I was Hermione's puppy at Hogwarts

Thanks to the talent of being proficient in various languages, Lovell can communicate with humans and understand human writing.So Lovell soon realized that the little leather pouch belonged to the hapless Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

Adhering to the simple mentality of "what I picked up is mine", the wolf cub felt that he was qualified to handle this prey.

Different from human moral standards, there is no principle in the wolf cub's world view that things should be returned to their original owners. What is found belongs to him.Just like a wolf picked up a half-eaten wild boar in the wild and then hid it. Does it still have to wait for the owner of the wild boar to come back before handing the wild boar over to it?Obviously impossible - he might become the next meal of the wild boar owner.

Therefore, the wolf cub opened the small leather bag without any psychological burden, but to his disappointment, there were only some small metal pieces of different colors inside.

"That's it..." Lovell was a little disappointed: It would be great if there was a deliciously roasted chicken hidden in it!Unfortunately, not to mention chickens, even quails may not fit into this small bag.

Fred and George were still waiting in line for orders, but the wolf cub became bored again and threw the small leather bag on the table.To it, this bag is not as attractive as a tea bag that has been soaked and tasteless.

While Lovell was in a daze, a middle-aged man ran into Three Broomsticks in a panic. He did not go to the front desk to order, but stared at the floor and wandered around.

This man looked to be in his 60s or [-]s, with short gray hair and a decent black suit. However, the white marks on the buttocks of the suit destroyed this sense of respectability and made him look a little embarrassed.

This man's appearance is very distinctive: he has a pair of big brown eyes, a pair of thick black eyebrows, and several very deep wrinkles on his forehead. He looks a bit "bitter and resentful", but that pair of Zhao Feng Er made him look a little funny again.

The whole person, from his clothes to his appearance, exuded a sense of harmony.

"Professor Dimit, why are you here again?" Mrs. Rostamer saw this visitor, the smile on her face stiffened, and then she immediately left the bar and came to the middle-aged man.It turns out that this somewhat funny and embarrassed middle-aged man is the owner of the purse in Lovell's hand, Hogwarts annual disposable professor and unlucky Thomas Demeter.

This new professor at Hogwarts left a deep impression on Mrs. Rostamer. This man seemed to have been cursed by the gods, and his whole person carried a sense of "bad luck". He was unlucky wherever he went.

As a businessman, Mrs. Rostamer is very reluctant to receive such a broom star - what if his bad luck is transmitted to herself?

But when a guest came, there was no reason to rush out, so she rushed to greet him, hoping that he could leave as soon as possible.

"My wallet is gone." Professor Dimit was a little frustrated: "I just received this month's salary!"

Mrs. Rostammer had a look of sympathy on her face.

"Have you considered using the Flying Charm to summon him?" She gave her own suggestion out of sympathy.

Dimit was a little embarrassed, "Things like money bags will definitely be subject to anti-flying spells."

Mrs. Rostammer: ...

Why are you so ignorant?Don’t people like you have any self-awareness?The total number of people in this bar who have lost their wallets is not as high as yours. Why did you add a setting to your wallet that prevents it from responding to the summons of the Flying Curse? !What's going on in your head?

Mrs. Rostamer had a lot to say, but she didn’t know where to start. She could only purse her lips and say with a somewhat uneasy expression: “I’ll put a notice for you——”

Thomas Dimit became frustrated: "The past two days have been extremely unlucky. I was injured by a wild boar a few days ago and was admitted to the school hospital. Just two days later, I sprained my foot during the night watch - how could I forget? Will the stairs disappear?! I finally waited until payday and lost my salary and wallet again!"

He stamped his feet: "Damn it, I shouldn't have taken Dumbledore's job!"

Seeing what Dimit said, Mrs. Rostamer was not able to answer the question. She just asked the waiter to bring some hot drinks to give to Professor Dimit to relieve his fatigue.

"Why don't you check with Professor Trelawney? Maybe there will be a change. Isn't she the great-great-granddaughter of the prophet Cassandra Trelawney?" Mrs. Rostammer lied without a trace of shame. Red.Even she didn't believe what she said.She knew very well that Sybill Trelawney was a liar. She was very depressed in the past. She had some unknown connections a few years ago and became the Divination professor at Hogwarts.

But this is not treating a dead horse as a living horse doctor. It is like drinking a placebo, just to have peace of mind before and after.

Hearing this, Dimitar's face darkened.Of course he had sought out Trelawney, not long after he joined the job. Professor Trelawney marveled at him and told him that judging from his appearance, he was out of luck and suggested that he deal with it as soon as possible. Afterlife.This made Professor Dimitr very angry - what are you talking about?

Mrs. Rostammer wanted Professor Trelawney to start the placebo effect, but Trelawney was not even a placebo!A normal placebo is to drink it and then lie to you that the medicine is useful. Trelawney's placebo is to drink it and the doctor will tell you: you are dead now.

Isn't it funny to expect Trelawney to comfort people?

Seeing that she seemed to have said the wrong thing again, Mrs. Rostamer simply shut up to avoid making more mistakes.

The wolf cub was by the side and listened to the whole process. It felt a little pity and a little uneasy in its heart: it knew exactly why Professor Dimit sprained his ankle two days ago.

After thinking about it for a while, Lovell made a decision.

Anyway, I don't like the contents of that little bag, so I might as well give it back to him. One day when the incident comes to light, I hope he will take care of his old relationship and let it go.

So it walked to Dimit and Rostamer and sat down obediently.

"Huh? What a beautiful... little wolf? Is it your new pet?" Dimitar noticed the wolf cub. He could tell at a glance that this beautiful silver elf was a wolf, but it was so well-behaved that Dimit Mitt was a little unsure.

Mrs. Rostamer shook her head, "They are pets brought by two guests."

The wolf cub listened to their conversation quietly, then swung his tail and swept the small leather bag hidden behind his butt in front of Dimit.

Dimit:? !

"Merlin, isn't this my purse?!" He immediately leaned down and picked up the purse. Looking at the recovered purse, Dimit's eyes became watery: This is really too much. It’s not easy anymore!

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The first update. Sorry for being late. Mainly because I fell asleep in bed after returning home and just woke up...