The Witch's Bodyguard [Comprehensive Anglo-American]

Stark thought that cats were born with the ability to catch mice, but in fact it didn't seem to be the case at all, at least he didn't have any experience in catching mice, so that when Ma Linglong took Stark to the Screaming Shack to discuss with everyone When planning, Stark suddenly felt powerless.

But that's no problem for the smartest cat in the world.It only took him a few minutes to watch a few videos about cats and mice through Ma Linglong's mobile phone, and he mastered many skills, such as making reasonable use of the stretching length of the front and rear paws, and twisting Explosive power behind the ass.

They also did relevant practical training on this. To be honest, Stark felt stupider than ever. He hoped that everyone would keep everything that happened today a secret. He didn't want to hear anything about "Stark is a Such a good cat, he can catch mice” commented.

In fact, what Stark was really worried about before starting the operation was how he could tell which of the many mice was the real Peter Pettigrew, after all, he had never seen either himself or the mouse.But his worries were quickly dispelled, and Stark was surprised to find that he could distinguish those small animals that seemed to have exactly the same appearance. Relying on his great sense of smell, he could now even distinguish male cockroaches from female cockroaches.

Through the display of the Marauder's Map, they found that Peter Pettigrew likes to lurk near the corridors of the boys' dormitory most of the time, which is not surprising, and he has to rely on Ron for his daily meals.Especially at night, when everyone is asleep, he will be very active, and sometimes he will go out of school, but he will not leave for a long time before returning.

His movement track is irregular, like wandering around with nothing to do, which is actually true, what can a mouse do?

"Peter Pettigrew lacks a finger on his right hand. You can catch all the mice that are missing fingers, or kill them directly." This is the only clue Sirius provided Stark.

"You say kill? No, that's not my plan." Stark wouldn't be stupid enough to mess with all rats with missing fingers, let alone kill them, even though he's a cat, "he'd have to Only by living can you wash away the crime." Stark couldn't help feeling sick at the thought of rat hair and blood in his mouth.

Stark speculates that Peter Pettigrew must have a different taste from all mice, just like Ma Linglong has a different taste from a little bat after he turns into a bat.He only needs to pretend to be walking, and he can smell it when he walks in that area inadvertently, so Stark has a new problem.If Peter Pettigrew turns back into a human body midway, how can he handle an adult, after all, he is not a "steel cat", does not have a pulse gun and a durable body.

However, regarding this, Stark already has a preliminary plan, and he plans to tailor a cat-shaped armor for himself immediately after returning to the United States.

Sirius thought that Peter Pettigrew could not easily show his true colors, and the characters in the oil painting would see him. Not only that, but due to the disturbance caused by Sirius, the dormitory area is now under surveillance by house elves 24 hours a day, The teachers of the school also joined in and spared no effort to patrol, and Snape was the most active among them.Pettigrew Peter is well aware of the consequences of being discovered. In order to hide himself, he did not hesitate to turn into a mouse and live for 12 years, not for being captured alive one day.

"He doesn't have a wand, so he can't do you any harm." This was Lupine's conclusion. "Plus you are a special cat. He shouldn't be able to do anything to you just by thinking."

Even so, Ma Linglong repeatedly urged that in case of any emergency, Stark must turn around and run instead of going up bravely.Stark also got a comrade-in-arms, Ma Linglong's little bat.

Their plan is quite thorough, to ensure that Peter Pettigrew will not run out of the school as much as possible. Once Stark locks on the target and successfully captures him, they will directly bring Peter to Ma Linglong's office, and then she will personally Take the culprit and Sirius to meet Dumbledore.

A wise wizard can always see through the truth at a glance.

It was three o'clock in the morning, and the school was silent and dark, but nocturnal creatures could not be troubled, and Stark's vision was as clear as day.

"It's really exciting." Stark alone, or rather, a cat, carried everyone's expectations, and embarked on a journey to find the evil mouse alone.Anyway, it was going to be a feat for Iron Man, but he didn't expect someone to record the moment, "You say what I should say when I see him." He uttered a simple syllable to the little bat, " Are you under arrest or hands up?"

