The Druid Master of Hogwarts

More than a month has passed since the incident of attacking Mrs. Loris, and the so-called heir to the secret room has never appeared again since he left the passage on the wall.

The topic of the secret room has dropped a lot in the student community, but it has not disappeared completely, but has maintained a level of not high or low.

Among the students, their views on this matter gradually appeared divergent.

Some students regarded this incident as a prank, thinking that it was a student who was taking revenge on Filch.

But some people disagree with this view, because Mrs. Loris has a very good relationship with Fisch. Given his degree of favor in Hogwarts, even if it is to avenge Filch, Loris’s first choice will not be Loris. Mrs. Liz is right.

Both parties said that the public was reasonable, and the mother-in-law said that the mother-in-law was reasonable. They were constantly arguing about this issue, so the topic was kept hot.

But in any case, everyone is not as worried as at the beginning, either thinking that there are no secret rooms, or thinking that the school has done some measures to prevent the murderer from acting rashly.

For Fisch, it doesn't really matter whether there is a descendant from the secret room. The important thing is to find the guy who petrified Mrs. Loris, and then beat him severely.

It was just that because the other party hadn't appeared again, he had given up looking for it a long time ago, and planned to ask it again when Mrs. Loris woke up.

"Minerva~"?●ω●?

That night, Fisch ran to Professor McGonagall to listen to the story.

Professor McGonagall, who was sitting at the desk writing something, raised her head, "You just came here," she said to Fisch, "Come here and sign a name."

Professor McGonagall picked up a piece of parchment and shook it at Fisch.

"Meow?"

Fisch leaned in curiously and saw a familiar form—the Christmas detention list, which he signed once last year.

"It's going to celebrate Christmas again!"

?(●≧?≦●)?

Fisch cheered happily, and then quickly signed his name on it.

"It's time for vacation again!"

After signing his name, Fisch ran around the desk. In addition to the holidays, there were banquets and Christmas gifts. These were all things he liked.

But Professor McGonagall’s words calmed the excited little cat—

"This year your Christmas card should be ready quickly."

"Meow!"

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You don't need to worry about giving gifts or anything to Fei Xu, but the pile of Christmas cards makes Fei Xu a headache. Last year, more than two hundred greeting cards were written so that Fei Xu was dying.

And there will only be more greeting cards to be written this year. Except for the class that has already graduated, those students who did not send Christmas gifts to him last year, but also send him Christmas gifts, the polite Fei Xu must also make up. Plus this year’s new students...

Put it this way, as many students as Hogwarts currently have, Fisch has to prepare as many greeting cards as possible.

Fisch feels a little dizzy when he thinks about the workload in the future.

"Minerva~Help Fei Xu Meow!"

?(●QДQ●)?

Feish quickly pounced on Professor McGonagall, begging.

"That's not good. I have prepared Christmas gifts for you. You should prepare the greeting cards by yourself."

Professor McGonagall smiled and refused, but Fisch's handwriting is now above the standard, so she doesn't actually need to force Fisch to write.

So Professor McGonagall saw Feish drooping his ears and said: "However, I can teach you a spell to make your job a lot easier."

The magic spell that Professor McGonagall said is called a carbon copying spell, which can copy a string of written text onto other paper, and its convenience is far superior to that of Muggle printing.

The mantra may be a bit complicated for ordinary second-year students, but it is very simple for Fisch. He just watched Professor McGonagall demonstrate it, and then practiced it a few times before he could successfully display it. Up.

Next, Fisch only needed to use this spell to copy four hundred greeting cards, and then add different names, which greatly reduced his workload.

"Minerva is the best!"?●ω●?

Fisch threw himself into Professor McGonagall's arms again, burying his head in her shoulder and rubbing hard a few times.

After that was the regular story listening session. As always, Feish lay in Professor McGonagall’s arms and listened to an interesting story. Then he took a large stack of greeting cards that Professor McGonagall had prepared for him and left her. office.

However, after Feish came out, he did not go outside the castle, but went up the stairs all the way up to the room on the eighth floor.

He planned to finish all the greeting cards tonight, and then hand them to Professor McGonagall to help her prepare Christmas gifts, because Fisch also knew that it would not be possible to prepare more than 400 gifts in a day or two.

"Fei Xu wants a room where you can write greeting cards..."

Whispering his request in a low voice, after walking three back and forth in front of the wall opposite the tapestry, Fisch walked into a room full of desks.

On every desk in the room, there are ink bottles of several colors, as well as various and different types of feather pens, which are inserted on the delicate base.

The ink bottles and quill pens are neatly arranged in two rows and placed on the upper edge of the table. On the left hand side of the table, there are stacks of greeting cards of different colors, which are also outlined with gold and silver threads. A variety of gorgeous borders.

Fisch looked at the greeting cards on the table, and then at the greeting cards prepared by Professor McGonagall...

(?ω?)

(●ΦωΦ●)ノ⌒*

Although these more than 400 cards were prepared by my dear Minerva for herself, I have to say that her taste is really not flattering.

So the kitten didn't hesitate at all, and threw the stack of greeting cards that looked monotonous.

Randomly found a table and sat down. Fisch stretched out his hand and pulled out a greeting card. The overall color of the card was blue, while the borders and patterns were bronze.

"This color scheme...a bit familiar..."

Fisch scratched his head, then took another look at the three other colored greeting cards next to him, and finally reacted.

Isn't this the color scheme of the four colleges in Hogwarts?

Sure enough, it was the right choice to abandon the greeting card given by Minerva.

Although the mantra is still used to prepare greeting cards, but sending greeting cards with different colors to the students of the corresponding college will of course appear to be more attentive, and after seeing these four different greeting cards, Fisch also plans to give four The students of the college prepare different greetings.

After being taught by Professor McGonagall for so long, Fisch has become more and more adapted to the human way of life.

From among the many quill pens, I picked a black and white quill pen with the same coat color as his own. Fisch found the bronze color that was the same as the greeting card pattern from a pile of ink.

When he got the ink and was about to write a congratulatory message on the greeting card, he suddenly stopped.

Because an idea suddenly popped up in Fei Xu's mind, UU Reading www.uukānshu. Anyway, he will certainly not send fewer cards for Christmas in the future, and the cards of different colleges have to use different colors of ink, so why not prepare a few more templates and save them?

Although you can leave a few cards alone after copying the cards, but compared to the scattered cards, the black diary that he occasionally uses to grind his claws, but will not be rotten no matter how tossing it, it’s better. The choice?

Thinking of this, Fisch took Riddle's black diary from his magic pocket, then opened it, and wrote a series of congratulations on wisdom on it... He remembered that Ravenclaw liked to emphasize this.

After writing the congratulatory message, Fei Xu put down the quill in his hand, and was about to change back to the cat shape. When he added the iconic plum blossom paw print at the end of the text, he saw that the handwriting he had just written flashed a few times. , As if sucked in by paper, disappeared without a trace.

"Meow!"

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