[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

Within a day, the whole of Hogwarts knew that there was a beautiful bird in the infirmary.

The young and lively little ghosts rushed to the school doctor's room almost after class, and then extended their hands to Sandra with a look of admiration.

After an afternoon, Sandra felt that her hair was about to be bald by them.

Fox stood at the window of the school doctor's office and knocked on the window with ease.Madam Pomfrey opened the window and Fox flew in. Fox held a small glass bottle containing a silver-white liquid in his mouth and handed it to Madam Pomfrey, then fell on Sandra's hospital bed and yelled at her with his head tilted. A few times, as if asking how she felt.

Sandra subconsciously responded twice.A series of melodious and crisp birdsong overflowed from her throat, as graceful as a song.

"Unicorn blood? Did Headmaster Dumbledore give it to you?"

Madam Pomfrey's complexion changed a little when she saw the small glass bottle that Fox gave her, and she asked Fox directly.

Fox shook his head, flapped his wings and chirped a few times towards Madam Pomfrey. Madam Pomfrey thought for a while before asking: "You came to find the unicorn yourself?"

Fox nodded and flapped his wings at Sandra again, looking at Sandra with his head tilted expectantly.

Sandra shook her head as if she understood something instantly.Her body injury is not good now, although she is a little careless, but she still feels sorry for her life, if she goes out to wander around at this time, she will die suddenly in the sky on the way back.

Fox looked disappointed, lowered his head and moved aside in aggrieved manner, then stretched out his paw to signal Sandra to look over.Only then did Sandra realize that there was a piece of letterhead tied to his paw, and the attitude of looking at Fox should be for her.

Stretching her neck to untie the ribbon, Sandra used her beak to push aside the rolled up letterhead, reading Dumbledore's slanted, circled lettering with some difficulty.

The general idea is nothing, that is, Dumbledore said that Tim asked him to help tell her what she asked them to do, so she didn't have to worry.

Thank goodness that's fine.

Sandra breathed a sigh of relief, afraid that if she couldn't go back to the pet store for a few days, the little troubles would starve herself to death, especially under the pampering of Daphne and her, these ghosts were more difficult to serve, and Picky and squeamish, she was really afraid that these guys would starve herself to death because she could no longer.

"Maybe unicorn blood can help you...you wait for me here, don't run around."

Madam Pomfrey was relieved when Fawkes admitted that he had asked the unicorn for blood.After all, although unicorn blood is a very precious medicinal material, if unicorns are maliciously killed or injured because of this, then their blood is also quite cursed for users.If it were given voluntarily, this would not be the case.

Madam Pomfrey walked out with the unicorn blood.She asked Professor Snape to make this bottle of unicorn blood into a potion that Sandra could use. Although the potion could not eradicate the curse in essence, it could still have a certain curb effect on the curse.

After Sandra expressed her willingness not to go out to play with herself, Fox flapped her wings regretfully and pushed open the unlocked window and flew out, while Sandra lay quietly on the soft hospital bed and planned to start sleeping up.

After all, she is a sick patient, and today she was surrounded by curious little animals for a long time, so it is time to rest.

And what she didn't think of at all, what she needs to worry about is not the difficult little ancestors in the pet shop, but the boss who helps her take care of the little ancestors.

Tim appears in the pet store as an ordinary person.He mentioned to Connor that he was going to help Sandra look after the store, but a group of Titans all enthusiastically expressed their curiosity about the work of the new teammates, and strongly asked Tim to take them there too.

If you think about it with your toes, it must be Bart who spread this matter throughout Titan.

While glaring at Bart calmly, Tim still took them to the pet shop.

Originally, he wanted to protect Sandra's secret identity as an excuse to prevent them from following, but for this reason, Cassie showed her chat records with Sandra and Sandra's warm invitation that she could go there when she was free. When the cat was completely untenable, Sandra almost revealed all her old background and told Cassie.

But obviously, taking care of pets is not an easy task for a boy like Tim who even needs the care of an old housekeeper.And when he has a group of pets that fly in the sky, run on the ground, and swim in the water to take care of, this not easy thing becomes a rather tricky thing.

Tim is holding an open can of cat food in his hand and confronts the coals jumping on the cat aisle at the edge of the ceiling.The black cat with a cut in its ear is arching its back and watching Tim vigilantly against the corner, pulling its ears and baring its teeth, showing a threat that is self-evident, obviously dismissive of Tim's canned cat strategy .

The t-shirt he was wearing was covered with cat and dog fur, and his neatly combed hair was also scattered because of the fierce struggle with the cats and dogs just now.Tim stared at the blue eyes and the coal eyes, and he couldn't take down this cunning and sensitive cat after tossing for a long time. Tim couldn't help being frustrated and gnashing his teeth and said: "You are honest! Come down and have a good meal, how about I leave after you finish eating."

Coal ignored him, bared its teeth and let out a deep growl at him.

"Haven't you done it yet, Tim?"

Cassie asked while stroking the softly screaming puppet cat in her arms.

"No." When Tim said this, he already had a faint taste of gnashing his teeth, and Dugo landed on the edge of the coal, making a rattling sound as if mocking him.

"You scared him, Tim."

Connor flew over with a Labrador cub and a golden retriever cub in his arms, and said this to the helpless and angry Tim with some reproach.

