Chapter 96 Mouse and Cat (Eleventh update, please subscribe~)

"Crookshanks, Hermione's pet." Harry introduced him with doubtful eyes, "I remember you were only afraid of spiders. When did you become afraid of cats?"

Ron stared at Crookshanks and said cautiously: "I'm not afraid of cats. I met them in the pet store."

"Huh?" Harry continued to wonder, "You were beaten by a cat?"

Ron was embarrassed: "No, how is it possible? If I don't, I will be beaten by the cat?"

Crookshanks shook his head and leaned into Hermione's arms, purring dissatisfiedly.

"Hermione, you must hold it." Ron took out his mouse while keeping an eye on it. "Scabbers has been in a bad state since he came back from Egypt."

It became thinner, more listless, its fur was as dry as weeds, and it looked sickly.

"I went to the pet store to check, and the clerk said there was nothing wrong with him. Maybe he was too old." Ron sighed and poked Banban's head.

All his stuff is second-hand.

Hermione opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

She followed Harry and knew something about the Animagus.

"Scabbers may not be an ordinary mouse!" After Ron's figure disappeared from sight, Hermione pressed Crookshanks' head and spoke impatiently.

Scrimgeour shook his head: "Mr. Potter, the Ministry of Magic needs to convince others that we are protecting you."

"Isn't this...impossible?" Hermione hesitated, "Scabbers has been a pet for thirteen years."

"After all, you also know that that person escaped, and his target is probably Potter."

"Who knows?" Harry lowered his head and took out the amulet, "But it should be harmless and has no perceived malice."

She looked at Harry again. His expression did not change, and she asked with great concern: "How old is Scabbers?"

The evening of August 31st.

"I am not Professor Dumbledore." Harry waved his wand, and the floor surged like waves.

There was a knock on the door.

The future of Meow's life is a bit bleak.

"Why do you think it must be a magical animal?" Harry rubbed Crookshanks' belly, which lay carelessly with his belly exposed and snored, "Maybe he is something else."

"Look." Harry spread his hands with an innocent look on his face.

Pets are no exception.

Met such a dangerous person.

It paused, pawed, and swept the food into its mouth.

When it got dark, she put down the book in frustration: "I couldn't find it. Banban doesn't look like a magical creature, just like an ordinary flower-branched rat."

Harry raised his hand and poked Crookshanks on the head: "Did you hear that? Don't do anything to Scabbers."

But the words she just saw kept swirling in her mind, making her vaguely feel that something was wrong.

Harry stuck his head out and looked at him calmly: "The Ministry of Magic is going to protect my safety? Are you sure?"

It's not worth it to work so hard just for a few hundred gold galleons.

Ron was stunned, frowned and shook his head: "I don't know, but it was Bill's pet a long time ago. Bill gave it to Percy, and Percy became a prefect. After he got an owl, he gave it to me."

"And after staying in the Weasley family for thirteen years, if it wanted to do something, it would have done it long ago."

Hermione was stunned, and her eyes couldn't help but fall on the book she had just been reading.

Hermione nodded in agreement: "It couldn't have predicted that the Weasley family would win a big prize thirteen years later."

Crookshanks meowed lazily, echoing his words.

Hermione frowned.

Crookshanks turned his head in disgust and sniffed, the smell was somewhat attractive.

Cats catch mice, as a matter of course.

Scabbers was ugly, even disabled, missing a toe, but after living for more than two years, it was emotionally difficult for Ron to watch him die.

Harry nodded.

Crookshanks bared his teeth, twitched his beard, meowed unwillingly, turned his head, and leaned into Hermione's arms.

The cat's eyes lit up instantly.

Aunt Petunia's skills can always subdue these magical creatures very accurately.

"What are you doing here?" Flitwick frowned, "I didn't receive any notification from the Ministry of Magic."

"That's at least thirteen years." Harry said with some emotion, "As a mouse, you can live long enough."

"I was just about to buy rat tonic when this nasty cat pounced on me and almost ate Scabbers!" Ron gritted his teeth. "Fortunately, Scabbers was smart and escaped. It took me a long time to find him."

Stepping on Hermione's knees, he jumped into Harry's arms, humped his head flatteringly, and swept his tail around, feeling extremely happy.

"This is an order from the Ministry of Magic." Scrimgeour interrupted, trying to save his last bit of dignity.

"In terms of strength, I can't keep you safe, right?" Harry didn't give him any face, "Mr. Scrimgeour, these Aurors..."

Scrimgeour's eyelids trembled, remembering what happened at the castle this year, but he still nodded: "Of course."

Professor Flitwick opened the door, and a group of Aurors filed in, led by Scrimgeour, an old acquaintance who had met once at Hogwarts.

"I know." Harry nodded, thought for a moment, took out a few owl rations from his pocket, and handed them to Crookshanks, "What do you think it might be?"

Except for a few Aurors who could barely keep themselves standing with their wands raised, nearly half of them didn't have time to react and fell to the ground, rolling and being sent out by Harry.

"Him?" Hermione was stunned. This is a personal word referring to men. "You mean he might be an Animagus?"

After Harry had a drink at the Leaky Cauldron, he also borrowed the fireplace and went back.

Hermione flipped through the book.

They chatted for a while, and Hermione left with Crookshanks in her arms.

As Professor Flitwick had been eagerly anticipating, the day of school finally arrived.

But after all, pets are different from ordinary objects. Living things can easily develop feelings.

"But if a wizard stays in the Animagus state for too long, it is very likely that he will be assimilated by the Animagus and eventually turn into a real beast." Hermione frowned.

"Rat can't live that long, but people can." Harry followed Crookshanks' tail, "You have to try to trust your pet."

Scrimgeour waved his hand and said with a smile: "My dear Professor Flitwick, relax, we are here to protect Mr. Potter."

They talked for a while, and Ron waved his hand to go home first.

Ron didn't notice anything was wrong. He sighed and looked at Hermione: "At least let Scabbers die of old age and don't let him die in Crookshanks' mouth."

"I still like the way you acted unruly just now." Harry teased Crookshanks.

"For the sake of us dealing with the basilisk together..."

Harry whispered: "Mr. Scrimgeour, are you going to issue a commission to me?"

Scrimgeour was stunned.

The scene of Harry and Snape bargaining came to mind, and he nodded heartily: "If that's okay."
Chapter completed!