The Druid Master of Hogwarts

Chapter 31: nickname

   "Fish! Look! We have flying lessons starting this week!"

   The new week has begun, Red Hair No. 4 Ron Weasley pointed to an announcement posted in the common room early in the morning and yelled bluntly.

   followed him with an expression of disgust, "It's really unlucky to take a flight lesson with Slytherin."

   However, Fisch couldn't feel the same way. He didn't know what flying lessons were, and he didn't hate the Slytherin students.

   But in the babbling of the humans around, Fisch gradually understood what the flight class was like, which was a class that taught people how to fly to the sky on a broomstick.

   "Oh, I see," Fei Xu suddenly realized, "Minerva seems to like this."

   I remembered that I had torn a book with a human broom riding on the cover. Minerva became furious when she came back, not only scolded him, but also punished him to think about it.

   But in the end, he passed the cute gangster.

   "You must be talking about Quidditch!" When talking about this, Ron was a bit gushing, "That's the best sport in the world! There is no wizard who doesn't love this!"

   Other students from wizarding families also joined this topic one after another, and as an extension, they began to brag about their flying experience, and they were taken aback by the little wizards who grew up in the Muggle world like Harry.

   It's just that Feish isn't interested in Quidditch and flying broomsticks. He is still in a hurry to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

After arriving in the auditorium, it was obviously noisier than usual. The other three academies were also notified of flight lessons. The freshmen in the first grade were excitedly discussing this topic, and the senior students also took the time to intervene. A few words, and then left quickly and hurried to class.

"give."

   Feishe just sat down on the long table, Hermione pushed the cut steak in front of him and put a fork into Feishe's hand.

   After the initial excitement, the enthusiastic feeding of the little witches to Feish gradually became normal, and then they began to think about how to help Feish integrate into a normal life.

  After some discussions in private, now they take turns to prepare food for Fisch and let him eat with a fork.

   "Fish, are you sure about flying lessons?"

   Hermione, who has never been in contact with flying broomsticks, has been very nervous ever since she knew she was going to start flying lessons. She kept looking for a Muggle-born wizard like herself to talk to to find some balance.

   After seeing Fei Xu, she also subconsciously asked.

   "I don't know, I never flew." ( ̄~ ̄)

   Feishu held the fork in his back, chewing beef in his mouth, and replied vaguely. After a week of campus life, he has gradually become accustomed to communicating with other little wizards.

   "Anyway, I'm not afraid of falling. Even if I accidentally fall, I won't get hurt."

   "Uh... so good... Animagus..."

   Hermione, who failed to find balance, wrinkled her face, thinking whether it would be better for her to learn Animagus.

   In the midst of such disturbances, time came to Thursday in a blink of an eye.

   Today’s breakfast is a very finely sliced ​​lamb chop prepared by Parvati Pettil, who has a dark skin and a little forehead ornament on his forehead.

Fei Xu was chewing the lamb chops with joy, and there was a faint murmur in her ears. It was Hermione Mousetooth who was reciting the content of "The Magical Quidditch Ball" in a low voice, "The Magical Quidditch" "Odd Ball" is the book that Fisch had torn apart.

   "Books alone can't teach you how to fly correctly, Miss Mousetooth."

   Malfoy came over with a big bag of candies. After hearing Hermione's thoughts clearly, he couldn't help dragging his tone and mockingly.

   Before Hermione sneered, Malfoy put the candy in his hand in front of Fisch.

   "My mother sent some sweets again. I'll bring some to give you a taste."

   Malfoy slowly said to Fisch.

In addition to Gryffindor’s little lion, students from other academies also come over to give Fisch some food from time to time, and Malfoy, who can always receive snacks from home, joins after a few days of restraint. Come in.

   "Oh! Thank you, brain gate!" (●?ω?●)

  Fish opened the bag quickly with his eyes shining, grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

   Malfoy’s haughty face collapsed suddenly, "If you can, I would prefer you to call me Draco."

   "Okay, the cerebral door, no problem, the cerebral door."

In fact, it’s easy to remember what these people’s names, Phish, want to remember, but he is more used to calling them his own way, and the nickname he gave seems to have caused a stir within Hogwarts. George and Fred now refers to each other, he has directly replaced the 2nd and the 3rd.

   Even some professors at Hogwarts sometimes use this nickname to tease each other, and it is not someone else who is most passionate about this matter, it is the bad old man Dumbledore.