"Did I scare it?" Tim turned his head sharply, looking at Connor with eyes that made Connor feel like he would pull a piece of kryptonite from anywhere on his body and stuff it into his mouth.

"Are you sure I scared it and not it scared me?"

Tim, who rarely showed his irritable, frantic and helpless side, asked Connor aggressively.

Connor, who always felt that his crazy partner might pull out any kind of lethal weapon from his body and throw it at the next person who answered his words, kept a certain distance from Tim vigilantly.

Tim, who didn't want Connor to answer his own question, turned his head again, gritted his teeth at the coal and said, "I'll give you two choices, come down and finish this can, or I'll catch you and feed you to finish this can. "

"Meow!"

The only answer to Tim was the fierce meowing of Coal's refusal to cooperate.

Tim took out the rope from the universal belt with no expression on his face, and Connor didn't want to know why the universal belt, which he had taken off, reappeared on Tim's waist.

The former Street Fighter cat dexterously dodged the rope thrown by Tim. Du Ge, afraid of being affected, quickly flapped his wings and flew away, and then flew towards the crow with the most magical fluctuations on his body, and kept taking his head Rubbing the crow's arm, obediently trying to get more nuts from her hand.

Coal jumped straight into the air and stepped on Tim's head, and then used it as a pedal to use his hind legs to pounce on Connor who was suspended beside him.Connor didn't expect that the coal would come directly towards him, so he quickly freed up a hand to catch it, but he didn't expect that the coal just used him as a pedal, and after borrowing the force from Connor's palm, he jumped directly to the ceiling hanging down. On the chandelier, he looked down at Tim condescendingly, with a bit of complacency in his golden cat eyes.

Tim thought the cat was just as grumpy as Damian.Just as he was about to take some special actions, his eyes caught a three-coloured cat crawling along the cat aisle between the ceiling and the wall, squatting on the side of the chandelier with its green eyes. coal is ready to go.

"Meow!"

A shrill meow sounded, and the chandelier shook violently. Connor quickly flew higher to fix the chandelier to prevent it from falling.And Sanhua, who slapped the coal off with one slap, jumped down immediately, stepping on the tail of the coal and gave him a series of slaps.

As the two big cat tyrants in the pet shop, Coal and Sanhua often fight each other, but because Sanhua is in the prime of life and is a fierce female cat, as a cat whose balls have been removed but still has a bad temper Although the tomcat's coal is also very good at beating, the number of times Sanhua is pressed to the ground and beaten is much higher than the number of times Sanhua is beaten by him.

The other cats, dogs, and parrots tacitly avoided the three flowers and coals that were wrestling together, for fear of suffering unintended disasters.The fight between Sanhua and Coal did not last long.Soon Coal folded the plane's ears and raised its back intimidatingly while backing away, then retreated from Sanhua's attack range and ran to the cat climbing frame. A cat squatted and sulked.

Sanhua may be of the blood of a long-haired cat. The coat on her body is fluffy and thick, so it is difficult for coal to hurt the flesh under the coat. The fur also provides her with a nice cushion when taking damage.In contrast, as a short-haired cat, Coal is more likely to feel pain and is more likely to be injured, so Coal is often the one who loses first in the beating process with Sanhua.

Sanhua casually licked her paws, and swept over Tim arrogantly with a rather tender tender green/cat's eyes, full of breath, "You hot chicken can't even handle a cat, you want me to do it myself ", then turned around and walked gracefully to the place where Tim put down the canned cat food, leaned down on his stomach, and ate small mouthfuls elegantly and quickly.

Tim, who was despised by the two cats, felt a little tired. When he pulled out a chair and was about to sit down, he didn't notice that there was a cat lying on the chair and almost sat on him.

Feeling physically and mentally exhausted, Tim let out a long sigh and collapsed on the chair. He only felt that he was not so tired when he was negotiating a stalemate cooperation project with others.

There was a warm and wet feeling on the hanging fingers, and Tim quickly withdrew his hand, and saw a fluffy white Samoyed cub sitting on the ground with its head tilted and looking at him innocently. He stood up wagging his tail quite happily when he saw it, and kept licking Tim's fingertips quite enthusiastically.

Flipping his wrist, he dragged the Samoyed's stomach quite easily and lifted it up and put it on his lap.It's just that the little Samoyed was obviously not satisfied with such treatment, stepped on Tim's stomach and climbed all the way to his chest, and then tried to lick his cheeks and chin.

The slender fingers dipped into the snow-white soft fur and stroked gently. Tim instantly felt that his heart, which was hurt by the cats just now, was healed by the dog. However, Cassie's words made him collapse in the next second. Chair trying to play dead.

"Who will wash the dog and cat food bowls in the kitchen?"

After discovering that cats and dogs in the pet shop are almost unwilling to eat dog food, cat food and canned food, the Titans rummaged through boxes and cabinets before using Sandra’s leftover fish cakes and ingredients in the refrigerator to make food in a hurry. Barely satisfy these old men.Although all the animals were equally stubborn and refused to touch a grain of solid food when it came to eating, at least they gave Connor a face to eat the cooked food, even though the parrots were quite angry Stealing their food, now refuses to get close to Bart who is trying to tease them.

But the question now is who should wash the food bowls piled up like a mountain?

That's a good question, and Tim slumps back in his chair and decides it's better to play dead.