The Druid Master of Hogwarts

At five o'clock in the morning, when it was still bright outside, Professor Minerva McGonagall woke up according to her own habits. She rolled over and sat up from the bed, picked up the wand on the head of the bed and waved it gently, hanging it on the bed. The emerald green robe and the black pointed hat on the hanger flew over together and automatically put it on her body.

Putting away the wand in his hand and putting on his square glasses, Professor McGonagall cleaned up his personal hygiene in the bathroom before unscrewing his locked door.

This is also something that can't be helped. Before he adjusted Feish's schedule, this little guy ran around at night, and Professor McGonagall had to ensure enough sleep to cope with the day's work.

Professor McGonagall walked along the wooden stairs to the first floor, because the time was a little long, and the stairs made a "creaky" sound while walking.

At this time, the house-elves from Hogwarts had prepared a hearty breakfast and placed them neatly on the dining table on the first floor.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall."

Comey, who was putting the clutter back in their place, greeted Professor McGonagall in a sharp voice.

"Hello, Comey."

Professor McGonagall nodded to the house-elf, then looked at the tossed furniture around, and sighed helplessly.

That little fellow Fish was really naughty again last night.

She and Fish have moved into their old house for a while, but there has not been much progress in Fish's education.

This child still likes to run around in the form of a cat, and even his daily routine is mainly nocturnal.

Of course, this is also related to Professor McGonagall's busy work and not much time to educate him.

Let's wait until after the holiday to teach him properly.

Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly again, thinking to herself.

There is still more than half a year before the end of this semester, although there are still Christmas and Easter holidays in between, but Professor McGonagall, the dean of Gryffindor, must stay in the school and manage those students who choose to stay in the school, even if Occasionally have time to stroll around Hogsmeade, but not too long.

"It's time for me to go to school, don't let Fish run around."

After breakfast, Professor McGonagall wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and explained to Comey.

Although it seems unfair to him to keep Fisch in the house all the time, judging from Fisch's current character, Professor McGonagall does not dare to let him out...

That would be a disaster.

Not to mention that there is a post office in Hogsmeade village, and there are more than 200 owls in it. Although Fish has developed the habit of eating cooked food by her now, who knows if he will run away on a whim. Hunt owls.

"Don't worry, Professor McGonagall, Master Feixu is still very good most of the time!"

House-elf Comey screeched in defense of Fish, except that he was influenced by animal affinity, and he was basically telling the truth.

For most of the day, Fish spent most of the day sleeping. Occasionally he woke up to eat something, and then found something to vent his energy. He had no intention of going out for a walk.

Most cats are still relatively stagnant by nature. Even a stray cat like Feish has lost his stray thoughts after finding a place to live.

Before Feixu would run around, it was purely because no one could catch him. Before he knew the benefits of having a shit shovel, as a cautious kitten, when someone wanted to catch him, he would naturally Resist and flee.

"Meow~~~~~~"

About nine o'clock in the morning, Fisch, who was lying on the pillow in a strange sleeping position, opened his misty eyes.

As soon as he twisted his body and stood up from the pillow, Fei Xu stretched his butt and stretched his waist. After stepping on the pillow a few times with his four little paws,

He just squatted down and started the routine step of licking his paw and washing his face.

After all this was done, Fei Xu jumped off the bed and quickly rushed out of the room. After a few vertical jumps, he stepped on the handrail of the stairs and quickly fell to the first floor, and then he kept rushing in. in the restaurant.

As soon as he entered the dining room, Fish jumped high and jumped to a chair beside the dining table. At the same time, his body swelled rapidly and turned into a human appearance.

"Meow!" (Comy!)

The humanoid Fischer landed lightly on the chair, patting the empty dining table with a pair of small hands, and shouting the name of the house elf.

And Comey quickly brought the saved breakfast to the table.

"Meow!"

Feishu cheered happily, reached out and grabbed a fried fish on the table, and stuffed it into his mouth with a very heroic aura.

If Professor McGonagall has made any progress during this time, it is that Fish has finally gotten used to eating in human form.

