Chapter 364： retractable ears

Soon, the five retractable ears crept along the base of the wall and sneaked up to the corner where Fish was.

Naturally, such movements could not be concealed from the keen Fischer, and just like the twins said, Fischer had already heard what they said.

In addition, this stretchable ear, which is said to be inspired by their own hearing, was invented by the twins more than ten days ago, and the cat, who was sold as a gold medal, had already seen it a few days ago.

It's only because the twins still need to stock up and the Christmas holidays are approaching recently, so they're delaying the sale.

However, just as the twins had guessed, Fish didn't even think about reporting them.

For cats, as long as the sounds are within their hearing range, they cannot be called eavesdropping...

Of course, this is only for himself.

Fisher is not stupid, he can still judge whether others are eavesdropping, but Maomao doesn't care at all, he doesn't think there is anything to hide in the chat with Professor McGonagall.

So the kitten just quietly glanced at the telescopic ears at the base of the wall, and quickly withdrew his gaze.

At this time, Fudge, who had ordered at the bar, walked back, and he continued to win over Fish.

"Continuing the previous topic... Fish, do you intend to work at the Ministry of Magic in the future? I think you are very suitable for the position of Director of the Department of Management and Control of Magical Creatures."

"Not interested meow."

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This time, Fisher still refused very decisively, which made Minister Fudge very depressed.

"Can you tell me why? I think you know by now that the Ministry of Magic is the most powerful department in the wizarding world."

"But there's no money there. Uncle Arthur works at the Ministry of Magic, but Ron and the others are so poor."

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The kitten, who had found it hard to make money, answered categorically, and his answer was well-founded and convincing.

The three Weasley brothers who are eavesdropping: "..."

Suddenly I was **** off by the cat.

Following them, they heard Minister Fudge say helplessly: "The wages of the Ministry of Magic are definitely higher than most jobs, and the Weasleys are not rich, mainly because they don't know how to manage their property. In addition, their children have children. More is one of the reasons…”

Feishu counted with his fingers, then nodded in approval, and said, "It seems to be a little too much."

"Right, so the salary of the Ministry of Magic will definitely not be less. Do you want to think about it again? Maybe you can become Minister of Magic in the future."

"Well... but, there are other people who asked Fish to work with them meow..."

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The kitten scratched her hair in distress, her expression a little tangled.

In addition to Fudge's solicitation, there is also a bad old man who wants Mao Mao to be the principal. Recently, Trelawney, who has been encouraging Fish to become a fortune-teller, and Newt, who thinks he will make a great difference in the field of magical animals, once invited him Sandro joined the Skeleton Dance Company, and Fish is now in the role of Weasley's Trickster Gold Salesman, and more...

Therefore, in terms of intimacy, invitation time, and personal senses, the Ministry of Magic is unlikely to be Fish's first choice.

At this time, Professor McGonagall came out to help him clear the siege and said: "Fish is still young," she smiled and patted the cat's head lightly, "it's not too late to think about this kind of thing in the future, and Hogg Watts also has career guidance in fifth grade."

"Hahaha, you're right," Minister Fudge didn't expect to abduct Fisher to his side all at once, he hit haha ​​and said, "I'm in a hurry."

"Minerva, your little glass of violet water."

Just at this moment, Ms. Rosmerta came over with a plate containing four drinks, and put the smallest cup of purple drink in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you." Professor McGonagall nodded slightly.

Among them was a particularly gigantic mead, apparently ordered by Hagrid, and then Professor Flitwick's soda with ice and conch cherry syrup, and Minister Fudge's redcurrant rum.

"Thank you, Rosmerta, darling," Fudge said after Ms. Rosemerta had served her drinks. "I must say, it's a pleasure to see you again. Would you like to have one too, please? Come with me. Together we will……"

Apparently Minister Fudge and a certain boy who survived had the same hobby.

"Oh, thank you very much, Minister."

She could take the opportunity to play the cat and get some information from Fudge. Of course, Ms. Rosmerta had no reason to refuse. She quickly brought another glass of red currant rum and sat down beside Fish...

