Hogwarts pet owl

Professor Filius Flitwick is a sensitive and emotional man.

If he were alive today, his wallet would be empty within an hour.

He is really a bit impulsive, the type who can't help but buy something good when he sees it.

Just like now.

During lunch, when Severus Snape watched Gryffindor rise by almost a hundred points and be far ahead of other houses, his whole face was distorted.

He looked at Professor McGonagall, his mouth trembling:

"Minerva, how could you..."

"I didn't put it in, Severus."

Professor McGonagall raised her eyebrows and shrugged.

"I taught the seventh grade this morning. There's really nothing I can add to my class."

Snape took out his wand and tapped the college score hourglass in the distance.

The bottom of the hourglass emits a faint light that is extremely difficult to detect, and then disappears between his eyebrows.

"Filius? Is he crazy?"

Snape's lips almost dropped to the ground.

"Ninety-five points for Gryffindor in one lesson?"

Professor Flitwick, who arrived belatedly, explained with a smile,

"Don't be surprised, Severus,"

He was in a strange state of excitement,

"If you see a student learn dozens of spells in one class and still cast spells without a wand, you can't help but give her extra points."

"Oh, that's incredible,"

Professor McGonagall covered her mouth,

"Who is it? I don't think Dumbledore and the mysterious man were such geniuses back then, right?"

Gilderoy Lockhart, who was already seated, laughed loudly:

"Everyone, have you forgotten me? I am also a genius who can learn dozens of spells in a day!"

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he kept his charming smile, shook his head sideways, twitched the corners of his mouth slightly, and focused on the lunch in front of him.

Professor Pomona Sprout, the headmaster of Hufflepuff, asked with great interest:

"Filius, tell me! Which cute kid is he? You don't want me to ask the first years of my college, right? I know the Charms class they have with Gryffindor today!"

Professor Flitwick laughed and pointed at the ceiling.

There, an owl was fighting with Peeves.

Peeves, a strange existence between a ghost and an entity, has caused enough suffering to the students.

But now that owl can suppress Peeves and beat him.

"Boom!"

The luminous words shine in mid-air,

[Peeves, give me my scarf! 】

"No, I don't!"

Peeves' shrill voice was very harsh;

"You an owl don't need a scarf because that's too weird!"

The owl's claws grabbed Peeves' shoulders, and flames ignited on the claws - this is the fire spell, Incendio (flame)!

Peeves screamed and struggled wildly. The fact that he did not completely become a ghost showed that he was not out of touch with reality, and the spell could harm him.

【immediately! 】

【Put on the scarf! 】

【give me back! 】

Peeves made a face, suddenly shrank into a ball, and escaped from Miss Owl's paws.

He wanted to escape through the wall, but was locked tightly by Snape's restraining spell.

"Peeves, return the scarf to Miss Errol Weasley!"

"I don't!" Peeves got angry and even the professor's words didn't work.

Snape sneered: "Bloody Barrow!"

Slytherin's ghost Bloody Balor floated out of the wall, nodded to Snape, and quickly flew to Peeves.

"Hand it over."

Peeves, who was still stiff just now, softened instantly, looking aggrieved.

"Okay, Boss Barrow..."

The red and yellow scarf suddenly appeared in mid-air and floated downwards.

Thanks to her cleverness in getting glasses for herself in the morning, Errol made a beautiful dive and grabbed the scarf.

She flapped her wings, slowly descended, and landed in front of Snape.

"Boom!"

[Thank you, professor. 】

Snape looked disgusted,

"The luminous characters are too eye-catching. I don't want to see this thing again!"

He raised his head slightly and pointed his nostrils at Miss Owl. There was no emotion in his voice.

"Also, don't forget about lockdown this weekend!"

Seeing that Snape turned around and sat down to eat, no longer paying attention to her own wishes, Errol prepared to leave.

Not wanting to be stopped by Professor Flitwick:

"Wait a minute, Miss Weasley."

[Professor, what's the matter? 】

"Why didn't you use a confinement spell just now? A barrier spell would also work? When the opponent moves very fast, we should always find a way to slow down the opponent."

[I was so angry just now, Professor, that I forgot to use it. 】

In fact, it's not that I forgot to use it, but that I was too lazy to use it - the owl is much faster than Peeves.

"Filius,"

Professor McGonagall interrupted,

"Weasley is just a child. Do you expect her to become a dueling master after learning magic for just one day?"

"Hahaha, I was in a hurry. She learned so fast that I almost forgot that she had only been in school for two days!"

"Boom!"

[Professor McGonagall, I want to learn the Animagus. Is it possible? 】

"No, Weasley,"

Professor McGonagall shook her head.

"It's not time yet. Animagus transformation requires a very high level of magic power from the wizard. Generally, it takes until the wizard is sixteen or seventeen years old before the magic power in the wizard's body can support him to undergo the Animagus transformation."

Mag gently picked up Errol,

"You are still a child. No matter how talented you are, your total magic power is not enough to support your learning of Animagus transformation."

"Furthermore, there is no precedent for animals to undergo Animagus transformation. Your Animagus transformation may not be a human, it may be other animals, so don't put too much hope in this magic. "

Aerol was a little disappointed, and after saying thank you, she flew back to the long table.

She was greeted with applause from all the Gryffindor wizards.

"Look, our hero is back!"

"Oh, Weasley! Well done! You crushed Peeves!"

George, Fred and Elol high-fived each other and shouted happily: "It's a pity that Ron isn't here. If he sees this, even if mom doesn't tell him, he won't dare to provoke you again!"

Ginny pushed a plate of medium-rare steak in front of Errol:

"Ello, are you okay?"

Errol fluttered her feathers,

"Boom!"

[It’s okay, not a single hair fell out. 】

The Ravenclaw side was not so enthusiastic, but the little wizards still had smiles on their faces. After all, no one in the whole school liked Peeves;

The little wizards of Hufflepuff were also applauding. They liked this owl so much, especially when she delivered the letter the day before yesterday and crashed into the potato chip basin. She really shouldn't be too cute;

There was silence on the Slytherin side, no applause, no cheers.

"Hmph, you stupid owl from the pureblood shame family!"

Draco Malfoy said contemptuously,

"I don't know why Gryffindor is so proud!"

"Why don't we just catch her and pluck all her hair,"

Pansy Parkinson, who was next to Malfoy, said sadly,

"I happen to be short of a feather fan. Although the color of this owl's fur is a bit off, there is some magic power in it, so it can barely be used."

Draco Malfoy glanced at her,

"If you want to do it, just do it. I can lend you Goyle and Crabbe."