The little bat sat on Stark's back and didn't respond.

"No, no, no, this doesn't fit Iron Man's lines. I haven't thought about the opening line yet, because that would be stupid." Stark trotted a few steps, and he felt something not far away through the pads As he approached, Stark stopped immediately, hunched over, looked up, and jumped onto a painting frame. "Look what that is?" he said to the little bat.

Filch took his Mrs. Norris and walked slowly around the corner with an oil lamp in his hand. When he passed by the snoring oil paintings, he had to take the oil lamp far away to avoid being caught in a bad temper. Good oil painting characters make irresponsible remarks.

Mrs. Norris is not as beautiful and gentle as her name sounds. This is an ugly female cat. She is scrawny and has dark gray fur. She is as unreasonable as her master.

"What did you find?" Filch stopped, because Mrs. Norris was standing in front of an oil painting, she raised her neck, her red eyes fixed on it, "What's there, Norris Ma'am?" He approached vigilantly, held up the oil lamp, the dim yellow candlelight flickered on and off, and the dark corridor seemed to be full of dangers.

Stark held his breath, not sure if he had been spotted, but if it was a cat, it would be a matter of time before he found another cat.

The little bat flew down from the frame, flapped Mrs. Norris' head with its wings, and the ugly cat snarled angrily and pawed at it.The little bat made a chirping sound, which seemed to be mocking. It flapped its wings and flew forward for a while. Mrs. Norris rushed forward, but it was once in vain, and she was taken away by the little bat. Stark range.

Filch obviously recognized who the bat belonged to, which made him feel disgusted and a little exasperated: "Damn little beast, you are as unruly as your master." Filch hates Ma Linglong, he probably hates Anyone who violates the school rules, no matter if the other party is a student or a teacher.Filch was only mildly polite to Snape, and beyond that, even Dumbledore harbored dissatisfaction.

Filch felt that Dumbledore was too kind to the students, and he was more inclined to punish students who made mistakes.

Mrs. Norris was lured further and further away by the little bat, and Filch had to follow closely behind with an oil lamp.

"Good job, briquette." This is Stark's nickname for the little bat. He jumped off the oil painting frame, startling the people in the painting, "Sorry." Stark turned his butt and head Said back, "Please continue your sweet dreams."

Ma Linglong was looking at the Marauder's Map with Lupine in his office. Sirius was also here in the form of a dog. They should have discovered Peter Pettigrew's whereabouts earlier than Stark.It's a pity they couldn't see Stark's name on the map because he doesn't belong at Hogwarts.The only thing they can be sure of is that Stark has not succeeded yet, Peter Pettigrew is still moving slowly, and there is a secret passage in the third-year boys' dormitory.

Sirius seemed very agitated, walking up and down the room, making disturbing noises.

"Trust Anthony," Lupine told him.

"Maybe someone has to help him," said Sirius, "if I go."

"Stop your dangerous thoughts." Ma Linglong said, "First of all, the mouse recognizes you, he is familiar with your scent, and second, you have already appeared, and everyone in the school is on guard." She was more than anyone else. Everyone is eager to help Stark. In the unpredictable stairwell, Ma Linglong is really worried. The little bat can provide him with guidance, telling him when to go down the stairs and when to stand still.But Stark is just a cat, except for being smarter, without armor, not even a pistol, he is vulnerable.

Ma Linglong once turned into a bat and searched throughout Hogwarts. It is obvious that Peter Pettigrew has always remembered the girl's bat image, and he can cleverly avoid Ma Linglong's tracking every time. If you act rashly, it may be difficult to have another chance.

Waiting is tormenting, especially without communication equipment, they have no way of knowing Stark's progress, nearly two hours have passed, and Peter Pettigrew is still hovering in that place, like a mockery of them .

"Linglong, I think you should go to sleep." Lupine suggested, "You still have class tomorrow morning, and Sirius and I will keep an eye on him."

