When the savior is no longer the savior

There is no problem with such a distance cat, but he is a human(?) ah...

Harry the cat looked at the distance from the sofa to the coffee table, which suddenly became longer and deeper by countless times, feeling guilty at the same time.

Snape didn't understand Harry's cat's mood this time. After putting down the plate, he directly grabbed Harry's neck—as he did by his collar before—lifted the cat up and put it on the table.

Sudden suspension and sudden landing, Harry was taken aback suddenly, and the hair on his body exploded in an instant.

"..." Harry.

"..." Snape.

Harry burst into tears.

Snape, on the other hand, kept his face gloomy, calm, and unobtrusive... Feeling slightly amused, he quietly touched the cat's fur under his hand.

Still soft.

How did that blow up?Snape thought.

Harry was already numb, he didn't look at Snape's face at all, and just buried his head in drinking the potion from the plate in front of him-damn it, why is there so much of it! ?

But regardless of the amount of potion in the saucer, Harry finally drank the potion in the saucer, and after...

1 minutes.

2 minutes.

3 minutes.

Nothing changed, and Harry, who still maintained the appearance of a kitten, became nervous: "Meow...meow (what's going on)?"

"Unexpectedly." Snape looked at the kitten on the table, and put his hand on his lips, thinking, "You drank so many healing potions before, and there must have been some reactions between them... this bottle The duration of the transformation potion is three hours, but now..."

Snape frowned, he wasn't sure whether these effects would change the duration of action, and if so, whether it would be longer or shorter... He glanced at Harry again, and made a decision: "After three hours, if you haven't Change back, and I will brew a potion for you—by tomorrow morning at the latest, you will be able to recover."

After speaking, he looked at the time and found that it was only half an hour before eight o'clock. He heard his own fireplace slamming, and then the flame turned green.

Snape subconsciously grabbed the cat on the table and held it in his palm, and saw Lucius, who was meticulously groomed from head to toe, came out of the fireplace holding a snake staff.

The nobleman, who showed pride in everything from his demeanor to his actions, shook his shoulders in disgust, then nodded to Snape: "Good evening, Severus."

The vigilance in Snape's eyes faded a little, but that didn't mean he was happy with Lucius' arrival. He frowned and said, "I thought it was proper etiquette for ancient families to make an appointment in advance when visiting." He said , not wanting this shrewd and cold man to spy out anything, he waved his wand and sent a series of potion bottles on the table together with the saucer containing the potion just now into the workshop.

In the same way that a player's house doesn't just have a broom and a singer's house always sees a pile of music discs, this pile of potions still remains in the house of Snape - a Potions master. Lucius wasn't even half surprised - in fact he didn't seem to care.He cut to the chase, "I have something to ask of you, Severus."

"That's rare," said Snape, taking a step back, asking Lucius to sit down, and waving his wand for two more drinks.

Lucius just took a sip intentionally, and was about to speak when he saw the man sitting across from him hesitate for a moment before waving his wand again.

There was another cup of hot black tea on the table.

This made Mr. Malfoy frown, and he looked around the living room: "Do you have any guests?" He said unquestionably, "Let him wait, let's talk first."

"I haven't." Snape said dryly, "If you want to say something, you can say it now."

This answer made Lucius suspicious, he frowned, and after looking at Snape for a while, his eyes fell on the fluffy black that was struggling back and forth at the jaw of Snape's left hand.He looked at it for a while, then suddenly said, "What is that?"

As if in response to his voice, a small meow suddenly sounded in the room.

"Meow……"

Snape's face immediately darkened.

Lucius got stuck for a rare moment: "Uh... a cat?"

Snape's face was ugly: "If you don't want to say it--let me remind you, I have to go back to Hogwarts to monitor those little devils in confinement."

Such words made the platinum noble chuckle: "Oh, Severus, you're always like this—seriously. Even Slytherin," he said indifferently, "we can't do it if we don't want to learn it, can't we? Just look at any professor at Hogwarts who spends his evening recess like you locking up students."

