The Druid Master of Hogwarts

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"Have you heard? Professor Quirrell seems to be on leave."

"It's only been a month since school started... Could the curse of the mysterious man become stronger by itself?"

"Professor Quirrell is just going out for business, not just quitting his job..."

"Whatever the reason, at least we don't have to smell that bad smell this morning."

"I just don't know who the substitute teacher is."

"I'm guessing it's Professor Snape, as everyone knows, he's been coveting this position for a long time."

"Oh no...then I'd rather take Professor Quirrell's class..."

The new week started again, and Harry, who came to the Great Hall for dinner, heard several senior students discussing about the Defense Against the Dark Arts class.

Before he could ask further questions, Fei Xu, who was eating beside him, cheered, "That's great, meow! The stinky guy is gone!"

"Don't be so happy so early," Fred grinned and leaned over. "If I remember correctly, your first-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class should be on Wednesday, and maybe Professor Quirrell has returned by then."

"Meow! How can you do this!" ∑(●ΦДΦ●)

Fish's mood suddenly dropped.

The little witches around him immediately glared at Fred, including Angelina.

Fred's smile suddenly froze, and he felt remorse.

"Ahem, I'm just talking about a possibility," Fred quickly added, "If we're lucky, we might not see Professor Quirrell for a week or two."

Fish, who was chewing his food, glanced at Fred but ignored him.

Fred tried several times reluctantly, but Fish found him annoying, and ate the food on the plate in a few bites, and then he ran away like a cat, causing him to suffer more glares from the little witches.

Fish, who left the dining table, was naturally unaware of Fred's tragic experience. He stopped and went all the way and arrived at the Charms classroom before class.

Fish, who no longer needed to study Transfiguration, returned to his original style, got straight into the drawer of the desk, and began to sleep.

When Professor Flitwick stood on the podium and looked around the class, he immediately noticed that Fish was missing from the students.

"Where's Xiao Feixu? Didn't he come to class?"

"Meow~"?(=ΦωΦ=)?

Hearing the little man's question, Fish stuck his head out of the desk and greeted him.

"Oh, you're here," Professor Flitwick nodded, then asked curiously, "So, you succeeded?"

Regarding Fish's recent abnormal behavior, the professors have long known the reason. Professor McGonagall greeted them at the beginning and asked them to work together to find a way to keep Fish's enthusiasm for learning... Although they didn't see anything effectiveness.

"Success meow!"

Speaking of this Fisch, he was no longer sleepy. He regained his human form and took out a golden snitch from his pocket and held it high. (●ΦωΦ●)?

"Look! I found this in a weird room so I don't have to learn that troublesome Transfiguration meow!"

Fish smugly displayed the toy in his hand.

"Oh……"

Professor Flitwick scratched his bald head. This development was something he did not expect. As for the strange room in Fish's mouth, as an old professor who has served in Hogwarts for many years, Flitwick is still somewhat Know a little.

"Well, then your luck is really good," Professor Flitwick couldn't think of a way to make Fish continue to listen to the lecture seriously.

I can only go with him as before, "Go back to sleep, the other students turn to the fifty-seventh page of the textbook..."

"I think I might know how Wood lost the Snitch last time."

Ron nudged Harry next to him with his elbow, and whispered as he flipped through the book.

"I guessed it too." Harry lowered his head and smirked.

Wood, who was run by the Twins for a long time over this, led by example and punished himself for running five laps on the field.

Now it seems that Wood is really wronged.

But Harry wouldn't sympathize with Wood, even if the culprit wasn't Fish. After all, Wood was so torturous in training that there was no one in the team that didn't hate him.

Harry and Ron gloated on Wood, while Hermione groaned.

Finally, Fish became fond of learning, and it only lasted for less than two weeks before returning to normal.

However, Hermione thought about it, and in this way, the library will return to its former tranquility, which is another good thing for her.

Sure enough, there is no such thing as the best of both worlds.

Hermione sighed silently again, then took notes seriously.

When the morning Charms class ended, the news that Fish's enthusiasm for learning had finally exhausted immediately spread throughout Hogwarts, but it didn't make much waves, it just gave everyone a topic to talk about.

After all, Feixu just returned to his original appearance, and there was nothing surprising. Instead, they finally figured out the reason why Feixu studied hard and satisfied their curiosity.

"I'll say it's Professor McGonagall's role!"

Hermione, who guessed the reason, looked proud in front of her study group friends.

Aside from Professor Quirrell, who was severely punished by Voldemort, the only one who was troubled by this was Professor McGonagall.

She didn't expect Fisher to find a Golden Snitch who wasn't under Ms. Hooch's control, so she couldn't find an excuse to keep fooling Fish.

Do you want to find a way to make Fish's Golden Snitch accidentally "lost"? Then use the reason to find the Golden Snitch to fool him to continue his studies...

Professor McGonagall thought in her heart that the success of the previous tricks allowed her to find the right direction to educate Fish, and she also found the fun of fighting each other's wits and bravery between the two before Fish was enrolled.

"Meow!"?(=\u003eω\u003c=)?

I don't know that Professor McGonagall is calculating his own fish at this time. After a day's class, when he returned to the Gryffindor common room, he released the golden snitch in his pocket, and then turned into a kitten to rest. Indoors fluttering.

"Actually, Fish is better suited to be a Seeker than I am."

Harry couldn't help but sighed to Ron as he watched Fish easily play the Snitch between his little furry claws.

Originally, he was quite confident in his flying talent, but after seeing Feishu's performance, he instantly felt that his ability was nothing at all.

Ron patted his friend's shoulder and comforted: "But we can't get Fish to follow the rules obediently, right? You saw that day, Fish doesn't have any interest in Quidditch at all, and Wood can do anything with him. No."

"Also, Quidditch doesn't allow players to turn into cats."

Seamus also added on the side.

"Seamus is right, you're the best Seeker for our team, and..." George walked over and took Ron's shoulders, "Don't let Wood hear that. , my dear brother number four."

Although he said not to let Wood hear, George deliberately raised the volume and glanced at the crowd on the side, "After all, Fish is so smart, it's too normal that Wood can't fool him!"

Harry followed his gaze and saw that Oliver Wood was looking at Fish who was playing with the ball with red eyes, his resolute face was full of unwillingness.

And after hearing George's sarcasm deliberately amplifying his voice, Wood stared at him with wide eyes, breathing heavily from his nostrils like an angry bull.

"Why are you still standing stupidly?! Why don't you go to the stadium with me for training!"

Wood strode over, grabbed George in one hand and Ron in the other, and dragged him outside.

"Wait a minute Wood! Could it be too early?!"

George, who had the same problem as Fred, regretted it in an instant. Fred in the morning was a lesson in the past, and he was also stupid and sloppy.

"I don't think the team's running-in is enough! So I'll practice ahead of time today! Angelina! Come with you too!"

Wood was unmoved and called out to several other team members who were watching the play.

In any case, Wood is the captain of the team. No matter how reluctant Angelina and the others are, they still follow in dejection. Of course, they have no good feelings for George, the initiator.

"Meow?"?ω?

Fischer, who was startled by Wood's roar, glanced at the startled humans and twitched his tail gently.

Inexplicable meow.

Twisting his head, Fisch, who didn't understand what they were shouting about, turned his attention back to the Golden Snitch, and continued to flutter under the fiery gazes of the little witches.

"Meow~~~"?(=\u003eω\u003c=)?

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