Let Minister Fudge, who is sitting directly opposite the cat, feel a little sorry.

"What brought you here, Minister?"

After teasing Fish for a while, Ms. Rosmerta turned around and asked Fudge for news.

Fudge looked left and right, made sure no one else was around, and whispered, "What else, dear, isn't it Sirius Black? I guess you heard what happened at school on Halloween, too?"

"I heard some rumors," Ms. Rosemerta nodded.

Professor McGonagall looked sternly at Fish and then at Hagrid, as if confirming which of them had leaked the news.

"Meow?"

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Fish tilted his head and looked at Professor McGonagall for unknown reasons, while Hagrid also looked confused.

In fact, there was no need for the two of them to leak the secret. Ms. Rosemerta had already heard about it from other students. Adolescent boys always tried their best to attract the attention of the beautiful opposite sex.

Then, Ms. Rosmerta began to complain about the Dementors.

"Rosmerta, my dear, I don't like them either," said Fudge embarrassedly. "It's a necessary precaution...I just ran into a few of them, and they're not good for Dumbledore..."

He glanced at Fish, who was staring at Professor McGonagall.

"Well... and Fish are very annoyed - he refused to let them into the castle grounds, and was beaten by Fish before."

"That's what they deserve!" Professor McGonagall immediately stood up to his kitty, "to attack the Hogwarts students on the Quidditch pitch! If it wasn't for Fish and Dumbledore, God knows they could still do it. What the hell! If we let those terrifying things roam around, how are we going to teach?!"

"Yes, yes!" Professor Flitwick echoed sharply.

"However," Fudge argued, "they are there to protect everyone from a more dire threat... We all know what Black can do..."

"Harry fell straight off the broom," Professor McGonagall said sarcastically. "If they were allowed to enter Hogwarts, I'm afraid that without Black, Harry would have died."

"Yeah! And that time on the train, Harry, Neville, and Ginny were all terrified by Dementors, meow!" Fishy also helped, and stabbed Harry in the way. Heart, "Even if Harry learns the Patronus Charm now, he won't be able to summon the dementors that Boggart conjured meow!"

Harry in the remote monitoring was very embarrassed. Fortunately, no one could see his expression under the invisibility cloak.

Fudge, who was accused by everyone, looked a little ugly, and he began to think wildly again, thinking that this was Dumbledore's intentional weakening of his prestige.

"You know, I still can't believe it..."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a little stiff, Ms. Rosmerta hurriedly changed the subject.

"Of all the people who went to the dark side, Sirius Black was the least I could have imagined...I mean, I remember what he looked like at Hogwarts. If you told me then what he would have become Man, I'd say you drink too much mead."

"You don't know half of it, Rosmerta," Fudge said gruffly. "Few people know the worst thing he's ever done."

In order to prove that Black was far more dangerous than the Dementors, he decided to tell Ms. Rosemerta more details about the time.

"The worst?" Ms. Rosemerta's voice was curious. "You mean, worse than killing so many innocent people?"

"Of course."

Fudge shook his head a few times before trying to explain to Ms. Rosemerta.

"Wait a minute, Mr. Fudge."

At this time, Professor McGonagall, who was also an insider, stopped his words, ignoring Fudge's somewhat dissatisfied gaze, but pursed his lips and looked at the ignorant kitten.

"What do you want to say? Don't try to hide it from Fish!"

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Seeing Professor McGonagall's expression Fish guessed what she was thinking, and he immediately waved his small fist in protest.

Considering the strong hearing of this little skin cat, it would not be easy to hide from him unless he was kicked out of the three brooms now. Professor McGonagall hesitated, but nodded. .

But she still had to give Fish a shot—

"Wait what you hear, you're not allowed to tell anyone else...especially Harry!" Professor McGonagall said solemnly.

The kitten glanced secretly at the few inconspicuous retractable ears at the base of the wall, and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry, Minerva! Fish's mouth is tight, meow!"

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