"That's obviously because I'm mean and sullen." Snape smirked, and then his expression was no longer as tense as before. "Well, what do you want to say here?"

"I want to ask you to make some potions." Lucius said, out of kindness to his friends, he reminded, "You closed your palms too tightly, the cat may feel suffocated, so it keeps moving around .”

As know that cat really?Of course, Snape, who was upright, didn't think that the kitten was suffocating in the palm of his hand at this moment. He didn't answer, and seemed to be noncommittal to Lucius' suggestion.

But Lucius, who was sitting across from him, still found that Snape accepted his words - the evidence was the little head that suddenly broke free from Snape's grasp.

That head looked smaller than the rim of a cup.A newborn cat?Lucius thought.Although it still looks a little cute now, it is obviously not a rare breed, and it is silly and not clever at all.

Lucius was no longer interested in the kitten in Snape's palm.

And Harry, who was finally able to break free from the darkness and stuffiness, didn't notice the way the man across from him looked at him. In fact, even if he did, he didn't bother to think about it.He just obediently stopped struggling and stayed in Snape's palm, listening to the conversation between the two men.

"These potions," said Lucius, handing Snape a roll of parchment, "I need the potions listed above - of course I am solely responsible for the materials. Also, Severus, you Any kind of reward can be mentioned—these potions are made, and you have done me a great favor."

There were not many chances for Lucius to say this. Snape took the parchment, opened it, glanced at it casually, and said thoughtfully, "I don't think this is what you or Narcissa need?"

"Of course," Lucius smiled slightly, "it's a mysterious person." He played with his snake staff, "a very mysterious person."

"It's hard to see you being so preoccupied with other people," Snape said.

"Severus, what are you testing?" Lucius asked, and he smiled meaningfully at the other party, "Malfoy won't do things that don't make sense."

Snape felt the soft, fluffy body in his palm start to wriggle, as if expressing uneasiness - but the wriggling was kept in such a small range, it looked like a simple restrained kitten getting impatient up.

Snape remembered that Harry had also glanced at the parchment in his hand just now.He scratched the kitten's slender neck comfortingly, and said calmly: "These formulas are very peculiar, and those who can write them," he paused, with eight points of sincerity, "must be excellent. Then the reward Just these recipes," he said, "can you call the shots?"

Lucius nodded with satisfaction and pleasure: "No problem, and I bet, I am not the only one who got these formulas, and you are certainly not the only potion master who can make them. But Severus, I think, you It's the best thing to do, isn't it?"

After finishing speaking, he saw the contemptuous curve of Snape's lips, and showed a reserved smile in satisfaction: "So farewell, the potion ingredients will be delivered tomorrow - I will remember to owl you in advance before the next visit. "

He didn't use the fireplace anymore and just Apparated away.

"Meow, meow (Professor, those potions——)" almost the moment Lucius left, Harry, who was pretending to be a cat in Snape's palm, yelled furiously.

"I know." Snape cut off Harry's words, he blamed, and gave Harry a half-hearted look: "As the Potions professor at Hogwarts, I think I am more qualified than you to deal with these things Express your opinion." He said, looked at the parchment again, and said to himself, "It's so strange, these medicines are surprisingly suitable for the problems that appear on your body...It is undeniable, whimsical, this will not be the same as before. There's something... a really good person. So..."

He glanced at Harry who had jumped out of his palm because of his irritability, learned to walk without a teacher, and was circling on the ground, and said in a voice almost whispering: "Not to mention, at least your body can do it gone."

Harry didn't know what Snape was thinking, and in fact he wouldn't feel much if he did - it sounds a little ungrateful, but the truth is, Harry wasn't thinking about his own at all. Body.

Because he clearly knows the real reason for his poor health.

Such a similar method... Could it be that other people came to this world with the same method?

But how is it possible?

No, how is it impossible? ...Are you so sure that only you can get the chance?

But if so, who would it be?

