v3 Chapter 87： Cat

"That dress is really beautiful, but it's a pity it doesn't have a tail." After leaving the Room of Requirement, Tom recalled the "Wildcat" dress Hermione was wearing, and was still amazed.

"What are you thinking..." Hermione tapped Tom lightly, she didn't have a cat tail on that dress, so she needed a cat tail accessory if she wanted a cat tail. She learned by chance that this tail ornament should be classified as a "plug-in" - which Hermione was sure she would never wear.

Tom knows nothing about plugins. But the mention of the tail reminded him of Harry's cousin.

"Hermione, did you know that Hagrid made a pig's tail on Harry's cousin Dally's **** when he took Harry to school?" He shared the little gossip with Hermione.

"I will never let you make a tail on me!" Hermione frowned like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

Tom: Huh?

"So what about Crookshanks?" Tom, who was confused, quickly pulled the topic away. He remembered that yesterday Hermione carried him to the auditorium before the game and gave him a "lucky cat's paw", but later during the game, he did not see Hermione holding Crookshanks to watch the game.

Hermione was relieved to see that Tom didn't mention the tail anymore: even Tom couldn't do such an excessive thing, it's too shameful!

After the topic switched back, she could also answer Tom's question seriously.

"Crookshanes? Of course I can't take him to a race - it's raining so hard outside! And even if it's not raining, cats shouldn't be taken to such crowded, noisy places, cats are easily stressed. Yes. But the cats of the wizarding world are more sturdy.”

Tom's question made Hermione realize that he didn't seem to have any common sense in raising cats, so he gave Tom popular science what cat stress was. However, recalling the usual performance of Crookshanks, Hermione was also a little unsure whether cats in the wizarding world would be the same as Muggle pet cats.

Watching Crookshanks run wild and run out of the lounge to hunt without paying attention, shouldn't he be the kind of guy who gets stressed when he is in an unfamiliar environment?

"The non-magic world's breeding of cats is a little deformed. Cats are very good predators - or killers, but they are as fragile as a porcelain bottle." Tom couldn't help but complain.

"It's true, but..." Hermione wanted to go further on the topic, but she didn't know why she suddenly stopped.

"God!" Hermione exclaimed, covering her mouth.

Unlike wizards, the culture of the non-magical world has a deep influence on Hermione. Hermione is still used to calling God when she encounters shocking things, instead of shouting "Merlin" like a wizard.

Tom followed Hermione's gaze and saw that Crookshanks was crouching at the end of the corridor with a white dove under his paws.

Hermione ran over in a panic: she remembered that Tom's pigeons were white!

She couldn't imagine how she would face Tom if her cat ate Tom's pigeons. If Tom was going to punish Crookshanks, what should he do?

As they got closer, Hermione could see more clearly: Crookshanks pressing under the claws was indeed a dead pigeon, with blood on its chest and scattered feathers.

Hermione reached out a trembling hand and lifted Crookshanks up.

"Tom, I'm sorry, I..." She tried to explain for Crookshanks, but was completely speechless.

"Wait," Tom squatted down, looked at the pigeon's body carefully, and found that it was not his own pigeon at all.

"It's just a misunderstanding," Tom snapped Hermione's hair to make her less nervous.

"Really? Didn't you comfort me on purpose?" Hermione asked cautiously, holding Crookshanks in her arms, like a erring child.

"Of course not," Tom reassured the frizzy Hermione and the bewildered Crookshanks, "our Crookshanks are so smart that they won't attack those birds that have masters, right?"

Crookshanks meowed twice, as if to echo Tom.

"Okay, let's go back to the lounge and put Crookshanks down before going to breakfast?" Tom threw the corpse of the unfortunate victim pigeon out of the window with a levitating spell, and then cleaned up the "murder scene" clean.

"The rest room, lock this little monster first." Hermione said with lingering fears.

At this time, they happened to pass by the common room of Gryffindor House, and the door of the lounge was pushed open with a touch.

With Sir Cadogan's roar, a figure rushed out of the doorway.

It was Ron, and he rushed into Tom and Hermione's line of sight with a sheet.

"Exactly!" After seeing the two, Ron paused and was a little surprised: he didn't expect to meet Tom and Hermione at the door of the common room early in the morning.

How did they get here? Then Ron's eyes fell on Crookshanks in Hermione's arms, with blood on its claws and the corners of its mouth.

Ron understood at once. His whole face started to turn red.

"Look!" he growled, rushing to Hermione with the sheet in hand. "Look!"

He pushed the corner of the sheet under Hermione's nose.

"Ron, what—?" Hermione didn't even realize what was going on. She took two steps back subconsciously, looking at a loss.

"Banbans! My Scabbers!" Ron tried to move forward, but was stopped by Tom. Taking advantage of Hermione's retreat, he rushed into the middle of the two and separated them.

He saw something red on Ron's sheets that looked like blood.

"It's blood! Scabbers is dead!" yelled Ron. "It's dead! Do you know who did it?"

"No I don't know." Hermione's voice was shaking, and she had already guessed the answer wisely.

"You're a beast!" Ron wanted to push forward, but was pushed away by Tom. Then, Harry and Neville, who followed from the lounge, also hugged Ron with one arm each, lest His impulse caused further conflict.

"It's got blood in its paws and mouth! Why did Yodel and Granger from Ravenclaw show up at the gates of Gryffindor so early in the morning? Because you're looking for that beast you've kept—then Only ran into the dorm and ate my Scabbers! When you found it, Scars probably wasn't finished, right?" Ron snarled at Tom and Hermione behind him as he struggled.

Faced with Ron's accusation, Hermione's eyes turned red, and a few tears rolled from the corners of her eyes, she was terrified.

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