Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 9 The daily life of McGonagall's house
At five o'clock in the morning, when it was still daylight outside, Professor Minerva McGonagall woke up according to her own habits. She turned over and sat up on the bed, picked up the magic wand placed by the bed and waved it lightly, hanging on the The emerald green robe and black pointed hat on the hanger flew over together, and they were automatically put on her body.

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

This is something that can't be helped. Before Fisher's schedule is adjusted, this little guy will run around at night, and Professor McGonagall must 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 "creaking" sound while walking.

At this time, the house elves from Hogwarts had already prepared a sumptuous breakfast and placed them neatly on the table in the dining room on the first floor.

"Good morning, Professor McGonagall."

Comey, who was putting the clutter back into their place, greeted Professor McGonagall with a high-pitched voice.

"Hello, Comey."

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

That little guy Fish was really mischievous last night.

It's been a while since she and Fish moved into their old house, but there hasn't 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 still mainly nocturnal.

Of course, this is also related to the fact that Professor McGonagall is busy with work and doesn't have much time to educate him.

Or wait until after the holiday, and then teach him well.

Professor McGonagall sighed helplessly again, thinking secretly.

There is still more than half a year before the end of this semester. Although there are Christmas and Easter holidays in between, Professor McGonagall, as the dean of Gryffindor, must stay at the school and manage those students who choose to study abroad. Occasionally, I have time to visit Hogsmeade, but I can't stay for too long.

"It's time for me to go to school, remember not to 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 Fish in the house, but judging from the character Fish has shown so far, Professor McGonagall dare not let him out...

That would be a disaster.

Not to mention that there is a post office in Hogsmeade village, which has more than 200 owls. Although Fish has already developed the habit of eating cooked food, who knows if he will go hunting again on a whim? owl.

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

Comey the house-elf shrieked in defense of Fish, who was basically telling the truth, apart from being influenced by his affinity for animals.

Most of the time during the day, Fish spent sleeping, occasionally waking up to eat something, and then entertaining himself to find something to vent his energy, and he had no intention of going out for a stroll.

Most cats are quite homely by nature, even stray cats like Fish, after having a shelter, they don't want to wander around.

Before Fish would run around, it was purely because no one could catch him. Before he knew the benefits of being a shit shoveler, as a cautious kitten, if he saw someone trying to catch him, he would naturally resisted and fled.

"Meow~~~~~~"

Around nine o'clock in the morning, Fish, who was lying on the pillow in a weird sleeping position, opened his misty eyes.

He twisted his body and stood up from the pillow. Fish pouted his buttocks and stretched his waist. After stepping on the pillow a few times with his four little paws, he squatted down and began the routine steps of licking his paws and washing his face.

After all of this was done, Fish jumped off the bed and quickly ran 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 rushed into the room without stopping. Among the restaurants.

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

"Meow!" (Comy!)
Fish in human form landed lightly on the chair, patting the empty dining table with a pair of small hands, calling out the name of the house elf.

And Comey quickly delivered the saved breakfast to the dining table.

"Meow!"

Fish cheered happily, reached out to grab a fried fish on the table, and stuffed it into his mouth with a very heroic manner.

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

Compared with cats, it is true that human teeth are more suitable for chewing food. Fisch, who is extremely persistent in eating, quickly accepted this eating method. Of course, he only becomes human when eating now.

In addition...

Fisher is still naked now.

In fact, Professor McGonagall gave him a set of clothes, but Fish found it uncomfortable and took them off again.

After all, he has always been naked, and he doesn't like wearing anything outside at all.

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

After wolfing down the breakfast on the table, Fish began to lick his oily hands. After licking a few times and found that he didn't feel very comfortable, he opened his squinted eyes and looked at the pair of white and tender hands in front of him. paw".

"Meow?"

Curling his lips in distaste, Fish turned back into a cat's appearance, and then continued his paw licking business.

After licking a pair of little paws clean, Fish jumped out of the chair in satisfaction, raised his long tail, and started his daily patrol of the territory.

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

During the inspection, Fish found some good-looking stool legs or wooden cabinets and sharpened their claws, and added some new claw marks to them.

Then he went to attack Comey again, but even if Comey was slapped, he just stood there stupidly, meaningless at all. Push the bottles and cans on the table to the ground.

Seeing Comey scrambling to clean up the mess, Fish's interest became even higher.

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

Amidst Comey's screams, Fish, having had enough fun, flicked his tail and let the poor house-elf go.

After looking around the whole house, Fish came to the balcony, found an empty flower pot, got in, and began to take a nap.

Although it's winter now, you can still get some sunshine occasionally on the balcony, and the cold wind outside is nothing to Fish.

Moreover, the size of this flower pot is very in line with Fisch's wishes, and it is one of his favorite places to sleep besides the pillow.

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

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

After squinting in the flower pot for a while, Fish jumped out of it and wandered around the villa again.

Look here, scratch there, and from time to time, gnaw a couple of teeth on the stool legs and the like, and when Comey is not paying attention, he suddenly rushes to him and pats him, and then quickly slips away...

After venting his energy with the above methods, Fish went back into the flower pot and continued to sleep.

Repeating the above behaviors over and over again, except for meowing twice when he was hungry, and asking Comey to present food to him, this was basically how Fish spent his day.

The life of a cat is so unpretentious and boring.

However, Fisch enjoys it.

"Click."

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

Fish, who was taking a nap by the stove, straightened up in an instant, and ran towards Professor McGonagall, who had just returned from Hogwarts.

"Meow~"

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

"Okay, okay, little guy."

Professor McGonagall, who was tired all day, giggled happily while avoiding Fish's slightly scratchy little tongue.

She held Fish under his armpit and lifted him up, kissing the little cat on the head.

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

Feeling healed, Professor McGonagall walked towards the restaurant with a smile in his arms holding Fish.

And Comey served today's dinner just in time.

In the next second, Professor McGonagall's good mood disappeared.

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

"Meow~" (ω)
"Don't pretend you don't understand what I'm saying!"

"Meow~" (ω)
"You can't have dinner without clothes!"

"Meow!" (=ΦдΦ=)
"Come back to me! Where do you want to run with food in your mouth?!"

Then, there was a sound of ping-pong-pong chasing in the villa, one after another of meowing, Professor McGonagall's growling, and the faint bang of the house-elf hitting his head against the wall.

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

　As soon as I got home today, I saw Zhongyuan running around in the living room. I observed it and found that it should be attacking mosquitoes...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)