Harry's first thought was Sirius who had fallen into the curtain, and it was undeniable that this happy conjecture made him excited.At this time, he didn't think about the past and present at all, and all the things in his mind were "his godfather", "his relatives", "people who really loved him, helped him, and loved him unconditionally". words.

But at the same time, he quickly calmed down.

No, no, you think too much, Harry, you think too much...it's just a strange potion formula...it can't prove anything at all...all you really have to do is wait for the opportunity to find out the truth of the matter.

Harry told himself that, and then he finally got over the urge.

And at this moment, he heard Snape's voice: "I'm going to Hogwarts."

Snape said, frowning at Harry, as if hesitating what to do with the furry creature the size of a palm.

Harry was not worried at all, he breathed a sigh of relief, and happily said to Snape, "Meow (Professor, go!)" and began to think about what he was going to do later—well, try first Can you use magic, and if you can use magic, go out and explore the way?He will be returning to Hogwarts in a while, and there are quite a few things to do now...

Snape frowned even tighter, and he said, "...I don't think Mr. Ravens would want to go out and make trouble pretending to be a cat, would he?"

Harry snapped his shell.

Snape didn't ignore this pause, and his complexion became even more sour: "Then I can assume that Mr. Ravens really doesn't want to let go of any time, even with such a body, he still wants to make something. Something so his professor can't get enough of it?"

"Meow (Professor, I didn't let you...)" Harry originally wanted to say 'I didn't let you deal with the aftermath', but when he thought of all the things he had troubled Snape recently, he suddenly felt guilty—more than one Dot—on the spot, he smiled flatteringly at Snape with a cat face on his face, "Meow (that, Professor, I won't do bad things.)"

"As I said, your poor professor doesn't understand the language of cats," said Snape, looking around maliciously, "for a naughty, disobedient Potter, maybe I should try Something more useful than preaching? Like locking the windows and doors?"

Harry was startled when he heard Potter at first, thinking that Snape was really angry, but soon, he found that although the other party's expression was not good, he didn't mean to be angry. With a flash of inspiration, he said straight to Snape, "Meow (that, Professor, I can assure you!)"

Snape looked suspiciously at the suddenly agitated kitten, and guessed, "You told me not to lock you up?"

Harry the Cat nodded frantically.

Snape said again: "But I don't want you to be locked up...unless you promise." He looked at the kitten who was still meowing at him, and understood what the other person meant, "You mean, you can promise?"

Harry the cat heaved a sigh of relief, shaking his head up and down almost to nod his head off.

"So," said Snape, "you promise to stay here in good order until I come back tonight?"

"Meow meow (of course not guaranteed!)" Harry said while nodding, and smiled inwardly.

Snape looked at Harry?Pretending to be cute?Blue-eyed kitten?Ravens groaned for a while, as if he was about to nod, but in the end, he suddenly took out his wand and waved it, chanting the flying spell: "Ravens is flying!"

Harry, who was complacent, only felt a hook on his back, and then he lifted his feet off the ground and flew quickly in mid-air...and then fell into Snape's hand.

Harry the cat was dumbfounded: "Meow?"

Snape smirked at the kitten in his palm and said, "It's a pity that your professor doesn't believe Mr. Ravens' assurance; and based on Potter," he gritted his teeth, "the ability to cause trouble is locked. Doors and windows don't reassure me, so—"

He examined the kitten in his hand for a moment.

Harry didn't feel well.

His feeling is correct.

The next moment, Snape withdrew his wand, and wrapped his hands around the kitten in his palm like a ball of fur. Then he randomly stuffed the cat into his pocket, grabbed a handful of Floo powder and sprinkled it into it. Fireplace, said when the flames turned green: "Hogwarts Potions Office." ìì? ?Q?? ? @Xú?aYE?ó°58. Snape's mysterious new love, Hogwarts, at eight o'clock in the evening.

In the cold but bright Potions classroom in the cellar, a group of little snakes stood in front of the cauldron tremblingly brewing potions - the extra content provided by Snape during the confinement, for grades one to seven, basic but not simple Practical Healing Potion: Antidote Potion, Stamina Potion, Wound Potion, Dreamless Potion.

