Hermione looked at her purse and said slowly, "I've got ten gold Galleons, my birthday is in September, and my mom and dad gave me some money to buy myself a birthday present in advance. ”

"You're not going to buy another book, are you?" asked Ron.

"No, I don't want to buy books anymore," Hermione said calmly, "I really want an owl." I mean, Harry has his Hedwig, Bard has Agu, you have Erol......"

"I don't," Ron said in a negative vehement, "Errol is our family. All that belongs to me is just speckling. He pulled his pet rat out of his pocket.

Of course, Spotted may not belong to him, and it may all be just wishful thinking on his part.

"I'd like to send it for inspection," he said with some sadness as he laid Spotted on the table in front of them, "and I don't think Egypt is likely to be suitable for it, for he hasn't been in good spirits since he came back from England." ”

Spotted did look thinner than before, its whiskers visibly pulled down, and Rolf was starting to get anxious as he saw the news of Sirius' escape from prison, right?

"There's a magical creature shop over there," Harry said, "and we'll see if we can buy something for Spotted there, and Hermione can buy owls there." ”

So they paid for the ice cream and walked down the street to the shop called Fantastic Zoo.

There wasn't much space in the store, and there were cages hanging every inch of the wall, making the already small space even more cramped.

As the group walked into the shop, a peculiar smell of animals came into Rolf's nose, and the shop was smelly and noisy, because the little creatures in the cages were making all kinds of noises, and it was extremely noisy.

The witch behind the counter was telling a male wizard how to take care of the two-tailed salamanders, so a few young wizards could only wait for them to finish their explanation, and look at the cages curiously.

The wizard with the two-tailed salamander left, and Ron approached the counter. "This is my mouse," he said to the witch distressedly, "and it has been a little bad since I brought it back from Egypt. ”

"Put it on the counter. The witch said with a blank face, pulling a pair of heavy black glasses from her pocket.

The glasses didn't seem to be ordinary glasses either, and Rolf guessed if it had some CT and X-ray capabilities.

Ron obediently took Spotted out of his pocket and placed it not far from his fellow rats, one of the few he'd be willing to give Spotted to anyone else.

After seeing Spotted, the rats in the cage not far away stopped playing the bouncing game and crowded to the edge of the cage, as if they wanted to see more clearly, and seemed to be observing this somewhat different "kindred".

Moreover, the big rat was a little scarred, and compared to the oily and slippery rats in the cage, it looked particularly sad.

"Tsk," the witch smacked her lips unconsciously, taking Spotted for observation, and then turned to ask Ron, "How old is this mouse?"

"I don't know," said Ron, "it must be very old, it turned out to be my brother's." ”

"What is it capable of?" The witch continued to ask, examining the blob carefully, as if she couldn't figure out why the boy in front of her didn't change to a young and strong one.

Ron didn't answer the question, the reality was that Spotted had never shown the slightest bit of interest, but in his opinion, it was the only thing that belonged to him.

The witch's eyes shifted from the speckled, torn ears to its front paws, where a toe was missing, and the witch's mouth slurred again. "This poor rat must have suffered a lot. ”

"When my brother gave it to me, it was like this. Ron blushed a little and defended himself.

"You don't expect a house mouse or garden mouse like this to survive more than three years. The witch said, "Well, if you're looking for a more durable animal, you'll probably like this one." ”

She really didn't think that this mouse had the slightest value to cure, so she pointed to the little black rats, and they immediately began to jump up again, showing their vitality.

Ron muttered, "I won't buy them, I love to show them." "Ron actually didn't have much money to pay for a new mouse.

"Well, if you don't want to swap it out, you can try this potion. The witch said, reaching under the counter and pulling out a small red bottle.

"Okay," Ron said, "How much? Ouch!" Just as Ron was about to shell out for the medicine, a mutation occurred.

A ginger giant thing jumped from the top cage and jumped straight onto Ron's head, then gathered momentum and snorted at Spotted.

"Don't, don't, go back!" the witch was also startled when she saw it, and hurriedly exclaimed and ordered Crookshank not to act rashly.

If Crookshan eats the old rat who doesn't live long, then the already low turnover of his store is estimated to be even worse.

But Spotted slipped out of her hand like a bar of soap, fell to the floor on all fours, and fled to the door.

"Spotted!" Ron exclaimed, and quickly ran after it out of the store, Harry running out after them.

Rolf looked at the two who ran out, and didn't chase them out, Spotted wouldn't get lost anyway, even if Ron couldn't find him, he would definitely find the Burrow himself.

"This cat is so cute! Its fur is shiny, isn't it?" Hermione looked at the big cat that jumped down, and her eyes immediately changed and she liked it very much.

If I'm not mistaken, this Crookhill should be a raccoon?

These raccoon cats all seem to have a very keen sense of perception, such as Lady Loris, who once sensed her stealth self.

"Yes, a great cat, but don't you want to buy an owl?" Rolf prepared for a little party in order to reduce the future bickering between Ron and Hermione.

The cat's turmeric fur is thick and fluffy, but its legs are clearly a bit curved, a little bit looped, and a little cute.

Its face looked gruff and squashed, as if it had once slammed headlong against a wall, reminding Rolf of a meme from his previous life.

After Spotted was gone, the cat was no longer so grumpy, but purred contentedly in Hermione's arms, as if she liked to be in Hermione's arms.

Hermione, as if she had made up her mind, walked up to the still frightened witch and asked, "Hello, how many gold gallons does this cat cost?"

It seemed that she had made up her mind to buy the cat, and Rolf didn't say anything more, after all, Hermione was the kind of person who was very assertive and wouldn't give up because of her own persuasion.

ps: I just looked at the code word calendar.,More than 3,000 words written yesterday were recorded.,The ones that were made up later are not counted.,I'm going to cry.,I don't know if I can get this month's full attendance.。