Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 749 Should she be waiting for her boyfriend?

"Hey!"

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After he figured it out, Fish turned around on the spot...

As a result, nothing happened.

"Why meow?! Is Albus targeting Fish again?!"

Σ(ΦДΦ)
Mao Mao put the pot on Dumbledore's head very skillfully.

Anyway, as long as there is something that I can't figure out, it is mostly caused by this bad grandpa!
"Hmm...could it be Fisch, you are...basically no different from a human being?" Hermione guessed with a strange expression.

Most of the time, she can ignore that Fish is not actually human, but occasionally she still thinks of this fact. Whenever this happens, Hermione feels a little weird...

Especially after she saw some "customs" of the Scots about sheep from a certain book, this feeling became even weirder.

Hermione shook her head, trying her best to dispel that weird mood, Fish was different from those sheep!
Besides, I can become a cat myself!
While Hermione was sorting out his chaotic thoughts, Fish also switched to the cat-man form, and then he tried to switch again.

"Clap!"

Accompanied by an ear-piercing explosion, Fisher turned into a black and white vortex, but when the vortex shrunk halfway inward, it swelled back as if time was going backwards, and then Fisher looked dazed. The ground fell back to its original place.

"Why is Meow like this?! Fish obviously thought of being at that dining table!"

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Mao Mao pointed to the dining table with food in the distance, and shouted dissatisfied.

"Don't worry, Fish." Hermione quickly comforted, "At least in this state, it's not completely unresponsive. Maybe you can successfully Apparate in the form of a cat."

"But like that, Fish can't hold the wand!" Maomao wrinkled his nose, folded his arms and said, "Even if Fish wants to practice casting spells without a wand, the conditions are not allowed, meow!"

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"Isn't there still Apparition class on Saturday?" Hermione said, "You are so good, Fish, I guess you won't need to Apparate with your wand in just a few classes."

"That's right, meow!" Fish nodded as a matter of course, and then stopped dwelling on this question.

Originally, he had decided to wait until after his birthday, so even if he didn't succeed in the end, he wouldn't lose anything... Supper is more important!

Maomao decisively turned its attention to the food not far away, and dragged Hermione a few steps to the dining table.

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The next day, which was Sunday, Fish didn't wait until evening to take Harry and Ron to the principal's office as before. Anyway, there was no class today. He found them with Hermione after breakfast two.

"A new memory?"

Harry's expression was a little troubled... He originally wanted to organize a Quidditch training match on the weekend.

"We can train again in the afternoon." Ron persuaded from the side.

Because during training, he would see Cormac McLaggen who robbed his goalkeeper position, which caused Ron's interest in Quidditch to drop a lot. Although he still likes Quidditch very much, he is not as interested in training as before. He was so focused that he even had the faint thought of avoiding it.

Even Ron himself didn't realize this kind of thought. He just felt that he had lost interest in Quidditch training recently, and mistakenly thought that the courses and training were too tiring, which made him feel a little bored.

So when Fish gave a reason, he couldn't wait to encourage Harry to postpone the training. As for the memories prepared by Dumbledore, he was also curious, but in terms of how interested he was...in fact, he was not .

Harry didn't know his friend's complicated psychology. He was still very interested in learning about Voldemort's past and finding clues to Horcruxes.

So when Ron persuaded him so much, he readily agreed.

The four of them came to the principal's office familiarly. After learning from Phineas where Dumbledore stored the memory bottles, Fish quickly took them out.

Dumbledore did not leave many memory bottles, only two, which seemed to be convenient for Fish to distinguish, and there were labels on the bottles, saying "House-elf-Hokey" and Dumbledore's own name respectively.

"Which cat shall we see first?"

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Fisher, who struggled for a while and was still unable to make a decision, raised the two bottles in front of everyone and asked.

It's possible that Dumbledore's memory saw a fight, but the memory of the first house-elf was equally intriguing to Cat.

"Deng..."

"Watch the house-elves!" Harry was about to start when Hermione cut him off sharply. "Watch the house-elves!" she repeated, nodding emphatically.

Harry and Ron, who wanted to see Dumbledore's memory more, shut their mouths wisely, frightened by Miss Know-it-all's boldness.

Naturally, Fisher would not refuse Hermione's request. He first opened the bottle of memories belonging to Hao Qi, poured the pearly silver substance inside into the Pensieve, and then held the stone basin and shook it gently stand up.

After a while, the four of Fish appeared in the memory of the house elf Hao Qi.

This is a very expensive-looking living room. A very fat and fat old lady is sitting on a chair, holding a small mirror inlaid with jewels, and using a large powder puff to paint her bright red cheeks. with rouge.The flamboyant pink gown spread around her, making her look like a melted ice cream cake.

And the owner of this memory, the house-elf named Hao Qi, was kneeling on the ground at this time, buckling a pair of tight satin shoe buckles on the old lady's fat feet.

She looked older than Kreacher, and she was the thinnest elf Fish had ever seen.

"Hmph!" Hermione sneered dissatisfied.

"Hurry up, Hokey!" said the old lady, who was about the same size as Dudley, domineeringly, "He said to come at four, and it's only two minutes away, and he's never been late."

Then she put away her powder puff, turning her head to admire her face in the mirror from all angles, asking, "How am I?"

"It's beautiful, ma'am," Hao Qi said sharply.

"Puchi!" Although it was impolite to laugh at other people's appearance, Ron couldn't help laughing.

"She should be waiting for her boyfriend, right? Fish saw this cat on TV!"

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Mao Mao pointed to the old lady who was constantly looking in the mirror and arranging her clothes from time to time.

"It's probably like this, and I don't know who has such 'taste'...cough coughcough..." Ron said with a suppressed smile.

After a while, the doorbell rang, and the fat old lady and her elf jumped to their feet.

"Quick, quick, he's coming, Hao Qi!" the old lady screamed, and the elf immediately ran out of the house at a speed that didn't match her appearance at all.

Fish curiously ran out with Hao Qi, Hermione and the others naturally followed.

The room was very crowded, with cabinets displaying lacquer boxes, shelves lined with gilded books, shelves of stars and astrographs, and many lush plants growing in copper vessels... It looked like a magical antique shop. cobbled together with a greenhouse.

Hao Qi skillfully and quickly passed through the gaps between these objects without touching anything.

And Fish and the others don't have to worry about what they will bump into at all, because they who don't belong to this memory can't touch anything here at all.

Hao Qi ran to the door as fast as she could, then tiptoed to unscrew the doorknob.

Standing outside the door was a tall young man, he was wearing a black suit, his hair was a little longer than when he was in school, his cheeks were sunken, and his face was much paler than before, but all these suited him well, and on the contrary made him look He looks more handsome.

This handsome young man was none other than Voldemort in his youth, with his nose and hair, or he could be called Tom Marvolo Riddle.

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　Continuing in Kawen...uncomfortable...

　　The gums are still swollen, and it hurts to eat... I guess I got angry... It's super uncomfortable!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)