——Slytherin's little snake found out, and recently Snee has clearly shown that Pu prefers healing potions.

It was very quiet in the potions office.

After assigning the task, and briefly explaining the knowledge already in these textbooks and already learned, Snape was not idle either. He stood in the cabinet in the corner looking for potion materials, stopping to think for a while from time to time, Sometimes I would pick up the old black tome that was just on the podium table and look through it.

The pale blue flame danced in the icy air, silently and faithfully fulfilling its duty.

The little snakes brewing the potion together in groups of three or two began to make slight commotions—these little nobles obviously knew the three flavors of "cunning", and their commotion was not like Gryffindor lions whispering or making trouble. , but to ensure that at least one person is looking at the crucible, making eye contact with each other and exchanging information.

As for what information?

Are there any doubts?Of course it was Professor Snape up front - the wriggling pocket on his robes.

What the hell is in there?One of the little snakes asked the second little snake with his eyes.

Potion ingredients?Little snake's second guess.

Living potion ingredients...?The third little snake hesitated.

Maybe a pet?Snakes or bats or something?The fourth little snake is quite conservative.

It must be something alive!Or pets or potion ingredients, maybe both in one!The other little snakes all made up their minds.

But what is that?Another little snake raised a new question.

Bird snake?One of the best guesses.

Rune snake?Reliable guess two.

Voldebat?One of fantasy guessing.

Acromantula?Fantasy guess two.

Poison leopard?fantasy speculation...

Dementors?fantasy……

The little snake, who was exuberantly communicating in private, suddenly noticed that the contents of Snape's robe side pockets were struggling violently.

They held their breath.

The things inside struggled twice, and the pocket of the robe was torn.

The things inside struggled three times, and the pocket of the robe was torn open.

The things inside moved around, and a black shadow flashed... oops, it will come out soon!The little snakes on the sidelines sighed.

They became more and more engrossed.

I saw the pocket of the robe struggling once, twice, three times...

A cat's head popped out.

The little snakes were stunned.

what is that?doubt.

a cat.answer.

what catdoubt.

Kitten with black fur and green eyes.answer.

Fantastic Beasts?Desperate question.

No, just a normal cute kitten.Desperate answer.

So, their Head, Severus?Mr. Snape, the Snake King of Slytherin, the greasy old bat of Hogwarts, brought with him... an ordinary cat?

An ordinary cat.

An ordinary cat! ?

The little snakes in Slytherin collectively lost their voices and choked speechlessly.

At this time, Snape's attention also turned to his pocket—obviously he had noticed the movement of the kitten in his pocket for a long time, but he just didn't bother to pay attention to it—he rubbed the kitten's head roughly, I plan to suppress that fluffy and soft animal again.

But Harry had already stayed in the dark pocket with tears streaming down his face. Noticing Snape's movements, he hurriedly called out and scratched his palm with his paw—of course it wasn't heavy, just a reminder: "Meow Meow Meow (Professor) , let me out! I'm not a real cat!)"

Feeling the struggle of the kitten under his palm, Snape frowned, but he didn't make any rough movements, he just twisted the kitten out and brought it up in front of his eyes: "What are you doing?" He was a little impatient.

"Meow (let me down, professor!)" Harry yelled in mid-air, thrashing his limbs wildly. In fact, he wanted to say 'Let me walk alone', but considering Snape didn't know the language of cats ( In fact, he thinks that he himself will not), but after being able to guess his meaning very accurately, the guilty Harry cat quietly swallowed this sentence that contained the real intention.

Snape didn't guess what Harry meant this time, he looked suspiciously at the kitten in his hand, and suddenly thought of something, his scrutiny eyes fell on the other's belly.

"...Meow?" Harry the cat felt that such a gaze was too oppressive, and he had no idea what Snape was thinking.

Snape grunted, "I should have thought of that... never reassuring little bastard."

