Chapter 96 Mouse and Cat (11th Update, Please Subscribe)

Chapter 96 Mouse and Cat (11th update, please subscribe~)

"Crookshanks, Hermione's pet." Harry introduced him with a puzzled look, "I remember you were only afraid of spiders, when did you become afraid of cats?"

Ron stared at Crookshanks and said cautiously: "I'm not afraid of cats, I met it in a pet store."

"Huh?" Harry continued to be puzzled, "You were beaten by a cat?"

Ron was embarrassed and annoyed: "No, how could it be, I didn't, would I be beaten by a cat?"

Crookshanks shook his head and arched into Hermione's arms, purring in dissatisfaction.

"Hermione, you must hold it." Ron took out his mouse while watching, "Scabbers has been in a bad state since returning from Egypt."

It became thinner, more listless, with dry fur like weeds, and looked sick.

"I went to the pet store to check it out, and the clerk said it was fine, maybe it was too old." Ron sighed and poked Scabbers' head.

All his things are second-hand.

Pets are no exception.

But pets are different from ordinary objects after all. Living things are easy to develop feelings.

Scabbers is ugly and even disabled, with a missing toe, but it has lived for more than two years. It is emotionally unacceptable for Ron to watch it die.

"Just when I was about to buy mouse tonic, this abominable cat pounced on me and almost ate Scabbers!" Ron gritted his teeth, "Fortunately, Scabbers was smart and ran away. I searched for a long time before I found it."

Hermione was stunned, and her eyes fell on the book she had just read.

It is natural for a cat to catch a mouse.

But the words she had just seen kept circling in her mind, making her vaguely feel that something was wrong.

She looked at Harry again, and his expression didn't change. He asked with concern, "How old is Scabbers?"

Ron was stunned, frowned and shook his head, "I don't know, but it was Bill's pet a long time ago. Bill gave it to Percy, and Percy gave Scabbers to me after he became a prefect and had an owl."

"That's at least thirteen years." Harry said with some emotion, "As a mouse, it's long enough."

Ron didn't notice anything wrong, sighed, and looked at Hermione, "At least let Scabbers die of old age, don't let it die in Crookshanks' mouth."

Hermione opened her mouth and wanted to say something.

Harry raised his hand and poked Crookshanks' head, "Did you hear me? Don't do anything to Scabbers."

Crookshanks grinned, his beard twitched, and meowed unwillingly, turned his head, and nudged into Hermione's arms again.

The cat's life in the future is a bit bleak.

Meet such a dangerous person.

They talked for a while, and Ron waved his hand and wanted to go home first.

"Scabbers may not be an ordinary mouse!" When Ron's figure disappeared from sight, Hermione held Crookshanks' head and spoke impatiently.

"I know." Harry nodded, thought for a while, took out a few pieces of owl rations from his pocket, and handed them to Crookshanks, "What do you think it might be?"

Hermione frowned.

Crookshanks turned his head in disdain and sniffed. The smell was somewhat attractive.

It paused, pawed, and swept the rations into its mouth.

The cat's eyes lit up instantly.

Stepping on Hermione's knees, it jumped into Harry's arms, nudged him with its head in a flattering manner, and swept its tail, looking very happy.

"I still like your rebellious look just now." Harry teased Crookshanks.

Aunt Petunia's craftsmanship can always accurately subdue these magical creatures.

Hermione flipped through the book.

As the sky gradually darkened, she put the book down in disappointment: "I didn't find it. Scabbers doesn't seem to have any characteristics of a magical creature. He looks like an ordinary squirrel."

"Why do you think it must be a magical animal?" Harry rubbed Crookshanks' belly. It lay with its belly exposed and snored. "Maybe he could be something else."

"He?" Hermione was stunned. This is a personal word for a male. "You mean he could be an Animagus?"

Harry nodded.

"Is this... unlikely?" Hermione hesitated. "Scabbers has been a pet for thirteen years."

"Mice can't live that long, but people can." Harry stroked Crookshanks' tail. "You have to try to trust your pet."

Crookshanks meowed lazily and echoed his words.

"But if a wizard stays in the Animagus state for too long, he is likely to be assimilated by the Animagus and eventually become a real beast." Hermione frowned.

She followed Harry and had some understanding of Animagus.

"Who knows?" Harry lowered his head and took out the amulet, "but it should be harmless, and no malice is sensed."

"And it has been in the Weasley family for thirteen years. If it wanted to do something, it would have done it long ago."

Hermione nodded in agreement: "It couldn't have expected that the Weasley family would win a big prize thirteen years later."

It's not worth it to work so hard just for a few hundred gold galleons.

They chatted for a while, and Hermione left with Crookshanks.

Harry had a drink at the Leaky Cauldron and borrowed the fireplace to go back.

The day of school finally arrived as Professor Flitwick was looking forward to it.

On the evening of August 31st.

The door was knocked.

Professor Flitwick opened the door, and a group of Aurors filed in, led by an old acquaintance, Scrimgeour, who had met him once at Hogwarts.

"What are you doing here?" Flitwick frowned, "I haven't received any notice from the Ministry of Magic."

Scrimgeour waved his hand and said with a smile: "My dear Professor Flitwick, relax a little, we are here to protect Mr. Potter."

"After all, you know that the man escaped, and his target is likely to be Potter."

Harry poked his head out and looked at him calmly: "The Ministry of Magic is coming to protect my safety? Are you sure?"

Scrimgeour's eyelids trembled, thinking of what happened in the castle this year, but he still nodded: "Of course."

"In terms of strength, I can protect your safety, right?" Harry didn't give him any face, "Mr. Scrimgeour, these Aurors..."

"This is an order from the Ministry of Magic." Scrimgeour interrupted him, trying to save his last bit of face.

"I'm not Professor Dumbledore." Harry waved his wand, and the floor surged like waves.

Except for a few Aurors who held their wands and could barely keep themselves standing, about half of them didn't have time to react, fell to the ground, and were sent out by Harry rolling.

"Look." Harry spread his hands, his face full of innocence.

Scrimgeour shook his head: "Mr. Potter, the Ministry of Magic needs to make others believe that we are protecting you."

"For the sake of our joint fight against the basilisk..."

Harry whispered: "Mr. Scrimgeour, are you going to issue me a commission?"

Scrimgeour was stunned.

The scene of Harry and Snape bargaining emerged in his mind, and he nodded with a hard heart: "If this is okay."