The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"Fish! Look! We've got flying lessons starting this week!"

It's the start of a new week, red-haired 4 Ron Weasley bluffs early in the morning, pointing to a bulletin posted in the common room.

Immediately after him, he showed an expression of disgust, "It's really unlucky to be taking flying lessons with Slytherin."

But Fish couldn't feel the same. He didn't know what flying lessons were, and he didn't hate Slytherin students.

However, amid the chatter of the surrounding humans, Fish gradually understood what the flying class was all about, that is, a class that taught people how to fly on a broomstick.

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

I had the impression that I once tore a book with a human riding a broom on the cover to shreds. When Minerva came back, she was furious, not only scolded him, but also punished him for thinking about it.

But in the end, he was let Meng mix pass.

"You must be talking about Quidditch!" Ron gushed a little when he talked about this. "That's the best sport in the world! There's no wizard who doesn't love this!"

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

It's just that Fish isn't interested in Quidditch or broomsticks, and he's in a hurry to go to the Great Hall for breakfast.

After arriving at the auditorium, it was obviously a lot more noisy than usual. The other three colleges also received notices of flying lessons. The first-year freshmen were all excitedly discussing this topic, and the senior students also hurry up to intervene. After a few words, he left quickly and rushed to class.

"Give."

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

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

After some private discussion, now they take turns preparing food for Fish and letting him eat it on his fork.

"Fish, are you sure about flying lessons?"

Hermione, who had never been in contact with broomsticks, had been very nervous ever since she knew she was going to have flying lessons. She kept looking for a little Muggle-born wizard like herself to talk to, so as to find a balance.

After seeing Fei Xu, she also subconsciously asked.

"I don't know, I haven't flown before." (￣～￣)

With a fork in his hand and chewing beef in his mouth, Fisch replied vaguely that after a week of campus life, he also 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 injured."

"Ugh... that's great... Animagus..."

Hermione, who had failed to find a balance, wrinkled her face, thinking whether it would be better for her to learn an Animagus too.

In the midst of such a commotion, time came to Thursday in the blink of an eye.

Today's breakfast was a very finely cut lamb chop prepared for Fish by Parvati Patil, who had dark skin and a little frieze on his forehead.

Fischer was nibbling on the lamb chops happily, and there was a small muttering sound in his ears. It was Hermione Rattooth who was reciting the contents of "The Magic of Quidditch" in a low voice, "The Magic of Quidditch". The Odd Ball is the book that Fish tore apart.

"Books alone won't teach you how to fly properly, Miss Mousetooth."

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

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

"My mother sent some more candy, and I brought some for you to taste."

Malfoy spoke slowly to Fish.

In addition to Gryffindor's little lion, students from other academies would come over from time to time to give Fish something to eat, and Malfoy, who always received snacks from home, joined after a few days of restraint. Come in.

"Oh! Thank you, Brain Gate!" (●?ω?●)

With bright eyes, Fisch quickly opened the bag, grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

Malfoy's arrogant face suddenly collapsed, "I'd rather you call me Draco if you can."

"Okay, brain gate, no problem, brain gate."

In fact, the names of these people are easy to remember, 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, and has been directly replaced by No. 2 and No. 3.

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

While Malfoy was still trying to keep Fish from calling his braingate, an owl flew over the long table in Gryffindor and dropped a small package in front of Neville, who was trying to listen to Hermione.

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

"It's a memory ball!" Neville explained to the group. "Grandma knows I'm always out of memory—it'll tell you if there's something you forgot to do. Look, you hold it tight, like this , if it turns red..."

As Neville spoke, he picked up the memory ball and planned to demonstrate to everyone.

As a result, a furry paw suddenly slapped over from the side, and slapped the memory ball in his hand down.

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

As a purebred kitten, Fish couldn't refuse a shiny glass ball, so when he saw Neville open the bag, Fish's eyes were fixed on the memory ball, and after observing for a while , seized the opportunity to transform into a cat form, and threw it out of Neville's hands.

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

After the victim Neville found out that it was Fish, he immediately had no opinion, and let Fish play with the memory ball there. Remove his plate so Fish can have more fun.

"If you like to play ball, I can ask my dad to find you something better."

Malfoy, who was left out in the cold, was very upset. He raised his voice, trying to get Fish's attention, but Fish was so addicted to playing that he didn't hear it at all.

"You don't need your father, your brain looks pretty rounded."

Ron sneered without hesitation when he saw Malfoy deflated.

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

Compared with Malfoy, Ron's eloquence was still too weak, and he was immediately choked up by Malfoy's retort.

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

"what happened?"

Professor McGonagall caught sight of Fish who had made a mess of the Gryffindor table.

"Fish! You're not giving me a good meal! Five points from Gryffindor!"

However, the deducting points that the professors have always used has no effect on Fish at all, and even the other Gryffindor students have a flat attitude, and only Hermione secretly made up her mind to plan elsewhere Make up for the points that Fisher has deducted.

While Professor McGonagall was scolding Fish, Malfoy and his two henchmen had already slipped away.

"Meow~"? ●ω●?

Fisch, who was pinched by the back of his neck and lifted by Professor McGonagall, let out a soft cry, and the hearts of the little witches nearby were heartbroken.

The tried-and-true Professor McGonagall was unmoved. She glanced at the students around her with stern eyes, and pointed to the glass ball that Fish had just slapped around and asked, "Whose is this?"

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

Neville raised his hand tremblingly and explained in a low voice, "This is the memory ball my grandma prepared for me. I always throw it away..."

As a student of Neville, Professor McGonagall is no stranger to his impressive memory.

"Put away what's yours," Professor McGonagall said with a frown, and then put Fish on the chair, "Come back to me and have a good meal!"

"I want a ball too!"

Fish, who changed back into a human form, stood on the chair and tugged Professor McGonagall's arm coquettishly.

"Don't you have several balls at home? You left it in the corner after playing a few times, and that poor puffball was killed by you in less than three days of playing!"

Professor McGonagall pulled out his arm, and when he pressed Fisher's head, he rubbed it in a mess, rubbing Fish's fluffy silver hair into a mess.

"Ugh..."

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

So enviable!

Although Fishh would occasionally let them touch their heads, he still couldn't be as reckless as Professor McGonagall.

Under the influence of Fish, there were more and more little wizards who wanted to become Animagus and become cats to get close to him.

Fei Xu didn't know that he had motivated a group of young wizards again, and under the reminder of Professor McGonagall, he tilted his head and began to recall.

"Is there?"

In my memory... it seems like there was such a thing, but after those balls were thrown by him for a while, they were thrown aside, and now I don't know where they went.

As for that velvet...

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

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

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