Harry didn't hear clearly, but it didn't matter, the important thing was that the next moment, he was being grouped up again and ready to be stuffed back into his pocket.

Harry struggled immediately.

Snape frowned, thought for a moment, and finally understood: "Don't want to stay in my pocket?"

Harry nodded vigorously without hesitation.

Snape glanced at the room, and after a while he threw Harry, who was in his hand, onto the table: "Don't run around." He warned, and turned to Draco, who was making the potion with a solemn expression. Say, "Look at this cat."

Only then did Draco raise his head, solemnly: "No problem, Professor. But what's the name of this cat? Is it yours?" He asked this sentence under the encouragement of everyone and his own gossip.

Snape naturally knew what Draco was thinking, but he didn't bother to worry about it: "It's not mine, as for the name—" He drew his voice, glanced at Harry who was sitting up shaking his hair on the table, He sneered maliciously, "How about it, Potter?"

Harry was dumbfounded.

All the little snakes also fell silent.

Snape left happily, and out of caution, he even closed the door.

There was an explosion in the quiet classroom, and someone shouted, "Merlin, Professor Snape actually brought a cat!"

"He's better off with a dementor than a cat!" another added desperately.

"An ordinary mongrel cat..." Another person said frustratedly.

"Even if it's an ordinary purebred." The last person was sad.

Then suddenly Draco screamed in the classroom.

Everyone turned their heads to look, and saw Draco jump half a meter away from his original position with agility, staring at the ground nervously: "What is it going to do?"

Only then did everyone notice that the kitten at the center of the topic had jumped to the ground at some point, and seemed to be about to grab Draco's robe.

"It wants to play with you?" A little snake guessed.

"Think you're kind?" A little snake also laughed.

"Oh, come on!" Draco exclaimed, tensing up, "Stop kidding, a cat!"

Harry: "Meow (hey, I just asked you to take me out...)"

"A mongrel!" Draco continued.

Harry: "Meow (hey...)"

"A dirty-looking mongrel cat!" Draco seemed agitated.

Harry: "... (he can't scream)"

"A filthy mongrel cat that looks dumb and stupid!" Draco was completely enraged.

Harry: "..." He gritted his teeth, glared at Draco, jumped a few times along the table legs to the table top, and then jumped a few times along the table top to the table next to the wall—then he followed the portrait quickly I jumped all the way up, and finally turned over beautifully, jumped into the unsealed vent on the beam, and disappeared.

A few seconds later, Xiao Snake, who was satisfied watching the juggling, suddenly came back to it.

"That cat..."

"jump on the table..."

"Climb to the ceiling..."

"Then……"

Qi Qi screamed:

"Disappeared!?"

Leaving aside how the little snakes who lost Harry's cat in the Potions classroom collapsed, Harry, who had turned into a cat, didn't feel much better at this time—although he suddenly jumped into the duct of the vent because of his anger , but the pipe was slanted downward, so Harry couldn't stand firmly when he entered, and he couldn't help but slide down the pipe with a slope of 1 degrees. He slid in the dark for about half a minute to [-] In a few minutes, Harry, who was dizzy and dizzy, only felt his body stop, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Hey, what is this? A cat?" Suddenly a voice sounded.

Harry, who hadn't recovered from the fall, only felt his body lighten, and he had been roughly twisted up.

Merlin...is this the wonderful animal life of a cat?Harry was desperate and angry, and he even hated the maker and seller of the Animagus transformation potion, because at this moment he had already seen clearly the person carrying him—a boy.

Slytherin boys.

So there is no need to think about what treatment will be given next.

Sure enough, after the first-grade boy looked at the kitten in his hand curiously, he laughed and threw it to his companion beside him: "Whose pet is this?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen it." The second boy was obviously not interested in Harry the cat, and he sideways in disgust, so Harry was dropped on the ground—Harry wanted to jump on the air vent just now. A beautiful turn over, but unfortunately his body that was hurt by the fall just slipped down the long pipe was really embarrassing.

