Journey to Hogwarts I am a cat

The admission time for Hogwarts was coming soon. When Agors got up the morning before, he wanted Charles to pretend to be a new student, because not long after he was picked up from the auction house, Charles shrank into an 11-year-old appearance. .

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On the morning before leaving for Hogwarts, the "virtuous" little coal ball got up early to prepare a "love breakfast", which was some mysterious dish that was roasted half-cooked and could not even be seen as a lump of meat.

Fortunately, Charles lost his vision, smell and taste early on. Now he is no different from a doll that can think briefly. Food is like the oil that sustains thinking. As long as he has enough spiritual power, any food will do. Appearance is not important.

Agors first checked Charles' physical condition as usual and found that he could no longer maintain his human form.

The magic beads hanging around the neck to maintain abundant magic power are dim in color, no different from ordinary beads.

Agors took off the red rope and skillfully took out a new magic bead from the drawer on the side and hung it around the cat's neck.

Picking up the sleeping or comatose furball, I temporarily changed my mind.

It's normal for my Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher to bring a "non-offensive" magical animal, right?

After all, how could his younger brother, who is so cute, so beautiful, and so weak, attack a student?

Charles, who showed off three classmates: Ah... right, right, right

——Time passed quietly when Argors sucked the cat

In the Hogwarts hall, the principal repeated the same words to the students of the previous year and the previous year, but the speaker became Minerva, that is, Professor McGonagall.

Agors sat in the professor's seat, listening to the excited chatter of the new little wizard.

Among the unfamiliar faces there were some that were slightly familiar, such as a little blond with a super high hairline and a little guy with green eyes.

What makes Argors a little strange is that there is a Slytherin in the Potter family, which is very interesting.

At the same time, a phoenix landed on the shoulder of Professor Minerva McGonagall. There was an unconventional kindness on its feathered face, and its blue eyes were somewhat shrewd. Of course, it attracted the attention of the little wizard who first arrived. Curiously, one bird actually wore a pair of half-moon-shaped glasses.

"Look, look! The big red bird on the principal's shoulder has a pair of glasses!"

"Wow! Even birds in the magical world have glasses!"

"Could it be another professor who changed it? Who is so good at wearing glasses?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, didn't your parents tell you! This bird is the legendary phoenix, and there are three of them in our school!"

"Okay, okay, my dad said there are two ways to sort houses at Hogwarts, one is to use the Sorting Hat, and the other is to defeat the Phoenix. We are so lucky, we use the Sorting Hat!

I heard from my dad that they were fighting against the phoenix back then. There was only one bird at that time! "

Agors chuckled when he heard this. The Hogwarts tradition is really interesting, fighting the Phoenix...

In the past few sessions, fighting with dragons was still popular.

The cat in his arms, Charles, yawned. The cat's eyes glanced around, and his eyes locked on the two people who were chatting happily.

Harry?Malfoy?No...their children?Oh...they're not together?

His slightly warm hands touched the small sharp corners of the fur and pinched it.

"Dear brother, we can't change the past. My prophecy was clear and clear. But now it's different. It's a fog. Have fun."