The Chinese girl from Hufflepuff is both timid and brave

Great, there's one more person to save. Hopefully, next time she goes out, she won't have to assemble a Quidditch team.

Compared to Cedric who died in a conspiracy, Fred's death seems more intuitive and tragic.

He died in the final battle, in a fight with the Death Eaters, in a sudden explosion.

War was inevitable and casualties were unpredictable. If she wanted to save him, perhaps she should also consider giving him a few amulets.

However, it was still many years before the accident happened, and Sun Zhu noticed that this new and difficult task was also in the "pending" state.

Since I have decided to relax today, I will try not to think about those things for now.

When she came out of the shop after buying stationery, Mrs. Molly asked her if she wanted to go anywhere.

In fact, she had already made up her mind to follow their plan today. After all, she had never been here before, so going to any store would be a new experience.

It was just that when she passed by Eeyore Owl Shop and Magical Creatures Shop, she inevitably heard a lot more noises in her ears...

"I say, system." She walked to the other side quietly and inconspicuously, trying to stay as far away from the animals as possible, and asked, "Can I temporarily disable this talent of being proficient in animal language?"

Come on, who wants to listen to the love, hate and vengeance of owls?

And that brown kneazle with a matchmaker's mole on its face, what's so great about you being pure-blooded? The one next to you may be a mixed-blood, but she's cuter and more obedient than you. Is it necessary for you to look down on her so much and poke her in the face with your paws when you get close to her?

Seeing that she kept looking at the catkin, Fred and George also came over to take a look.

"Do you want to raise a Kneazle? It's a magical animal of XXX level." Fred asked.

"You need a license to raise a pure-blooded Kneazle. I don't think we'll be allowed since we haven't enrolled yet," George added.

"No, I was just looking." Sun Zhu shook his head. "That brown and yellow spotted cat-kin seems to have been bullied all the time."

"Of course. Pureblooded Kneazles are very territorial and aggressive."

"They are not as cute and harmless as they appear."

"But we like these little guys very much!" Fred laughed.

“After all, they have personality, don’t they?” George high-fived him.

Sun Zhu resisted the urge to tell them that the brown cat with the matchmaker mole was actually disliking the yellow-spotted cat because his bloodline was not pure enough and he was not worthy of being his friend.

The tabby cat looks very similar to an ordinary cat, except that its ears are much larger and its limbs are not as muscular and powerful as those of other civet cats. However, the stripes on its body are very beautiful, alternating between light and dark, like a little leopard cub.

She kept trying to get closer to the other catkins, as if she was afraid of being alone. Unfortunately, she was unlucky. The matchmaker closest to her disliked her very much. Whenever she got close, he would hit her in the face with his fleshy paws, then swing his leopard-like tail and say, "Go away, you mud cat will tarnish the noble bloodline of this king."

"...your fur color looks more like mud, okay?" Sun Zhu couldn't help but said to the matchmaker.

Fred was surprised and asked, "Hey, Bamboo, are you talking to the Kneazle?"

George chimed in, "Stand up for the poor little kid who got bullied?"

"If it could understand."

“Maybe it really can understand.”

Sun Zhu couldn't help but glance at George. The two twins looked like crosstalk performers, with Fred being the funny one and George seemingly the supporting one but more likely to say shocking things.

After all, being able to respond to his brother's words every time is really a powerful skill.

Matchmaker Mole was obviously stunned by Sun Zhu's words. He didn't care why Sun Zhu could communicate with him, he just kept whining at her.

It doesn't sound like a cat at all, and he does look quite majestic.

Although he didn't say anything nice to her, Sun Zhu decided not to bother with him because he was a big cat.

She stroked the yellow tabby cat and said to her, "He doesn't like you, so don't go over there. I'll go talk to the owner and ask him to find you a new place so you don't have to stay with him anymore."

The tabby cat also meowed. Sun Zhu was stunned for a moment, but still shook his head with some regret.