On a special day, the two boys were not interested in getting entangled with a cat, and they were ready to leave after being invited. However, at this time, an angry female voice sounded: "Hey, what are you doing?"

The familiar voice startled Harry who had fallen to the ground. He looked up, and sure enough, he saw a little witch with a disheveled hair standing in front of the corridor, glaring at the two Slytherins angrily. Raising his head, his voice was a little sharp because of excitement: "You were bullying just now—a kitten?"

The two Slytherin boys laughed, and said maliciously, "A kitten? So what?"

The boy, who dodged Harry and clearly hated cats, kicked Harry on the ground.

Harry staggered slightly this time, but dodged it swiftly.

The little brown-haired witch was obviously very angry: "How can you do this!?"

The two boys giggled.They repeated in a strange manner: "A cat—how can this be?"

One of the boys drew his wand: "There's more to cats than cats, 'Miss Know-It-All' of Gryffindor!"

Hermione was obviously scared, she took a step back, but stopped immediately, drew out her wand and pointed at the other party as well, and just about to speak, she heard a voice from the side: "What are you doing?"

The three turned their heads together.

Harry, who was about to cast a silent spell without a wand, was no longer in a hurry. He also saw someone coming: Is it Il who shouldn't be at Hogwarts yet?Porter.

The 11-year-old boy has changed a lot in nearly a year.

His hair is still messy, and his height and outline have not changed, but his face is no longer impetuous and immature as before, replaced by a faint, seemingly indistinct determination.

Of course, now he can no longer laugh and be carefree like before.

At least not yet.

Since it was Gryffindor, Hermione immediately said, "They're bullying a cat!"

Originally thinking that it was Hermione who was being bullied, Il was taken aback for a moment, and then he didn't want to care about it—a cat?He can't even take care of his own affairs now.And Harry who left before...

Il scratched his hair irritably. Although he had decided in his heart not to be nosy, but for Hermione's sake, he still glanced in the direction the other party pointed.

Just a glance.

The inexplicable familiarity and intimacy that emerged from the bottom of my heart made Il completely forget the decision just now, but drew out his wand without hesitation.

"Get away from that cat!" He said sternly, "Right away!" ?Q?? ? @Xú?aYE?ó°59.59, quiet eve...

We have to admit that no matter how naive, arrogant, arrogant, or brainless Potter of Gryffindor is, at least compared to the average level of the first and even second grades, his actual combat performance is enough to stand out from the crowd ——So with the help of another equally good 'Miss Know-It-All', it didn't take much time for Il to let the two Slytherin first years leave the kitten and go away in despair.

Yi Er stepped forward, hesitated to hug the cat and was a little embarrassed - he himself didn't know where such complicated emotions came from: "Well, is this your pet?"

"Huh? No, no, of course not." Hermione said, unlike Il, she didn't have any extra emotions at all. She walked forward and simply hugged Harry who was in a complicated mood, so he didn't run away in time. Jin-il doubts.

One person and one cat are in a hurry at the same time.

Miss Know-it-All has already spoken happily: "I just saw it temporarily, but I don't know the owner of this kitten-but I bet its owner is already very anxious at this time." She said, looking at Il, "We Let's find its owner together?"

"No problem." Yi Er, who was holding the kitten, was a little stiff.

The kitten being hugged by El is also a little stiff: "Meow (Hey, I don't need it at all...)"

"Very good then!" Hermione had already made a decision, "I'll go to the library to return the book first, and I'll be with you later, you can ask Filch now—he also has a cat, maybe he knows about this one. The owner of the kitten."

As she spoke, the little brown-haired witch tossed her hair and hurried away.

El looked at the kitten.

The kitten looks aside.

Il then followed the sight of the cat in his hand to look at the boy's bathroom.

He realized: "Are you going to the bathroom?"

Harry ignored it, he jumped out of Il's hand and landed on the ground with a slight bump, then came to the door of the washroom, leaning on his shoulders, hoping to open a gap.