Compared with cats, it is true that human teeth are more suitable for chewing food. Fish, who is very persistent in eating, quickly accepts this way of eating. Of course, he only turns into a human shape when he eats.

in addition……

Fisher is still naked now.

In fact, Professor McGonagall gave him a suit, but Fish found it uncomfortable to wear, so he took it off.

After all, he has always been naked, and he doesn't like putting something on the outside at all.

Comey looked at the naked Fish for a while, then silently walked to the corner and started banging his head against the wall.

After gobbling down the breakfast on the table, Fei Xu began to lick his oily hands. After licking a few times, he found that it seemed uncomfortable, and then he opened his narrowed eyes and looked at the pair of white and tender people in front of him." paw".

"Meow?"

With a distasteful pouting, Fish changed back to the appearance of a cat, and then continued his paw-licking career.

After licking a pair of small claws clean, Fishh jumped out of the chair with satisfaction, raised his long tail, and began his daily patrol of the territory.

That is to say, walk the house up and down.

During the tour, Fish found a few good-looking stool legs or wooden cabinets, etc., and sharpened their claws, adding some new claw marks to them.

Then he sneaked up on Comey again, but even if Comey was slapped, he just stood there stupidly, meaningless at all. After fiddling a few times, he gave up in boredom and turned to go. Push the bottles and jars on the table to the ground.

Seeing Comey scrambling to clean up the mess, Fish was more intrigued.

"Master Fisher! Don't fall! Don't fall! Professor McGonagall will be angry when he comes back!"

At Comey's screams, Fish, who had had enough, flicked his tail and spared the poor house-elf.

After walking around the whole house, Fei Xu came to the balcony, found an empty flower pot and got into it, and began to take a nap.

Although it was winter now, I could occasionally get some sunshine on the balcony, and the cold wind outside was nothing to Fish.

And the size of this flower pot is very suitable for Fish, and it is one of his favorite sleeping places besides pillows.

Generally speaking, cats' sleep time is relatively long and fragmented, but most of the sleep time of cats is actually in a state of light sleep, and it is easy to be awakened.

It's just that Fisher's situation is special. He doesn't need to sleep as long as ordinary people, so now he is more of a habit and a hobby.

After staring at the flowerpot for a while, Fish jumped out of it and wandered around the villa again.

Look here, scratch there, nibble on the legs of stools and the like from time to time, and when Comey isn't paying attention, suddenly run up to him and pat him, and then quickly slip away...

After venting his energy in the above-mentioned method, Feishu got back into the flowerpot and continued to sleep.

Repeating the above behavior over and over again, except for meowing twice when he was hungry, and asking Comey to serve himself food, this is basically how Fish lived during the day.

The life of a cat is so unpretentious and boring.

But Fisher was in it.

"Click."

At night, the door of the villa was opened from the outside.

Fish, who was resting beside the stove, stood up instantly and ran towards Professor McGonagall who had just returned from Hogwarts.

"Meow~"

Fish jumped into Professor McGonagall's arms, put his front paws on her collar, stood upright, and stuck out his little tongue to lick her face.

"Okay okay, little guy."

Professor McGonagall giggled happily while avoiding Fish's scratchy tongue after a tiring day.

She lifted Fish up by his armpit and kissed the kitten on the head.

"Come on, let's go to dinner."

Professor McGonagall, who felt cured, smiled and hugged Fish and walked towards the restaurant.

And Comey made dinner just in time.

The next second, Professor McGonagall's good mood disappeared.

"Fish! Why did you take your clothes off again? Go and put them on!"

"Meow~" (??ω??)

"Don't pretend you don't understand what I'm saying!"

"Meow~" (??ω??)

"There is no supper without clothes!"

"Meow!" (=ΦдΦ=)

"Come back for me! Where do you want to run with food in your mouth?!"

Then, there was a ping-pong-pong chase in the villa, cat meowing, Professor McGonagall's growl, and the faint thud of house-elves hitting their heads against the wall.

Today's Mag's house is as lively as ever.