Magical Studies at Hogwarts

Chapter 120 Crookshanks
As soon as the weekend was over, it officially entered the Christmas holiday. Although Hogwarts Express sent away a group of students who chose to go home during the holidays, there were too many students who stayed in the school, which was no different from usual.

Ike knew very well that the so-called plot had actually changed. With so many people going to the Christmas dinner, Professor Trelawney would definitely not make the prediction about "Thirteen".

If there is any regret so far, it is that Ike still hasn't seen the divination level on the waste notepad system until now.Even if the divination has reached the level of LV4, it can be said that the prophetic divination is more attractive.

"Maybe there is really no talent?" Ike thought.

On the 24th, Ike was captured by Professor Flitwick to help decorate the castle.This job is actually done every year, but this is the first time I was called away early in the morning.Not many, with his level of magic, it doesn't take much trouble to just hang a decoration.

On Christmas Day, Ike was woken up very early by Stuart and Terry, and even Michael and Anthony came over. The four of them were holding a lot of presents and were about to unwrap them.

I didn't have this opportunity before, but now I have to compare.

Similar to last year, Ike's gift didn't change much, and he was the first to lose.Stewart got a Christmas sweater from his mother, the bright red one with the reindeer pattern on it, which killed him immediately.Michael and Anthony weren't much better, but they were better than Stewart anyway.

Terry took the lead, a Nimbus 2000 that had been out of the factory for two years, and he really enjoyed the envious eyes of Stuart.Even if this thing has been sold for two years, the price is still not cheap.

Of course, nothing compares to the latest Firebolt.

The common room was very lively. Penello, who stayed at school, led a group of little witches to decorate the lounge well, and also contributed a lot of candy and dessert drinks. Professor Flitwick also provided his unique small cake .When Ike and others came out, they were occupying the sofa, talking and joking, very happy.

After saying hello, I blended in naturally.Stuart and Anthony naturally chatted with the Quidditch players like Qiu, and Terry joined in with the Nimbus 2000.

But the consequences were very serious. Under the coercion of Stuart and Anthony, the two bad friends, the right to use the broom was directly and forcibly assigned to Ravenclaw's Seeker Qiu.

Qiu was still a little embarrassed, but even the coerced Terry repeatedly asked for humility, so he agreed to use this broom during the competition.

After all, her comet broom was too old.

"We're going to win the Quidditch Championship!" Stewart yelled, a good broom improving a Seeker immensely.But he was not happy for too long. When everyone came to the auditorium and saw the brand-new Firebolt in Harry's hand, Stuart fainted.

"It's okay, the gap between the Nimbus 2000 and the Firebolt is smaller than that between the Comet and the Firebolt."

Patting Stewart on the shoulder, Ike went straight to the side, sat quietly on Ravenclaw's long table, and ate breakfast in silence.

"You're avoiding me." After a while, Hermione sat over holding a cat with a big face that looked like it had been slapped by a frying pan.

"I didn't." Ike denied it.

"Impossible!" Hermione said with an expression that I had seen through you, "Don't forget, we have three classes that are taught together, and every time you left as soon as the get out of class was over."

"You can't blame me, and neither do you. After all... we all have to take two or three courses at the same time."

"Then at the Three Broomsticks last time, you clearly saw me!"

"Are you sure you want me to greet you at that time?" Ike handed over a sandwich, his eyes sweeping towards the densest part of the Gryffindor long table, "There was another person who shouldn't be there at that time Woolen cloth."

"And, next to you is Professor McGonagall, are you sure to let her know about it?"

"You!" Hermione was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, and took a bite out of the sandwich.

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Can I say no?" Ike replied.

"No! I haven't forgotten the stun spell you threw on my head at the end of last term!"

Hermione obviously turned up old accounts, and Ike had no choice but to nod helplessly, and then took over the big-faced cat who was also confused.

"Help me take care of Crookshanks for a while, I don't know who else will help me except you." Hermione looked a little lonely, "It always likes to catch that stupid mouse of Ron, I told it Several times, without any effect, as long as it can't be seen at a glance, it will definitely go after that stupid teacher..."

"Ron and I quarreled many times, and I explained many times that Crookshanks would never hurt that stupid mouse, it was just curious..."

"No wonder..." Ike suddenly murmured to himself.

"Huh? No wonder why?" Hermione asked, interrupted.

"No wonder you gave me cat food at Christmas. You used to give me books and quills." Ike stroked the cat, and it felt surprisingly good.

Hermione was a little embarrassed by what she said, so she picked up a glass of milk and took a sip to cover up her embarrassment.

"That's my cup." Ike said while stroking the cat, "I drank it just now."

"Cough cough!"

Putting down the glass quickly, Hermione's ears were a little red, but she couldn't see it because of her thick hair.

Maybe it was because she was coughing too loudly, or because Crookshanks was snoring too much... that made Jimmy, who had been hiding in Ike's collar, crawl out.

Jimmy seldom came out since November, perhaps because the weather was too cold, as it was like last year.

"Long time no see, Jimmy!" Hermione stretched out her hand, and Jimmy crawled over naturally, looking at Crookshanks collapsed into a cat cake with some doubts.

"I... I'm going back, take care of it!" After that, he showed a vicious expression.

Then, he left with Jimmy.

"Oh... ah?" Ike didn't react at first, but when he did, Crookshanks scratched his hand again with his paw, and then he came back to his senses, and used the eighteen cat strokes again .

"Hululu... Hululu..."

Hearing Crookshanks' comfortable snoring, Ike was in a daze for a moment.I still remember the same thing in the past, whenever he had dinner at home, the long-haired Persian cat of the same color would lie on his lap and make such a purring sound.

Besides, that cat was much better-looking than Crookshanks, at least the face wasn't flat.

Although, its name is also Crookshanks.

　I asked the editor today, if there is no accident, it should be on the shelves this Friday~
　　So if it is on the shelves, ten more?

　　Can I ask for the last wave of tickets?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)