This Hogwarts wizard is just too steady.

Magma's expression was unnatural.

She didn't know whether Bai Hang really found her or pretended to find her.

Judging from Bai Hang's attack on the first black cat at the train station, he probably didn't recognize himself.

"Meow~" Mag barked again, trying to be cute.

"Stop pretending, Professor McGonagall. Although your transformation skills are superb, your behavior is too different from that of a normal cat. Your walking pace is very stiff and you don't have the beauty of a normal cat." Bai Hang said.

A normal cat?No sense of beauty?

impossible.

Mag said to herself that she had always tried her best to imitate the postures of normal animals. The tabby cat was her best image. Mag had the confidence to put another real tabby cat next to her.... In this world, there was no one else but a tabby cat. No one in Gryffindor could really recognize her.

Bai Hang pretended to be very similar, pretending to really recognize her, but Mag didn't believe it. How could a five-year-old child have such vision?

However, children sometimes see things from a different perspective than adults. Many details that would be ignored by adults can be seen by children at a glance.

Mag became uncertain.

But no matter what, this cat has to keep pretending.

If the transformation spell is lifted, doesn't it mean that his magic has been discovered by a child in disguise?

Absolutely not.

She is the professor of Transfiguration at Hogwarts. An elderly mage must not lose to a child who has not gone to school.

Seeing that the spotted cat didn't respond, Bai Hang wondered if he had made a mistake.

The reason why he determined that this cat was McGonagall was also due to watching the original movie. In the movie, Professor McGonagall became a tabby cat like this.

But there are at least several thousand stray cats in London, and tabby cats are very common among stray cats.

Is this really an ordinary cat?

Bai Hang is a cautious person.

He decided to have a fight with the cat.

Bai Hang took out the magic wand.

He wanted to try the transfiguration spell to remove the spell, but he was afraid that the Ministry of Magic would trace his whereabouts after releasing the spell. After careful consideration, Bai Hang took back his wand.

He sat down with Magma in his arms.

First put the schoolbag behind you on your lap, and then put Mag Cat on the schoolbag.

Mag felt that the touch underneath him was very strange, as if he was stepping on a ball, a very soft ball.

Mag thought that the schoolbag contained only luggage, but now it seemed that she had guessed wrong.

Maomao wanted to stretch out her paw to open the zipper and take a look, but as soon as she stretched out her paw, she was immediately photographed back by Bai Hang.

"Ms. McGonagall, it doesn't seem right to rummage through other people's things without permission, right?"

"Meow~"

Mag imitated a cat's meow.

'I'm not Mag, just an ordinary tabby cat. '

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The cute expression is comparable to that of a real cat.

Bai Hang remained unmoved.

Just being cute is not worth mentioning in front of truly prudent people.

The train stopped after 10 minutes.

This station leads to a medieval clock tower in "Outer London", not far from which there is a motel.

Bai Hang's goal was that motel.

The old man at the front desk of the hotel was unshaven and wore a dirty yellow vest. There was a kerosene lamp on the bar.

Bai Hang gave the old man a 100 face value note.

The old man's cloudy eyes seemed to be suddenly illuminated by a beam of light.

He quickly pulled away the banknotes sticking out from under the bar.

Bai Hang was too short and had to stand on tiptoes to reach the bar, so the old man only saw the banknotes and did not see where Bai Hang was.

He put his hands on the bar and leaned forward a little before he saw the little boy standing in front of the bar.

The little boy is well-dressed and has a fair face. He is carrying a schoolbag and holding a cat. He looks about six or seven years old.

Bai Hang said to the old man: "I want a room, the best one you have here, for three days."

The old man put a brand-new 100-pound note to his nose, sniffed it, and said, "This is not enough money to stay for three days."

not enough?How could it not be enough?

Although the pound devalued at the end of the 20th century, its purchasing power was still sufficient. Let alone three days, a week in a small suburban hotel like this was enough.

Bai Hang knew that he was being treated as a fat sheep.

A well-dressed young man who earns 100 pounds from a sale is nothing but a fat sheep.

Bai Hang reached into his school bag, where his wand was.

This Muggle actually wanted to kill him, and Bai Hang was considering whether to let him taste the power of the little wizard.

"Meow~!"

Just when Bai Hang wanted to give him a swelling spell, the tabby cat in his arms suddenly barked viciously.

This is a shabby hotel. You can’t stay for 100 days for 3 pounds? !

Damn Muggles, how could they bully children?

Bai Hang is so cute, why do you want to bully Bai Hang? !

McGonagall wanted to touch the wand and teach this Muggle a lesson, but suddenly she thought that she was now a kitten. If she took out the wand, wouldn't it be equivalent to exposing herself?

"Stupid cat! Why are you barking?" The bearded old man took out a wooden stick from under the bar, pointed at the spotted cat and said, "Little beast! Believe it or not, I'll break your legs."

"Meow~!!!"

The tabby cat showed its claws, looking like it was going to attack.

Bai Hang felt happy.

The cat seemed irritated.

People are often irrational when they are angry.

If it were him at this time, he would definitely take out his wand and cast a silent spell on the old man.

Bai Hang thought Maomao would take action, but he was wrong.

I don't know why the sudden anger subsided.

The spotted cat retracted its claws and buried its head in Bai Hang's arms, looking like it was bullying the weak and afraid of the strong.

Mag maintained the composure of an old wizard and did not lose his mind due to anger.

Pretend to be a cat until the end, and never reveal your secret halfway.

If Mag didn't take action, the trouble would return to Bai Hang's side.

Is it to beat someone or to waste money to eliminate disaster?

Bai Hang chose the latter.

He had already used the Golden Bell once before. If someone from the Ministry of Magic discovered it, they might send someone else to do it. He didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

He took out another hundred pound note from the wallet that was one size larger than his hand.

Bai Hang said: "Is it enough now?"

The old man saw Bai Hang's wallet, and his eyes seemed to bulge with greed.

He walked out from behind the bar, holding a wooden stick in his right hand and tapping it lightly on his left palm, with a lewd and cunning expression on his face.

"Young master, don't leave home alone in the future——!"

As he spoke, he swung the wooden stick in his hand towards Bai Hang's head.

Bai Hang raised his backpack above his head, and the slime jumped out of the bag.

"Toot~!"

The slime's soft body took away the impact of the wooden stick, and the little boy standing at the feet of the old man in the hotel raised the wand in his hand——

"To be honest, I just want to lose money and eliminate disaster."

"PetrificusTotalus!"

The next second, a strange gray enveloped the old man, and his body became stiff, frozen in place, unable to move.