The man behind Hogwarts

William walked up the spiral staircase to the top of the tower and found the most beautiful cat among the cats.

"Uncle Cat." William waved.

A large owl woke up from its sleep. It heard a familiar voice. It opened its eyes and saw its master. He flapped his wings twice and stood on William's shoulder.

Uncle Cat is a bird of prey like an eagle owl. It grows rapidly and is now somewhat powerful.

"Today you will be my model." William walked out of the tower with it, walked to an open lawn, took out a bag from his arms, and took out a few strips of dried meat.

"Today came unexpectedly. No fresh meat was prepared. Do you want to eat the dried meat?"

Uncle Cat glanced at the dried meat and turned his head with a proud attitude.

Apparently the dried meat was not to its liking. Its ball-like head turned a few times, then suddenly its wings vibrated and it quickly rose into the sky.

William ignored it. It was not worried about the owl's food. In the past, it could eat dried meat at home, but now it disdains it. It is probably because the owl breeder at Hogwarts has cultivated its appetite.

I dusted the lawn at my feet, sat down, and opened two boxes by myself.

The box on the left contains wooden blocks, all of which are palm-high; the box on the right contains carving tools, more than a dozen types of knives, and other auxiliary tools.

“I don’t know if it will be effective to carve in the form of sketching.”

Picking up a wooden block, he picked out a flat knife; according to the conventional carving process, he should use a paintbrush to roughly outline the carved image on the wooden block first, and then use the knife, but William did not need this step. .

Holding the block of wood in the left hand and the flat knife in the right hand, thinking about the appearance of "Uncle Cat", the sharp knife moves in a small amplitude and high frequency, accompanied by the falling of wood chips.

The cat's head, cat's neck, cat's belly... until the cat's belly was finished carving, Fran hadn't arrived yet.

Although only eight or nine minutes have passed.

But why hasn’t Uncle Cat come back yet? Has he gone wild?

Stopping the knife in his hand, William looked up at the sky. There were still the same Japanese cats in the sky, but there was one more cat, which was waving its long and powerful wings and hovering around another owl.

"What is this doing..."

William became interested, so he simply stopped what he was doing, lay down on the lawn, used his hands as a pillow, put his right foot on his left foot, and let the wind blow through the hair on his forehead.

The size of Uncle Cat is almost the same as that of another owl, but there is a significant difference in aura.

The cat is attacking aggressively, while the other cat is trying to avoid it.

After observing for a while, William roughly understood the situation. He found that the owl surrounded by Uncle Cat had a vole in its mouth... Uncle Cat was robbing!

"This kid!"

"Hey, what are you looking at?" A word came from behind. William turned his head and looked back. It was Fran and Nora.

Fran put aside his coat, put his hands into the pocket of a piece of clothing inside, and walked slowly. At his feet was Nora who was following suit.

William curled his lips and thought to himself: Slytherin is so good at pretending!

He definitely hugged Nora all the way, and at most he put it down when he was approaching the Owl Tower. He thought he could hide it from others, but even Cedric knew: Fran, the cat slave!

"Watching the owls fighting." William did not expose him, "Why are you so slow? I have almost finished all the wood carvings."

"It's not that I'm too slow, it's that you're too fast, okay." Fran lay down on the ground and blew on the ground in disgust, blowing away some grass clippings, and then sat down next to William. "If I had known this was the case, I should have brought a picnic blanket."

"Meow~" Nora passed the two of them and ran back and forth on the lawn.

Overhead, the owl war continues.

Fran followed William's guidance and saw the target of the fight. "This owl is a bit fierce. If I raise an owl in the future, I will definitely raise one like this."

"You don't have an owl?" William said casually: "Then what is the pet you brought to school? It can't be a toad, right?"

Fran shook his head repeatedly: "How is that possible? A normal person wouldn't know how to raise a toad."

"That's not necessarily the case." William didn't say it bluntly. He knew that a student who raised toads would be admitted next year. "There are quite a few toads in the school. There must be two or three in our college."

"I don't know how to keep a toad anyway... I don't have a pet." Speaking of this, Fran felt a little depressed.

William glanced at him twice and did not ask any further questions.

Continue to observe the owl's battle situation. Judging from the situation, the result is almost coming.

The cat stretched his neck forward, making a circle of feathers around his neck look like exploding thorns, a bit like a rooster fighting in the countryside; it stretched its wings as much as possible and surrounded the owl holding the vole in its mouth. If you go fast, I will chase, if you go slow, I will block it. , just won’t let you go.

The two fought against each other for several more rounds, and in the end it was Uncle Cat who had the upper hand.

The robbed owl seemed to be irritated. It opened its mouth and wanted to peck the cat, but it fell into his trap.

The field mouse has fallen!

Uncle Cat seized the opportunity, accelerated his dive, caught the fallen vole in the air in a relay, and then flew towards William.

"Hey," Fran didn't understand. "Why did this owl fly towards us?"

"Because this is my pet."

After hearing William's answer, Fran's puzzled expression froze, and she felt like she was being suppressed by William again.

The cat came back victorious with the field mouse in its mouth. It seemed that this was not the first time it had done this, and there were no mistakes in the whole process.

On the lawn, Nora lay down on the ground at some point, her two hind legs touching the ground, her belly and back pressed down, her pupils contracted, staring at the cat who was getting closer and closer.

Uncle Cat is getting closer and closer to William, and his flying height is getting lower and lower.

A critical moment, moving like thunder.

Uncle Cat stimulates the instinct of felines and plays the role of a clever hunter, and the target of hunting is Uncle Cat; it kicks back its legs, kicks up a burst of dust, and suddenly jumps up...

Uncle Cat noticed it immediately, but the inertia of flying prevented him from lifting immediately...

The danger was right in front of him, and the cat didn't give up. He stretched out his claws as sharp as iron.

Who will kill the deer is unknown.

"No." William reacted the moment Nora jumped up, shouted, and then stood up quickly. From a distance of more than ten meters, William rushed over at full strength.

Although Uncle Cat is a raptor, he is still in his infancy and is the target of an ambush, so his situation is somewhat dangerous;

Although Nora is a cat, she was well raised by Evelin and given all kinds of precious food. It is not an exaggeration to say that she is a little tiger, but what she faces is the sharp claws of the cat, which are enough to disembowel her. Broken Belly - Nora is also dangerous.

"Two bastards!"

William crossed his legs to form a phantom and rushed forward quickly.

Nora bared her tiger fangs, and stretched out her nails on the soles of her feet, about to hook Uncle Cat's belly... And Uncle Cat's sharp claws were only one finger away from Nora's neck...

William is still on his way...