"No, just take some refreshing pills." At this moment, Ma Linglong's cell phone felt a vibration.

Sirius' ears perked up subconsciously.

Natasha sent a photo, the picture is blurry, but the content can be seen clearly.

"It's good news." Ma Linglong said, "There are eyewitnesses who took pictures of Peter Pettigrew cutting off his finger." She didn't know how Natasha did it. There was nothing like this in those days A highly intelligent mobile phone that can take pictures or have a camera function at any time.

The two men took a closer look, and Sirius said, "Can't move, what's the point of a picture that can't move?"

"It was taken by a Muggle," Lupine said. "It looks far away."

The original picture was a street scene, not a shot of Peter Pettigrew. If you look at it this way, no one will notice the blur in the corner.Fortunately, the photographer used a professional camera, and after Natasha's restoration, the blurry image became recognizable.

At least Pettigrew's face is recognizable.

"Muggle pictures wizards won't believe," said Sirius.

"It's a good start." Ma Linglong quickly replied to Natasha.

Stark was dazed by the damn stairs, he felt that he might be lost, he obviously returned the same way, but the end was not where he was familiar with.But he showed no panic at all. His sense of smell told him that the mouse he was looking for was nearby, and he only needed to get out of the maze and reach the source of the smell.

He jumped onto the banister of the stairs again, and the slippery surface almost caused Stark to fall into the bottomless depths.

The little Bat had to do it by himself in order to distract Filch and the weird cat who hadn't joined Stark yet.

There are hundreds of stairs in Hogwarts, they are of different shapes and sizes, and they are always in a rickety state.When Stark was standing on the stairs just now, the lower half disappeared in front of his face, and he was stuck in the middle for a long time before finally waiting for them to reconnect.

Stark wondered if the students here were suffering from the same troubles as him, and he hoped that no one was killed or anything, if so, he would definitely not allow his children to come to Hogwarts.

If his child is a wizard, Stark feels that his child is very likely to be a wizard, and he is already thinking about whether Ravenclaw or Gryffindor is better.

Stark came to a closed door, jumped up and hit his butt, no response, like a solid wall.He turned around and found that the ladder behind him was gone again, and everything seemed to be moving constantly. Stark complained a few words, and carefully climbed up the railing with ease, his four claws tightly hooking the edge of the wood.

He squinted his eyes and looked at those weird stairs from a relatively high position. From time to time, a slight rumbling sound came into his ears, and he knew it was the sound made when the stairs changed.Stark squatted there motionless with a short body, just like the concentration when making armor, using his insightful eyes, sensitive ears, and sense of smell to observe the changes in front of him.

Time passed by every minute and every second. I don't know how long it took. It seems that after turning into a cat, his concept of time is different from that of humans.Stark found a pattern, and he hoped he was right, because he probably didn't have much time left.

Stark has to find the mouse before the students get up and take him to Marring's office. Once the traffic increases, Peter Pettigrew will not stay at the school, and it will become extremely difficult to find him.

Just as Stark was about to jump, something caught its tail, and he let out a cry of pain.

"A chubby silly cat!"

It was a strange-looking monster, at least in Stark's eyes, it certainly could not be called a human being, it floated in the air, was very short, with a wide face with a mouth that almost spanned the entire cheek.The monster had bright eyes and a pointed hat like a clown's.

It's Peeves, a man of mischief and mischief in every way.

"You're the fool!" Stark stretched out his claws and waved fiercely at the monster's arm.

Peeves let go of his hand, and when Stark's center of gravity shifted, he suddenly threw a chalk tip towards Stark's face.Then, Peeves was attracted by the gemstone on Stark's chest, and he unceremoniously stretched out his hand towards the beautiful stone, which was very eye-catching even in the dark.

Stark's bulky body fell out of the railing, his two paws clenched desperately: "For God's sake!" He didn't know what it was, but he wasn't curious at all, anyway, it wouldn't be a good thing, Before the action, Ma Linglong said that this is a magical world, and Hogwarts at night is not safe.

