It turned out that the full day of vacation that Su Shijun took for Zheng Qing was not superfluous.

By the time the young scholarship student had completed various reports and tests and left the two-dimensional evolution laboratory, the sky had already been painted with a layer of bright moonlight.

Poseidon, like a puppy, drilled between the boys' footsteps.

After walking a long distance, Zheng Qing could still feel the pinprick gaze behind him - Su Ya kept his mouth flat, watching the figure of one person and one fox leaving. Ever since she betrayed the little fox in 'Open the Door Incident', Poseidon has ignored her for almost a whole day.

Su Ya didn't dare to lose his temper with Su Shijun, so he had to sulk and blame Zheng Qing for everything. In the afternoon, when Zheng Qing filled out the report, she either handed Zheng Qing a cup of cold tea or stuffed him with a fruit with worms.

This kind of thing can't be justified.

"The next time adults speak, don't eavesdrop on children!" The wizard looked at the little fox crawling at his feet, and told him seriously: "Otherwise, the ears will become pig ears!"

"Squeak!"

"It's true! You didn't have pig ears today because I bore the curse for you...... You'll see it when I turn into a cat. Zheng Qing was talking nonsense seriously - he didn't know how to educate children, but he could still repeat what adults said to children.

"Squeak..."

Amid Poseidon's suspicious cry, a man and a fox passed by the school building. It was getting late, the afternoon class had been over for a long time, and there was almost no extra figure in the teaching building except for the self-study room.

Zheng Qing asked the little fox to play in the flower pond outside the teaching building first, and he himself went into an empty magic practice room, felt out a transformation potion, and poured it directly into his mouth without adding any auxiliary materials.

The lack of a neutralizer makes this potion full of irritation, but it causes the potion to work as quickly as possible.

Soon, the boy fell into a groggy state.

By the time he came to his senses, his vision had changed to that of a cat, and he looked up at the wall clock hanging on the wall, less than a quarter of an hour had passed. As he became more proficient in Transfiguration, the time it took to transform became shorter and shorter.

"It just doesn't taste good. ”

The black cat smacked its lips, feeling the residual bitterness on the tip of its tongue, and jumped to the window on the side of the practice room.

Before exiting the window, he glanced sideways at the large mirror in the classroom and saw the reflection of the black cat. The black cat shook its whiskers, sat down with its tail crossed, then raised its front paws and plucked its ears.

What an adult says to a child, he must do what he says, he said to himself from the bottom of his heart.

......

......

When Poseidon saw the black cat again, he did not recognize it for a while—the black cat, which had a majestic appearance, was now dragging a pair of palm-sized pig ears, flickering, and from a distance, it looked like a little black pig—and after recognizing it, the little fox laughed and planted directly from the pebble flower bed into the shallow pool in the center.

The black cat stared at the little fox splashing in the pool, not knowing for a moment whether it was a good thing or a bad thing for him to 'fulfill his promise'.

But it's just a small thing after all.

The little wet fox was fished out of the pool, and a few drying charms were hung on it, and the black cat took it to the cat's fruit tree. As he walked, he continued to warn it bitterly not to eavesdrop on adults.

The little fox squeaked perfunctorily, his eyes chasing the two-tailed squirrel that jumped under the plane tree, with a eager expression.

"Don't bully squirrels...... Or some other critter!" the black cat sternly admonished the little fox as she thought of her own group of cats.

It's been a long time since I've managed my own animal club, and I don't know if those guys are ready to pay tribute, or bully other critters in the school.

In the distance, the canopy of a nighthawk could be heard.

The first and third tones are heavier, and the second is lighter.

The black cat shook his palm-sized ears—he had unexpectedly discovered that bigger ears were good for hearing, and now he could hear farther and clearer—and it gave him a lot of inspiration. The black cat looked down at its belly. He felt that there were many more parts that he could tear apart.

Nighthawk chirped a few more times.

The black cat heard it this time, it was the call of the 'three nighthawks'. The name of this bird is 'Three Nighthawks', and Guy always calls with three sounds, like a Morse code operator.

Old-school wizards believed that the three nighthawks were the inducers of the dead, always waiting for the souls of the dying. The hoarse cry was the death of the deceased.

This does not bode well.

Zheng Qing would rather see crows flying around his head.

Quack, quack, quack.

As if to compliment his thoughts, a white crow fluttered its wings and leaped from one tree to the canopy of another, its mocking voice lingering in the air.

The black cat stopped.

Wizards can do magic, so they believe in the power of mysticism more than any group. Ancient legends are always based in one way or another, and the vast majority of wizards may not fully believe in them, but no wizard ignores those mysterious warnings.

The reason why he became a cat today is that on the one hand, Professor Li arranged that Zheng Qing needs to transform at least once a month to curb the onset of headaches, and on the other hand, all kinds of troubles are coming in—black goats, outer gods, faceless demons, house conflicts, final exams, probation, etc.—all of which are annoying to young government-funded students.

He needed a hidden corner to change his mood.

Cat fruit trees are the best choice.

But now.

Three nighthawks and crows, like two ominous signs, weighed heavily on the black cat's head. He couldn't even hold up his ears. Zheng Qing was a little hesitant whether his choice was correct.

The little fox didn't notice that the black cat stopped, and ran forward for more than ten meters before realizing that the black cat was gone.

"Squeak?!"

It tilted its head and barked twice at the black cat not far behind it.

The black cat sighed heavily.

If you have too much debt, you don't have to worry about it, and if you have more lice, you can't get worse at school. For him, the cat fruit tree is still the only clean choice.

"Be clever when you are under the cat's fruit tree later," the black cat told the little fox, "If I tell you to run, you will run...... Be sure to run away. Well, go straight to Qingqiu Mansion...... Do you know how to get around?"

The little fox flicked his tail impatiently, and rattled a small bush behind him.

Since coming to this school, with the owner of Qingqiu Mansion taking care of him, he still doesn't know what it means to be afraid.

In the distance, the tall figure of the cat fruit tree appeared in the sight of the black cat and the little fox.

The yellow and white hairy dumplings were dotted on different branches, and the whole tree was bent over. The black cat was about to snort when he caught a glimpse of a small white shadow lying on his throne.

He immediately stifled his screams.

How did she get here?

The black cat wondered, raised its paws and rubbed its ears. The fluttering 'pig ears' quickly returned to their original shape under his kneading, becoming erect and shapely.