there were too many students who stayed in school, and it was no different from usual.

Ike knew very well that the so-called plot had actually changed. With so many people attending the Christmas dinner, Professor Trelawney would definitely not make the prediction about "Thirteen".

If there is any regret so far, it is that Ike still has not seen the level of divination on the waste notebook system.It can be said that divination has reached the LV4 level, but to be honest, prophetic divination is more attractive.

"Maybe he really has no talent?" Ike thought.

On the 24th, Ike was captured by Professor Flitwick to help decorate the castle.This job actually helps every year, but this is the first time I was called away early in the morning.It's not much. With his level of magic, it doesn't take much to just hang up a few decorations.

On Christmas Day, Ike was woken up very early by Stuart and Terry, and even Michael and Anthony came over. The four of them were holding a lot of gifts ready to open and look at.

I didn't have this opportunity before, but now I have to compare.

Similar to last year, Ike's gift didn't change much and he was the first to be defeated.Stuart got a special Christmas sweater from his mother, a bright red one with a reindeer pattern on it, and it killed him.Michael and Anthony were not much better, but they were much better than Stewart's anyway.

Terry came out on top, and with a two-year-old Nimbus 2000, he really enjoyed the envy of Stewart.Even if this thing has been sold for two years, the price is still not cheap.

Of course, there is no comparison with the latest Firebolt.

The common room was very lively. Penello, who stayed at school, led a group of little witches to decorate the common room well, and also contributed a lot of candies, desserts and drinks. Professor Flitwick also provided his unique small cakes. .When Ike and others came out, they were occupying the sofa, talking and joking, very happy.

I said hello and blended in naturally.Stewart and Anthony naturally started chatting with Quidditch players like Qiu, and Terry also got involved with Nimbus 2000.

But the consequences were very serious. Under the coercion of two bad friends, Stuart and Anthony, the right to use this broom was directly forced into the hands of Ravenclaw's Seeker Qiu.

Qiu was still a little embarrassed, but even Terry, who was being coerced, repeatedly asked for humility and agreed to use this broom during the competition.

After all, her Comet broom was so old.

"We're going to win the Quidditch championship!" Stuart shouted. A good broom was a huge improvement to the Seeker.But the joy didn't last long. When everyone came to the auditorium and saw the brand new Firebolt in Harry's hand, Stewart wilted.

"It's okay. The difference between Nimbus 2000 and Firebolt is smaller than Comet and Firebolt."

Patting Stuart on the shoulder, Ike walked directly to the side, sat quietly on the long Ravenclaw table, and ate breakfast in silence.

"You're avoiding me." After a while, Hermione sat over holding a cat with a big face that looked like it had been slapped with a pan.

"I didn't." Ike denied.

"Impossible!" Hermione said with an expression like "I've seen through you. Don't forget, we have three classes together, and you leave right after class every time."

"You can't blame me, and the same goes for you. After all... we all have to take two or three classes at the same time."

"Then last time at the Three Broomsticks, you clearly saw me!"

"Are you sure you want me to say hello to you then?" Ike handed a sandwich over and glanced at the densest part of the Gryffindor table. "There was someone who shouldn't be there at that time. Woolen cloth."

"Besides, Professor McGonagall is next to you. Are you sure you want her to know about this?"

"You!" Hermione was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, so she took a strong bite of the sandwich.

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Can I say no?" Ike replied.

"No! I haven't forgotten the stun spell you threw on my head at the end of last semester!"

Hermione obviously brought up old scores, and Ike could only nod helplessly, and then took the big-faced cat with a confused look on his face.

"Help me take care of Crookshanks for a while. I don't know who else will help me except you." Hermione looked a little lonely. "It always likes to catch Ron's stupid mouse. I told it Several times, it had no effect. As long as it can't be seen at a glance, it will definitely chase the stupid teacher..."

"Ron and I argued many times, and I explained many times that Crookshanks would not hurt that stupid mouse at all, it was just curious..."

"No wonder..." Ike suddenly said to himself.

"Huh? What's the wonder?" Hermione asked after being interrupted.

"No wonder you gave me cat food on Christmas. You used to give me books and quills." Ike stroked the cat, and it felt surprisingly good.

Hermione was a little embarrassed by what she said, so she picked up a glass of milk and took a sip to hide her embarrassment.

"That's my cup." Ike said while petting the cat. "I drank from it just now."

"Cough cough!"

Putting down the cup quickly, Hermione's ears were a little red, but they were hidden by her thick hair.

Maybe her coughing was a little too loud, or maybe Crookshanks' snoring was too...that, which made Jimmy, who had been hiding in Ike's collar, climb out.

Since November, Jimmy has rarely come out. Maybe the weather is too cold, as it was last year.

"Long time no see, Jimmy!" Hermione stretched out her hand, and Jimmy climbed over naturally, looking at Crookshanks with some confusion as he collapsed into a cat pie.

"I...I'm going back, take care of it!" After saying that, he showed a vicious expression.

Then, he took Jimmy and left.

"Oh... ah?" Ike didn't react at first. When he did, Crookshanks scratched his hand with his paw again. Then he came back to his senses and used the eighteen cat-stroking postures again. .

"Hululu... Hululu..."

Listening to Crookshanks' comfortable purring, Ike felt a little dazed for a moment.I still remember that it was like this in the past. Whenever he was eating at home, the long-haired Persian cat of the same color would lie on his lap and purr like this.

Moreover, that cat is much prettier than Crookshanks, at least his face is not flat.

Although, its name is also Crookshanks.