   While Malfoy was still trying to keep Fisch from calling his mind, an owl flew onto the long table in Gryffindor and threw a small package in front of Neville, who was trying to listen to Hermione's words.

  Nawei opened the package, and inside was a glass ball wrapped in white smoke.

"This is a memory ball!" Neville explained to everyone: "Grandma knows that I always have no memory-it will tell you if there is something you forgot to do. Look, you hold it tightly, like this, If it turns red..."

  Navi talked, picking up the memory ball and going to demonstrate for everyone.

   Suddenly a fluffy paw came from the side and slapped the memory ball in his hand.

   "Oh! My memory ball...Fish?"

As a purebred kitten, Fisch couldn’t refuse a shiny glass ball, so when he saw Neville open the bag, Fisch’s eyes were fixed on the memory ball. After observing for a while , Caught the chance and turned into a cat form, and threw it down from Neville's hands.

After   Fish hit the memory ball down, he slapped it back and forth with his two front paws, and jumped back and forth on the long Gryffindor table.

After the victim Neville found out that it was Feish, he immediately lost his opinion, and allowed Feish to play with the memory ball. Others also watched the kitten playing on the table with a spoiled face, and even took the initiative. Remove his own dinner plate, so that Fisch can have more fun.

   "If you like to play ball, I can ask my dad to find you better."

   Malfoy, who was left out in the cold, was very upset. He raised his voice to get Feish's attention. Unfortunately, Feish was obsessed with playing and didn't hear him.

   "You don't need your dad, your brain is very smooth."

   Ron saw Malfoy flattened and mocked without hesitation.

   "It should be the tradition of your Weasley family to replace the ball with your head. After all, with your family background, it is not easy to buy a ball."

   Compared with Malfoy, Ron's eloquence was still too weak, and he was immediately choked by Malfoy's backlash.

   Just when Ron became angry and stood up to start his hands, Professor McGonagall noticed the movement and rushed over.

"what happened?"

  Professor McGonagall saw Fisch, who made a mess of the Gryffindor table, at a glance.

   "Fish! You don't give me a good meal! Gryffindor deducts five points!"

However, the constant deduction of points by the professors could not work on Fisch. Even the other students of Gryffindor were unsurprisingly flat. Only Hermione made up her mind and planned to go elsewhere. Make up the points that Fisch has deducted.

   While Professor McGonagall was scolding Fischer, Malfoy had already slipped away with his two followers.

  "Meow~"?●ω●?

   Feish, who was pinched by the back of Professor McGonagall's neck and lifted up, screamed softly, and the hearts of the little witches nearby were heartbroken.

  Professor McGonagall was unmoved by the time-tested. She glanced at the students around with a stern look, pointed to the glass ball that was just shot by Fisch and asked, "Whose is this?"

   "It's... it's mine..."

  Nawei raised his hand tremblingly, and explained in a low voice, "This is the memory ball prepared by my grandma. I always miss things..."

   For the student of Naville, Professor McGonagall is no stranger to UU reading www.uukanshu.com, and he also knows his touching memory.

   "If it's yours, put it away," Professor McGonagall frowned and ordered, and then put Feish on the chair, "Change me back and have a good meal!"

   "I want a ball too!"

  Fish, who turned back into a human form, stood on the chair, pulling Professor McGonagall's arm and coquettishly.

   "Don't you have several **** at home? You played it a few times and left it in the corner, and that poor puffball, you played it for less than three days, it was tossed to death by you!"

  Professor McGonagall drew his arm out, and he pressed Fisch’s head and rubbed Fisch’s fluffy silver hair into a mess.

   "Woo..."

   Many little witches bit their handkerchiefs when they saw this scene.

   is so enviable!

   Although Fisch is willing to let them touch their heads occasionally now, he still can't be as unscrupulous as Professor McGonagall.

   Under the influence of Fisch, there are more and more little wizards who want to become Animagus and become a cat to get close to him.

  Fei may not know that he has driven the enthusiasm of a group of little wizards again. Under the reminder of Professor McGonagall, he tilted his head and began to recall.

   "Is there any?"

  In my memory...it seems to have happened, but after he threw the **** for a while, they just threw them aside, and now I don’t know where they are going.

   As for the puff pastel...

   "Oh, this sausage tastes really good." (●?ω?●)

   Feixu blinked, and sat back on the chair as if nothing had happened, crossed a piece of sausage into his mouth, and said vaguely.

  ...

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