Master Druid at Hogwarts

Chapter 88 Quidditch Competition

The Halloween dinner was forced to end after only one start, which made Fish very unhappy.Although he went to the kitchen to find Comey and the others to make up for a meal, the feeling was still different.

Fortunately, there are snacks from various professors, which can soothe Fisch's wounded little heart.

Especially the special candy given by Professor Youtou, which tasted so exciting that he ate it up that night.

"Little fat man, when is the next banquet?"

Fish, who didn't want to go out because of the cold weather, rolled on the bed, rolled himself into a cat roll with the quilt, and turned his head to ask Neville on the bed next to him.

"That'll have to wait until Christmas."

Neville, who also wrapped himself in a quilt, replied: "However, Christmas is a holiday, and most people will choose to go home, so the number of people at the Christmas banquet may be relatively small."

"Meow! Christmas!" (●ω●)
But at this time, Fish didn't care about the number of people, because he also had the impression of Christmas, and when this festival came, he could receive a lot of gifts.

With banquets and presents, Fish is already looking forward to Christmas.

"When is it Christmas? Can't you start meowing early?"

"Of course not," Neville replied dumbfounded, "Christmas is still nearly two months away."

"Meow... It's still so long... Boring meow!"

Desperate, Fish shrank his head, retracted his whole body into the bed, and then changed back into the cat form and began to sleep.

As long as he was asleep, time would pass so fast, so Christmas would come sooner, wouldn't it?

With such expectations, Fish gradually fell asleep.

……

Temperatures in England are dropping even further as Halloween passes.

The mountains near Hogwarts and the trees in the Forbidden Forest were covered with frost, and the surface of the Black Lake was completely frozen. Occasionally, some little wizards would skate and play on it, but most of the time, there was nothing outside the castle. There are few people.

Because the weather is really too cold, and there is no snow, only frost, there is nothing fun outside.

Fish also further reduced his time for going out for walks. Even the activity of visiting the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid on weekends has specially adjusted the time. Originally, he entered the forest early in the morning and came out at sunset, but now it is almost noon. I just went in and came out at three or four in the afternoon.

Although Fish would wander around in the winter when he was wandering in the past, it was because the temperature between his residence and the outside was not much different at that time, and he could occasionally bask in the sun when he came out.

Since being adopted by Minerva, every winter there is a warm stove to cook in. Fish is not stupid, why go outside in cold weather? Isn't the fireplace and cushions fragrant?
The thoughts of the other little wizards are obviously similar to Fish's. When they are not in class, they basically stay in the dormitory, lazily not wanting to move.

The only exception is the members of the Quidditch team, because the season of the Quidditch Academy Cup Championship has started since November, and the first game is Gryffindor vs. Slytherin, so Wood recently If you have time, catch Harry and the others to train.

During this period of time, Fish has seen Scarhead and the others go back to the dormitory with red noses and chattering teeth from the cold almost every night, and then fell on the bed without saying a word, as if they were dead.

Fortunately, I was smart enough not to be tricked by that loud voice Wood, and ran to join some Quidditch team.

Seeing the tragic situation of Scarhead and Red Four, Fish turned into a cat and lay beside the stove, thought triumphantly while pulling the golden snitch in his arms.

He has no interest in broomsticks at all now, let alone Quidditch, which in Fisch's opinion is super troublesome.

But other Gryffindors are different. As the time for the Quidditch match gets closer and closer, they all become restless. All put in.

And because of the small game competition, the relationship between everyone in Gryffindor has become relatively close, and they will also support everyone participating in the competition out of friendship.

Naturally, Fish was no exception. Although he had no interest in Quidditch, he still appeared on the court with his classmates on the day of the game to cheer for Scarhead and the others.

"Red-haired No. [-], you don't have a contestant meow?" ω

Fish looked curiously at Ron beside him. He remembered that Red-haired No. [-] had always followed Scarhead to participate in Quidditch training.

"Uh, I'm just a substitute, and it's not my turn to play yet."

Ron scratched his cheek in embarrassment, feeling a little fever on his face.

Before he was able to join the Quidditch team, he was already very excited, so he didn't think there was anything wrong with being a substitute, but after Fisher asked, Ron felt the feeling of being surrounded by his brothers when he was at home. The depression covered by the light.

However, Fei Xu couldn't understand Ron's feelings. He continued to ask curiously: "What does it mean to be a substitute? Why can't you play?"

Although depressed and aggrieved, Ron answered Fisher's question honestly and explained to him why the substitutes could not play.

Fish was absent-mindedly listening to Ron's explanation. He just asked casually. As a large number of spectators entered the arena, various cheering banners or flags were raised around, attracting Fish's attention in various colors. All the power was transferred away.

Even Neville, Seamus, and Dean's roommates around him drew a huge banner with the words "Potter must win" on a sheet that was stained by Scabbers. Dean, who was good at painting, was still there A large Gryffindor lion is drawn below the text.

Fish looked around and looked at these interesting banners, his little paws were ready to move, looking for an opportunity to run and paw a few times. As for the big bed sheet behind him, he had already pawed it, and there were still cat paw prints left by him on it.

"Meow! Minerva! Here I am, meow!" (●ΦωΦ●)

Just as Fish was considering which banner to pull, he suddenly saw the figure of Professor McGonagall, so Fish immediately stood up, waved his hands, and greeted her loudly.

Professor McGonagall smiled and waved to Fish as a response, but he was a little uneasy in his heart, worried that the little fur cat would make some troubles during the competition.

But no matter how worried Professor McGonagall is, the game will continue. With Lee Jordan's passionate commentary, teams from both sides began to enter the field.

Shocking cheers erupted from the auditorium...

Fisher was taken aback.

"Meow!" Σ(●ΦДΦ●)
Fish hastened to cover his cat ears with his hands. The noisy sound on the field was already a kind of torture for his keen hearing.

Should I find Minerva and the little man to learn some spells for sound and smell insulation...

Such a thought popped into Fish's head.

In fact, Fish had already had such an idea a long time ago. When he was tortured by the strange smell of Professor Quirrell, he wondered if there was a magic spell that could help him to block the smell.

It's just that Fish really doesn't like reading books, especially after being tricked by Professor McGonagall into learning Transfiguration for a while, he is even more resistant to learning.

It would be fine if it was as easy to master as magic spells like fluorescent flashes. I'm afraid that it will take a long time to learn like the Transfiguration spell. In addition, as long as he usually hides from Professor Quirrell, it will have no effect. , so Fisher has never implemented this idea.

It wasn't until today that he encountered a noise attack again that Fisher realized that it wasn't entirely a good thing that his perception was too sharp.

Fisch put the cat ears back sullenly, and continued to watch the game.

……

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　When I was eating dinner yesterday, I suddenly forgot whether I had served it in the middle of the meal. I felt quite full at the time, so I didn’t continue to eat... As a result, I woke up hungry in the middle of the night...

　　I ran out early this morning to have breakfast, and then came back to sleep in the cage... The morning passed like this.

　　……

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