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Text 052. Bad old man

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    Fish grabbed the edge of Dumbledore's pocket, poked his head out and looked around.

    Professor McGonagall was finally persuaded by Dumbledore.

    In fact, Professor McGonagall would be more tolerant of Fish if she was not in school, but when Fish became a student at Hogwarts, as the vice-principal and dean of Gryffindor,  On the issue of educating Fish, he became a little impatient.

    So after being persuaded by Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall quickly turned around. After returning the wand to Fish, she did not preach to Fish anymore, but left the prize showroom directly.

    Fish, on the other hand, followed Dumbledore to check the specific location of the Sorting Hat and see what kind of animal the phoenix he was talking about was.

    Because he wanted to prepare for stealing the Sorting Hat in the future, Fish carefully memorized the bad old man's walking route. Judging from the current direction, the bad old man should be walking towards the third floor now.

    Fish's conjecture was not wrong, and Dumbledore went down the stairs to the third floor of Hogwarts.  Fish couldn't help but put his little paw to his nose as he passed the Defense Against the Dark Arts teacher's office.

    Even through a door, he could smell the unpleasant smell coming from inside that disgusted cats.

    "Quirinas" Dumbledore noticed Fish's movement, he stopped, looked at the closed door of Professor Quirrell's office, and sighed softly: "I shouldn't have agreed with him in the first place.  Practice application, I hope I'm mistaken"

    "Meow"

    "Oh, I'm sorry, it was just an old man's boring raving just now, so you don't need to pay too much attention to it."

    Dumbledore smiled, raised his feet and walked forward again, and at the same time reached into his pocket, wanting to stroke Fisher's little head.

    When dealing with the bad old man, Fish was not as patient as he was with Minerva. He opened his mouth directly and bit Dumbledore's finger.

    "Ohyou naughty little guy." Dumbledore withdrew his hand, looked at the teeth marks on his hand, and then praised: "But you are much more sensible than when we first met, at least my  The hands are not bleeding."

    Fish ignored him, licked his newly established teeth, and continued to look around.

    "hehe."

    Dumbledore shook his head with a grin. With Fish in his pocket, he turned a corner and came to a stone monster statue with a strange appearance.

    This stone statue, Fisch, is impressive, and he slept on it.

    "Chocolate Frog."

    Dumbledore said a word to the stone monster that Fish was very concerned about.

    However, before Fish could look for the chocolate frog, the monster in front of him came to life. It hunched over and jumped to the side, giving way to the wall behind it.

    At the same time, the wall behind the monster split in two, revealing a spiral staircase hidden inside, which was slowly rotating upwards.

    "Meow"?=ΦwΦ=?

    Fish immediately jumped out of Dumbledore's pocket, leaped to the top of the spiral staircase, and then jumped down step by step at a speed similar to that of the staircase when it turned, as if he was standing still  .

    Dumbledore didn't bother Fish either, and watched him play there with a smile on his face.

    However, Fish soon got tired of playing this kind of game, and lay down directly on the steps, with his little head facing the outside of the stairs, and was carried upwards by the rotation of the stairs.

    This kind of experience of spinning upwards is still quite novel. Fisher lay on the steps, looking with interest at the wall that was constantly moving down and to the right in front of him.

    "Fun stairs, huh?"

    Dumbledore also came to the stairs. He stopped four or five steps away from Fish, and then sat on the steps like this. The height of his head was just about the same as the step where Fish was lying on his stomach.

    "Meow"

    Fish turned around and responded, flicked his tail casually twice, then returned his gaze to the constantly moving wall.

    "I can't understand what you are talking about. Cat language is really difficult to learn."

    Fish shook his ears and ignored him.

    But Dumbledore didn't seem to notice Fisher's indifferent attitude. He moved his buttocks, moved his head to Fisher's side, then adjusted his half-moon glasses, and followed Fisher's gaze towards the wall.  go.

    "Is there something on the wall that attracts you so much?"

    =“w“=

    Fisch tilted DengLido glanced at it, but didn't make a sound, because he didn't want to answer this boring question.

    Dumbledore blinked his blue eyes, and spoke again.

    It's just that this time he is no longer speaking English, but a series of strange pronunciations.

    "Meow"

    This series of strange gurgling sounds finally caught Fish's attention. He tilted his head and looked at Dumbledore. A pair of green eyes were unblinkingly separated from Dumbledore's blue eyes by the half-moon lens.  Looking at each other.

    With a faint smile on Dumbledore's face, he continued to spit out a series of goblin language.

    After seeing that Fish had no response, he switched to the sharp and piercing mermaid language.

    Now Fisher reacted

    "Meow!" ╬◣д◢ツ

    He waved his little paw and slapped Dumbledore on the face.

    This slap was different from when he was on the three broomsticks. Fish did not apply spells such as the brute force of the bull to himself, so Dumbledore could continue to scream ugly without being affected.

    So Fish straightened up his upper body, and with two front paws, he punched the bad old man's head with a set of cat-cat punches, knocking the half-moon glasses on the bridge of his nose to one side, and successfully made Dumbledore  Shut up.

    In fact, Dumbledore was testing whether Fish could understand the mermaid and goblin language he spoke, or whether he could understand Fish's meowing.

    But from the current point of view, his test clearly failed.

    Dumbledore had considered asking Fish directly, but with Fish's current ignorant look, he guessed it would be useless to ask him.

    Just wait and see if Fisch can communicate with Fox without hindrance.

    Dumbledore straightened his crooked glasses, thinking to himself.

    Of course, he did not invite Fisch to visit his office casually. After observing during this period of time, he had doubts about his original natural Animagus guess, out of personal habit and responsibility as the principal.  , Dumbledore still couldn't help but want to find out the real situation of Fish.

    Fei Xu didn't know what the bad old man next to him was thinking. After he got tired of looking at the walls, he started to pull Dumbledore's long white beard again.

    "Don't bother with my poor beard."

    Dumbledore, whose jaw ached from being pulled, hastily protected his beard, took out a candy from his pocket, and handed it over.

    "I invite you to eat candy."

    Fish glanced at the slightly shabby candy in the bad old man's hand, and suddenly remembered that he still had a bag of dried fish that Big Eye gave him in his pocket.

    So he changed back to human form, sat on the steps like a bad old man, and then took out a small bag from his pocket.

    "I have something to eat myself!" ￣w￣

    Fish complacently showed Dumbledore the small dried fish in the bag, "Big Eye gave it to me!"

    "Argus, he does often fry fish for Mrs. Norris" Dumbledore nodded, and then approached Fish with a shy old face, "Then, can I share some of it?"

    "Meow"

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