Chapter 243： Not guaranteed late festival

As the Hermione trio were discussing plans for the evening in the hall, Fisch was sitting next to Professor McGonagall, using a knife and fork skillfully to quickly cut the steak in front of him and fork it into his mouth.

Fisch's dining movements are not only standard but also fluent, with a sense of elegance unique to cats.

Willing to bet and lose, Kitty still keeps her promise in this regard.

Fisch was eating the food on the plate, talking and laughing with Professor McGonagall and Professor Sprout next to him, while Fox, who had been following him before, fluttered his wings and flew to Dumbledore's side.

Fox first took off Dumbledore's glasses, and then put his head on his right temple.

Although Dumbledore did not understand the call of the phoenix, Fox was more than just a pet to him. Like Uropoulos, he signed a magical contract with Dumbledore, so Dumbledore was able to obtain complete information from Fox in other ways.

"Okay, I know."

After receiving the message from Fox, Dumbledore's blue eyes flashed a few times, he put on his glasses again, and his smile returned.

He stretched out his hand and stroked Fox's beautiful golden and red feathers, and thanked him: "Thanks for your hard work, you should continue to follow Fisch."

"Huh—"

Fox yelled softly, then pecked Dumbledore's beard with the beak, then flew back to Fisch and landed on his shoulder.

"Meow? Fox, are you back?"

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Fisch took a fungus with a big cap from his pocket and handed it to Fox's mouth, "Is he hungry?"

"Huh—"

Fox responded casually and began to peck at the fungus on Feish's hand.

"This is a beating toadstool."

Professor Sprout probed her head and said in a certain tone that, as a professor of herbal medicine at Hogwarts, she could never have mistaken the plant in Fisch's hands, and she had only brought the students to know this plant not long ago.

"Really..." Professor Sprout sighed helplessly, and said, "It looks like the little guy in our college has secretly taken out plants from the greenhouse again..."

Because she doesn't do it less often, Hufflepuff's students have developed a similar habit, always like to bring something from the greenhouse back to plant for fun.

Then Professor Sprout glanced at Fox, who was obediently on Fisch's shoulder, and said with some envy: "This is the first time I have seen Fox eat food passed by someone else..."

Because Fox occasionally went to the greenhouse for food, Professor Sprout, who stayed in the greenhouse all the year round, had encountered it many times.

Professor Sprout tried to feed Fox more than once, but it was a pity that the other party didn't bother to care about her at all, and pecking at the plants in the pots in the greenhouse.

So now that Fox has changed his arrogance and ate the food in Fisch's hands affectionately, it must be false to say that Professor Sprout is not envious.

only……

"This happened to Fisch, and it doesn't seem to require much fuss."

Professor Sprout laughed, and then unwillingly took the beating toadstool that had been eaten by a half from Fisch, and tried to feed Fox again.

"Huh—"

Fox glanced at the food in her hand, then waved his head, not even taking care of it.

"Sure enough."

Shaking his head helplessly, Professor Sprout handed the beating toadstool back to Fisch.

"Meow?"

Fisch scratched his head, a bit trying to make Fox give Aunt Pomona's face, and felt that doing so was not fair to Fox.

So after struggling for a while, Fisch still shook his ears and said nothing, and continued to feed the beating toadstool to Fox.

(●ΦωΦ●)

The Christmas banquet at noon quickly ended. Fisch took Fox back to the dormitory, transformed back into a cat shape and huddled together on the chairs by the fireplace, and Fox also nestled on the chairs next to him, one gray and one red. The hair dumplings leaned together and fell asleep.

While Feish was asleep, there were other people busy.

Harry and Ron secretly took two chocolate cakes from the noon banquet and spilled the hypnotics given by Hermione.

"I said, can this plan really succeed?"

Ron looked at Hermione who was still stirring the compound soup, and asked with a guilty conscience.

"Do you have a better way?"

Hermione asked without looking back, and as black smoke rose from the cauldron, her face was also beaming with joy.

I opened the "Powerful Potion" again to confirm that the dark soup in the cauldron was exactly the same as described in the book. Hermione nodded in satisfaction and closed the book.

Then she walked to the shelf to the side, took out a few glass bottles with corks from above, and used a long-handled spoon to scoop the soup in the cauldron into these bottles.

"This room is really great. Some tools you need can be found in it."

After a sigh of admiration, Hermione gave the two corked glass bottles to Harry and Ron.

"The only inconvenience is that this room is on the eighth floor, and the compound decoction lasts only one hour, so to be on the safe side, we can't be here when we transform."

While she was talking, she put the other glass bottles filled with compound decoction into her bag, and gave it to Fisch after preparation.

"I have a good place to go."

When things got to this point, Harry couldn't hold back anymore, so he thought about it positively, and then thought of the underground classroom where Ron went to the death party with Ron.

When she told Hermione about the place, she slapped her hands excitedly, "Great, then we just have to go to the laundry room, steal a few changed clothes, and wait for the night to come."

Ron looked at Hermione who was excited, and then at Harry who had become more active. He sighed helplessly, then shook the glass bottle in his hand, and said, "Okay, I hope this stuff is added. After getting Crabbe and Gore’s hair, it won’t be too bad to drink."

In addition to the three of Harry and the others, Dumbledore who was also busy with the secret room information from Fox.

After the banquet was over, he slipped quietly to the girls' bathroom on the third floor and came to the innermost sink.

"Unexpectedly, the entrance to the secret room is here... Yes, it was here that Myrtle was killed... It seems that I was not wrong at first... It's just, why is it Ginny Weasley?"

After careful investigation, Dumbledore muttered to himself while rubbing a small serpentine carving on the side of the bronze dragon's head.

Although this entrance was spelled by Slytherin, Dumbledore was not helpless about it. Just doing so would definitely cause damage to the surroundings, so the movement would be too great. Before Voldemort was drawn out. To do it is not worth the gain.

In addition, the Basilisk in the Chamber of Secrets has a good relationship with Fei Xu, and it should be possible to try to get the cat to win it over, without having to kill it all...

After all, it is not easy to see a basilisk these years and Fei Xu will be sad too.

The most critical question right now is to figure out what happened to Ginny, whether it was the Imperius Curse or something.

"Uuuuuuu..."

"Hahahahaha! Look at it!"

Just when Dumbledore turned to leave here, the weeping Myrtle walked in through the wall crying, and behind her was the Peppy who was chasing her bully.

So the two ghosts who broke in collided with Dumbledore who was about to leave.

Myrtle: "!!!"

Pippi: "!!!"

Dumbledore: "..."

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