Just as Xiao Xiao was chatting with Xin Fatzi, Zheng Qing's bed suddenly shook violently, startling the two of them, and even the fat cat who was originally seriously gnawing on shrimp skin raised his head and glanced at the bed curiously.

I saw that the red tent covered by Zheng Qing's six-poster bed bulged up like an inflatable after a tremble, and the elves who were originally hovering outside the tent waiting for their master to come out seemed to sense some terrible aura, screaming awkwardly, and flying around like headless flies.

"Boom. ”

Fat Xin swallowed a mouthful of saliva loudly, stared at Zheng Qing's curtain without blinking, hesitated for a moment, and then whispered to Dr. Xiao next to him: "Doctor...... Did the instructions say that drinking the Transfiguration Potion has the risk of exploding on the spot?"

Xiao Xiao frowned, cautiously opened his law book, and also stared at Zheng Qing's bed, and replied in a very soft but unusually serious voice: "Theoretically, there is no such possibility...... But as you know, magic is sometimes unreasonable. Historically, many magical accidents have occurred inexplicably. ”

This explanation is all the more troubling.

The fat cat raised a paw and patted it on the fat man's arm. The fat man understood, moved back two steps quietly, and rubbed to the balcony door with the flower cat in his arms.

Xiao Xiao's eyebrows drooped helplessly, and he said angrily: "It's such a big place in total, if there is really any danger, where can you hide?!"

"Just stay away from you. The fat man muttered, slowly stuffed the fat cat into the corner behind the balcony, and then leaned over and picked up his law book from the desk, and when he flipped it, a layer of cyan light had slowly floated.

......

Outside the tent, the two students of dormitory 403 were waiting for the enemy.

In the tent, Zheng Qingzheng, who had just drunk the transformation potion, closed his eyes, nested naked in his quilt, and struggled with all his strength—if it was possible, if there was a next time, Zheng Qing would not use the transformation potion so roughly.

The bitter liquid slid down his throat, making him feel like he was on fire from his mouth to his stomach. Even if a certain amount of honey has been blended according to the requirements of the instructions, the sweetness of the honey has little effect on neutralizing the bitter taste. Zheng Qing even suspected that the use of honey was purely a psychological placebo.

Why didn't I feel such a strong feeling when I mixed milk last time? Maybe it was because the milk had a sleep-promoting effect, or maybe the school didn't have such a strong side effect on the medicine it had prepared itself?

When Zheng Qing was nesting in the quilt, he still had cranky thoughts.

The potion entered the stomach, and the young public scholarship student felt that his stomach was overturned, and he wanted to vomit but couldn't, which made people roll nauseously.

Originally, he drank the medicine after eating a full meal, because he was worried that the effect of the medicine would be too strong and what adverse effects would be caused to his stomach and intestines - of course, there was another reason, which was to prevent a hungry cat from doing irrational things after running out of the dormitory. For example, rummaging through garbage heaps, or eating rats, bugs, etc.

The thoughts in my mind are like shooting stars, passing through my mind little by little, leaving one after another vague and fading thoughts. Zheng Qing felt as if his consciousness was slowly sinking deep into the water, but at the same time, a strange sense of relief bloomed from the inside out—a feeling so contradictory that he forgot about his discomfort and tried his best to chase it.

Chasing, chasing, until his consciousness felt so tired that he couldn't help but lie down, close his eyes, and begin to rest.

At the same time, in Zheng Qing's curtain, a pair of green eyes suddenly opened at the moment when his consciousness fell into a deep sleep.

"Whew..."

A low roar echoed through the thin tent and through dormitory 403.

......

"......"

"How is it?!"

When a black head poked out of the tent, the two young wizards who had been waiting outside burst into foul mouths.

They have good reason to express their shock.

According to normal logic, after Zheng Qing drank the transformation potion, he would turn into a pastoral cat with more than a foot tall shoulders, short black hair, four paws stepping on snow, and two green eyes.

But now, the 'guy' who came out of the tent of the six-poster bed, except for the two green eyes and a black oily fur, from beginning to end, has nothing to do with the 'cat' in everyone's consciousness - on the contrary, the figure that climbed down from Zheng Qing's bed made Xiao Xiao and the fat man immediately recall the figure that dominated the entire hunting ground at the freshman competition.

That 'Black Tiger'.

"I said that the guy had an unclear relationship with him. The corners of Dr. Xiao's mouth twitched, and he cautiously took a small step back.

"I don't know, you don't know!" The fat man Xin felt a little bitter in his mouth, and couldn't help but regret lending the honey to Zheng Qing for medicine: "If it's really that guy, neither of us is enough for it to smoke a tail......"

Having said that, the fat man still firmly held up the Dharma book in his hand, allowing those dazzling spells to flow in the clear light. At the same time, his eyes began to glow a faint blue.

"It's certainly not the hunting ground one. Xiao Xiao said affirmatively, but he didn't let his guard down in the slightest, and he also stimulated the spell in the magic book to a state that could be launched at any time.

"Hold the grass, Tuan Tuan, what are you doing?!" the fat man suddenly exclaimed.

The fat cat, who had been hidden behind the balcony by him, slipped back into the dormitory at some point, kicked past the two wizards, and walked to the feet of the big black cat.

Then it propped up its upper body, coiled its tail, and sat down in front of the 'big black cat', tilting its head, raising its front paws, and gesturing the distance between itself and the black cat's front legs, looking surprised.

The 'big black cat' shook his head, raised one of his front paws, and patted his head vigorously, as if he had not yet understood the situation in front of him.

'Shy aw, aw!' the elves whispered, fluttering their wings and trembling ashore on the shoulders and backs of the black cat. The big black cat stiffened, pulled its ears to the sides, and glanced sideways at the elf on his shoulder, but finally did not make any drastic moves.

Not far away, the two young wizards holding the law book breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

"I'm a dear mother!" The fat man didn't know where to learn the dialect, so he slammed the law book in his hand on the bed, and shouted in a low voice: "Brother, I was almost scared to death!"

"It's impossible to be scared to death, and even if it does become that monster, you won't be scared to death. Xiao Xiao slowly put away the law book, although his tone was calm, but his fingers trembled involuntarily: "According to its habits in the hunting ground, you are more likely to be dissected and dismantled." ”

The big black cat did not respond to the words of the two roommates.

It was using its front paws to open Dylan's large closet and lean over to the huge dressing mirror to take in its appearance.