Master Druid Fish at Hogwarts

It was a morning like any other.

The sky over London was as foggy as ever.

Mr. Evans, who lives on Christchurch Road, opened his small shop at seven o'clock in the morning as always.

The little shop run by Mr. Evans is a very common restaurant in England, selling only fish and chips.

Although it is not a well-known old store, Evans's store is quite famous in this area near Christchurch Road. Office workers who have no time to cook often come here to solve their food and clothing problems.

Unlike most fish and chip shops, Evans does not use cod as the main ingredient for its fried fish, but instead uses larger bonito.

And the reason why Mr. Evans chose bonito...

That's of course because bonito is cheaper!

As for the taste... the fried fish he sells is cheap and large in quantity. Is taste important?Anyway, it's pretty much the same after the explosion.

Moreover, it is not Mr. Evans who is underestimating himself. With the tongues of most of his compatriots, it is indeed not easy to tell the difference between bonito and cod.

After opening the store door, Mr. Evans hummed a ditty that he couldn't hear the original tune, and came to the kitchen to start processing the ingredients.

Although he chooses cheaper bonito as raw material, Mr. Evans still insists on using fresh live fish.

The bonito in the kitchen was the ones he had just brought over from Old Wright, and they were all still jumping around.

Reaching out and grabbing a bonito, Evans skillfully threw it onto the chopping board. The bonito that was still struggling fell unconscious in an instant, and then was quickly broken down by Evans with a kitchen knife and neatly stacked aside. on the plate.

After processing a dozen bonitos with the same steps, Mr. Evans stopped what he was doing, picked up the plate with the fish, and was about to coat them in flour and bread crumbs, and then put them into the oil pan. Fry.

However, as soon as Mr. Evans picked up the plate, he immediately noticed something was wrong.

Lighter weight.

Mr. Evans, who has been in this business for more than ten years, has a clear idea of ​​how much fish he has cut. The weight of the fish in his hands is obviously slightly different from the amount of fish he has cut.

"strangeness……"

Mr. Evans looked around and found no fallen fish meat on the ground.

Could it be that when you just cut the fish, you accidentally threw the fish meat and the internal organs and bones into the trash can?

He scratched his thinning hair in confusion, and Mr. Evans didn't pay too much attention to it. Anyway, from the feeling, there were only about two or three pieces of fish missing. It was not worth wasting time for this little bit of fish, because first A batch of customers will be arriving soon.

Mr. Evans, who put this matter aside, followed the original procedure and fried fish and chips.

Even after the guests arrived, Mr. Evans used this matter as a topic of conversation with his old customers.

However, what Mr. Evans never expected was that today was just the beginning.

As the days passed, Mr. Evans lost fish meat more and more frequently, and the amount of fish meat lost became more and more. He even went through the trash can specifically and did not throw the fish meat in casually.

However, no matter how carefully Mr. Evans protected the cut fish, he still could not stop the fish from disappearing. He even put the fish plate under his nose, but the fish seemed to have grown legs. Gone in the blink of an eye.

After experiencing the mysterious disappearance of fish again, Mr. Evans finally couldn't bear it anymore and spent a "huge sum" of fifteen pence to hire a seven-year-old John from his neighbor's house to help him find out how his fish disappeared. .

It was another new morning. Mr. Evans brought Little John to his small shop. He first let Little John get into the box he had prepared, while he handled the fresh bonito as usual. fish.

Little John hid in a box nearby, staring at the plate on the table through the gap in the box.

Nothing happened at first, but as the fish meat on it gradually increased, a ghostly figure suddenly appeared on the cabinet above Mr. Evans.

It was a silver-gray tabby cat. Little John couldn't tell whether it was a British Shorthair or an American Shorthair. The kitten didn't look very old, and its size was only a little bigger than an adult's hand. It had a pair of green eyes. Through the gap in the cupboard, he stared at the fish on the table.

The little cat turned its ears, seeming to be aware of Little John's presence. Its big green eyes turned to the box where he was hiding, and stopped there for a moment.

Little John looked into the green eyes through the gap in the box. He covered his mouth and nose with his little hands, fearing that he would accidentally make a noise and disturb the kitten.

Seemingly sensing that Little John was not planning to stop him, the tabby kitten withdrew his gaze and returned his attention to the bonito meat on the table.

After confirming that Mr. Evans was not paying attention to the fish, the tabby kitten floated down from the cupboard like a ghost and landed gently on the table without making a single sound.

Turning his head and glancing at Mr. Evans, who was still immersed in his work, the tabby kitten quickly picked up a piece of fish on the plate, shook his head upward twice, and swallowed it smoothly. Then he used the same steps. He quickly devoured an amount of fish that was almost as much as his body, and then jumped onto the cupboard, followed the top of the cupboard to the kitchen skylight, slipped through the gap in the skylight and disappeared.

It wasn't until the tabby kitten left that Little John jumped out of the box excitedly.

"Uncle Evans! I saw it! That's a beautiful kitten!"

Little John danced excitedly, describing the appearance of the kitten to Mr. Evans, and pleaded with Mr. Evans on behalf of the kitten: "It doesn't eat much anyway, Uncle Evans, please don't hurt it!" If it doesn’t work out, I can use my own pocket money to pay for it!”

Looking at the excited Little John, Mr. Evans touched his head in wonder. He knew that Little John really wanted a football and had been saving money for it for a long time. During this time, he was planning carefully. To a degree that is even comparable to that of the famous old miser in the corner tailor shop.

What magic power does that fish-stealing kitten have that can actually make Little John give up his favorite football?

but……

Does that cat have a big appetite?

According to Little John's gesture, it should be just a little milk cat. How could it possibly eat so much...

Perhaps the gap in the box was too small and Little John couldn't see clearly.

Mr. Evans shook his head and smiled, then patted Little John's little head and said, "You'd better keep your money to buy football. I can still afford this little fish and meat."

So Evans' shop had another topic to talk about today, and that was the mysterious silver-gray tabby kitten that only Little John had seen.