"Xiao Huang, I have no experience raising cats, so I'm afraid I can't take good care of you. You're so cute, there won't be anyone to buy you."

"This one looks like a mixed-breed catkin. If you like it, you can buy it."

"Half-blood Kneazles don't need a permit."

She still shook her head and said, "I have no experience in taking care of small animals, and I don't know if my dad is allergic to small animals."

The neighbors used to have a Labrador, and her father would subconsciously avoid it when he saw it. She suspected that Sun Zhengxing didn’t like long-haired animals.

Although she had also seen him playing with the neighbor's cat, she thought it would be better to ask him in advance if she wanted to keep one.

"Well, I feel sorry for the little guy." Fred said regretfully when he saw Sun Zhu had already walked to the next store.

"Zhu, it's still watching you." George reminded.

"You seem to want me to raise a civet cat? Why?" Sun Zhu was a little confused.

"Do you want to know?" Fred asked mysteriously.

"But it's a secret."

"Unless you promise not to tell anyone."

"Then we can tell you with confidence." George pushed Ron aside.

Sun Zhu noticed that Ron was carrying several bags, but he didn't know what was in them.

Mrs. Molly and Ginny were a little ahead, and they looked back from time to time to see if anyone was left behind. They both had small bags in their hands.

Ron pursed his lips, stuffed a few large bags into the twins' hands, and walked quickly to catch up with Molly and Ginny.

"Okay, tell me about it." Sun Zhu was indeed a little curious. Seeing that no one was paying attention to the three of them, he lowered his voice and asked.

"Our brother has a pet."

"It's an old, ugly mouse."

"If you bought that Kneazle."

"In the future we can use it to catch mice."

"You are not serious?" Sun Zhu said in disbelief. "Do you have a grudge against my brother? If a cat meets a mouse, the mouse will die. After all, it is your brother's pet..."

Wait, was she overlooking something?

"Don't get me wrong, I'm just playing a prank on you."

"Won't make him actually lose his pet."

"In fact, that mouse is not so easy to tease."

"Ordinary cats can't get close to it. Perhaps only a pure-blooded Kneazle can."

"Who are you talking about brother?" Sun Zhu had already reacted, but still wanted to confirm it again.

"Oh, it's our third brother, Percy Weasley." Fred shrugged.

"A very boring person." George also shook his head.

"A lot of the time, he's too dull to be a Weasley."

"But he is indeed our excellent brother."

"Um, so he did have a rat, right?" Sun Zhu took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"What's wrong with you, Zhu? You're not afraid of mice, are you?"

"In fact, Banban is different from other mice. It is very alert and afraid of people."

Banban! It was indeed him!

Sun Zhu gritted his teeth.

Fred and George looked at each other and for the first time saw confusion in each other's eyes.

She walked a few steps forward and said something to Mrs. Molly, then came back and pulled the two people back, one on each side.

"Where are you taking us?"

"What can we do for you?"

"I suddenly changed my mind. I think I really need a cat-civet." Sun Zhu said with a fake smile: "I heard that this little animal can distinguish between good and evil, right?"

"A pureblood Kneazle can certainly do that."

"The half-blood cat-nuke will also have some abilities."

"I heard this from my second brother Charlie, who is very interested in magical animals."

"If you want to know more details, we can ask for you."

"That couldn't be more troublesome." Sun Zhu took them to the magical animal store and murmured, "I really need a black cat sheriff now."

Fred glanced at George and whispered, "She doesn't really want to kill Scabbers, does she?"

"But she has never seen Scabbers."

"Are we overthinking it?"

"She probably just wanted an excuse to buy herself a cat."

Sun Zhu glanced at them and smiled sinisterly: "Thank you for coming with me to pick a cat. As a thank you, if you need a cat, you can always borrow one from me."

Fred and George took a step back together, feeling a chill on their backs, as if a dead body had appeared before their eyes.