But before he could really use his strength, the door of the bathroom was pushed open.

It's Il.Harry looked up, and saw Il scratching his cheek in bewilderment with one hand on the door, thinking to himself, "Hmm, a cat trying to go to the toilet...?"

Arrow through the heart!

Harry twitched his cheeks, and ran into a grid a few times.Then he looked at the door that was taller than himself, and then at Il standing at the door.

With his wild instincts, El sees it again.

He walked forward with a strange expression, closed the door for the kitten, and then... Well, there was no movement, about a minute later, Il heard the sound of flushing water.Then, he saw the kitten shortened its body and got out from the gap underneath.He couldn't stop shaking, and didn't know what was wrong-but he soon knew.

Because the kitten jumped onto the sink again, pressing the faucet vigorously with its two front paws, and seemed to be trying to twist it away.

A particularly clever cat?Still very clean?Il muttered, stepped forward to help, and saw the whole body of the kitten huddled under the faucet, the fur all over its body was washed wet and stuck to its body, and matched with its trembling body from time to time, it looked disjointed. Poor outside.

Il couldn't help turning the faucet—but immediately, he was glared at by the little black cat who noticed that the amount of water was getting smaller.

Il: "..." He turned the tap on again.

So after 3 minutes, Harry, who was wet but finally clean, jumped from the sink to the sink table contentedly, and shook his body vigorously-his body quickly changed from completely wet to half dry.

It was Il who was unlucky to be standing aside—he was raising his hand to wipe the water off his face, as well as a few cat hairs that were thrown out together with the water and stuck to his face.

Harry noticed this, and felt awkward and disturbed.

But Yi Er didn't care at all, he asked with almost no temper: "What else do you want to do?" He felt that a cat probably couldn't understand his words, so he said, "Where is your master?" After he finished speaking, he couldn't help but To add, "If you can't find your master, how about coming home with me?"

Harry took one look at Il, ignored him, jumped down into the sink and trotted to the door, and—then, he was trapped by the closed door again.

Never at one point did Harry want to "split" a door so much.He resentfully stretched out his paws and scratched at the door fiercely. Amid the harsh "squeak", Harry once again felt his body tense up and his feet fly into the air...

He was picked up by Yil, who was already numb.

At least Professor Snape was right this time.Harry was too frustrated to make a sound.I should have stayed in Spinner's End - at least that way I wouldn't have to do so much to go to the loo.

Of course, Il, who was holding the kitten, didn't know what the kitten in his arms was. He pushed open the door of the bathroom and muttered, "Go to Filch first? Merlin knows what he will say... ...? But Professor McGonagall's Animagus is a cat, maybe she can understand the language of cats..."

Er suddenly froze for a moment.

Animagus?This cat seems to be too smart, but... Il raised his arm a little unsurely, looking at the silent kitten lying sleepily on his arm.

"Are you an Animagus?" El lowered his voice.

Harry, who was leaning on Il's arm, trembled in his ear, but it was so subtle that Il didn't notice it at all. He laughed, "Merlin, it's impossible for there to be such a...underage Animagus, right?"

He stretched out his hand and carefully touched the head of the kitten in his arms, but he didn't care if it was avoided, and continued to walk towards the cellar with the kitten in his arms, not forgetting to complain: "I really don't want to go to Slytherin's territory, but……"

It was 'but' again, Harry was upset, he wanted to jump off Il's arm several times, but was hugged tightly by the other, and the destination of the two was always the same, Harry could only suppress his emotions and listen Chatting about Gryffindor holding her.

But this time, the always enthusiastic Gryffindor didn't speak immediately.

Harry was a little puzzled, he couldn't help but want to listen carefully, and his cat ears immediately froze.

Yi Er found it very interesting, he couldn't help pinching the two erect ears that were trembling slightly, and then was scratched severely by the angry kitten.

Yi Er didn't care at all, he still held the kitten firmly, and only glanced at himself casually out of the corner of his eyes.