And the task of protecting Stark from Peeves or other ghosts originally belonged to the little bat.

"Do you know whose cat this is, Peeves? If you knew, you wouldn't want to stay in this place any longer." The voice of an old man stopped Peeves from raging, "It's Linglong's, You definitely don't want her to know, you used the prank on this cat, right?"

Stark was picked up by a pair of rough and powerful hands, out of danger, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Yes, you little monster, get out of here before I tear you to pieces!"

Peeves seemed to have been seriously frightened, and it definitely wasn't Stark's. He screamed and quickly floated away, and the oil painting on the wall let out a low growl of dissatisfaction.

"You're clearly in trouble," said Dumbledore mildly. "I guess you need a little help, if I can help."

"You look like Santa Claus." Stark arranged an identity for the savior he thought was most suitable without any consideration.

Dumbledore smiled kindly, and he led Stark to the opposite side of the stairs without denying, "I think you're going there." Dumbledore put Stark on the ground.

Following the eyes of the old man, Stark smelled the smell of Peter Pettigrew, and that direction is where the smell originated: "Thank you, Santa Claus." He said, "Actually, I didn't believe there was Christmas in this world." Old man's, but it's no surprise that Santa Claus is here."

"In that case, would you like any present?" said Dumbledore in his lilting tone.

"Wow, you understand what I'm saying, that's great!" Stark has already decided that he is Santa Claus, "I want my friend to stop being regarded as a murderer."

Dumbledore smiled slightly and said, "It's a bit difficult, maybe you want to change it to something else?"

"I said it offhand, you don't have to take it seriously," Stark told him, and trotted away, "Thank you, Santa, and Merry Christmas, well, I know it's still a few weeks away."

Stark came to Ron's bedroom by smell. He didn't know yet that the reason why the fat woman allowed him to go in was entirely Dumbledore's instructions.

Stark crawled beside the closet and quickly locked on to the target.

Pettigrew Peter is eating peanuts on the bedside, which is the food Ron prepared for his pet mouse. Although Scabbers is always missing, he firmly believes that his mouse will return to the owner every day, and eating the leftover peanut shells is the evidence.

Stark came to the vicinity of Pettigrew Peter lightly, the mouse stopped eating, and he felt a little danger behind him.When he tried to escape, Stark had already lunged at him, but unfortunately, he missed a hit, and Peter Pettigrew slipped quickly from under Stark's teeth.

Evidently he was experienced in escaping.

Peter Pettigrew squeaked and jumped on Ron's face, followed by Stark, following his voice.

The movement of a cat and a mouse woke up the two boys who were about to wake up, Ron and Harry, and it was already seven o'clock in the morning.

"Oh, damn it, where did the cat come from!" Ron's drowsiness disappeared the moment he saw Stark. He turned over and got out of bed, picked up the slippers on the ground and threw it at Stark, but missed.

"Hey boy, take it easy!" Stark said angrily.

Pettigrew rushed to Ron's side and hid in the boy's pocket.

"How cunning, murderer." Stark's hair was blown out, making him look even bigger.

Ron protected his mouse and pointed his wand at Stark: "Get out, stinky cat!"

"Actually, you don't smell very good." Stark said angrily, his eyes fixed on the target, and he was ready to pounce in the next second.

"Wait, Ron, don't hurt it." Harry touched his glasses and saw the cat clearly. "That's Professor Lillian's cat."

The Stark cat is quite recognizable, and the gemstone on his chest is like his signature.

"what?"

While Ron was in a trance, Stark slammed his hind legs. He hit Ron first, and then took the mouse's spine in one bite.He rushed in the direction when he was not in a nostalgic relationship.

Well done, Potter kid.

Stark said in his heart.

I guarantee you'll be rewarded with Iron Man.

"Oh, no, no!" Ron clutched his chest hurting from being hit by Stark, "Harry, look what you did!"

The author has something to say: Since everyone still wants to suck cats, tomorrow will usher in the last Nini cat moment.

Then you can guess whether this operation will be successful~