Neil's assurances to Hagrid weren't entirely lies. According to the contract, his main work revolves around Harry other than his business activities, and he really doesn't want to get involved in all the beyond that. Even if Dumbledore secretly cut off some of Grindelwald's body tissue when he was subduing him, and planned to use it to secretly raise his own army of replicants at Hogwarts, it had nothing to do with Neil - unless the former planned to use this army to fight to Mount Bayankala.

If Mr. Headmaster thinks that the secret he has to keep at the expense of bringing Class A dangerous creatures into the school through Hagrid's channels (which is the point) is something that he does not need to reveal to himself, then he will be happy to be at ease, as long as he can make sure that the vicious dog with its three heads does not suddenly jump out and block the middle of the road while he is walking at night.

If all the potential risks must be taken into account, then pray again that Mr. Potter and his pleasant friends don't run into the restricted area for some boring reason and get bitten to death by dogs.

……

"Mr. Potter, do you like dogs?"

"What?"

Harry thought for a moment that he had misheard, but Neil looked serious - it should be said that normal people would not go out of their way to the common room of another house in order to ask an inconsequential question.

"Dog, Mr. Potter. The four-legged, barking kind of animal—no, I know what you're thinking by looking at your face, you can take Professor Snape's aggressive remarks as a barking dog, there's nothing wrong with that, it's entirely his own fault...... But don't let stereotypes distort your perception of other species, which is a serious problem. ”

The inference was entirely fabricated, but Harry was stunned for a moment, and the excuse that he had never thought of this way was drowned out in the laughter of the others. Covering his stomach, Ron slid all the way down the couch and arched like a maggot on the carpet; Fred laughed and coughed while curling his hands into a puppy position, imitating Snape's face as he stared at someone; George thumped the armrests of the couch as if he couldn't control his emotions without the help of pain; Hermione wasn't smiling, but her eyes weren't as stern as they were when she heard them talking nonsense—Snape was so unpopular among Gryffindor's students.

Harry, who had become the focus of the teasing, scratched his nose in embarrassment.

"That's what you're here for? To speak ill of Snape under the guise of using me? ”

"I'm not that boring, Mr. Potter. The blind scoundrels in the stories of wise men and blind old men are not idle to that point. Neil grimaced at him, "Now, don't worry about it so much, tell me, like?" Still don't like it? ”

There was a hint of displeasure in Harry's eyes, but it wasn't aimed at him. There were quite a few dog owners in Little Whitkin, and those dogs, like their owners who had listened to the rumors spread by the Dursleys, had never had a good attitude towards Harry. The sound of people pointing and pointing at each other, and the dog's malicious barking, it's hard to say which one annoys him more.

It's not a good idea to say that dogs are man's best friend, they are at best the owner's best friend.

"Huh?" It may have been a little long since he remembered, Neil gave a gentle urge to get an answer, and Harry shook his head honestly in the face of his expectant eyes. Harry didn't know if he was asking this question to recommend himself a dog or something, but unfortunately, whatever that caution was, it seemed to be in vain.

"- You don't like dogs? Great, Mr. Potter, don't forget that feeling in the future! ”

Sometimes, or most of the time, it's really hard to figure out what's going on in Neil's mind.

"I'm a big fan of dogs." Ron shrugged, "It's a pity that our family never had enough money and space to raise one. ”

"Look, Fred, look at our little brother who is not satisfied."

"Really, Madara is going to die of sadness to hear you say that."

"Hey!" Ron protested. However, his two brothers, who were never afraid of causing trouble, did not take his attitude to heart at all, and only continued to laugh on the sidelines.

"Who's Spotted?" Neil asked in a whisper.

"My pet. I thought I would get my first owl on that birthday, but I was waiting for a crippled mouse with a missing finger in one of its claws, which the clerk said might have been gnawed off by its own kind. It was the cheapest animal in the store at the time, aside from the live cockroaches used to feed the birds, and I guess that was the only reason my mother chose to buy it. Ron replied casually, "That poor creature is almost five years old, and God knows how long it can stay with me......"

"It's wonderful." Neil commented that his eyes were clearly saying that befriending a creature that could steal food, spread disease, damage furniture, and have a name that could be used to curse people was definitely not something normal people could do.

"I prefer cats to dogs." Hermione said lightly, glancing at Neil with a meaningful look, "Maybe I can get one next year." ”

"Before you bring it into school, teach it to keep its distance from Spotted, okay?"

"Mention this." Neil clapped his hands, "I just have a gadget here that is very suitable for pets, I just arrived this morning, do you want to take a look?" ”

It has to be said that curiosity may not be a unique trait of Ravenclaw students, as soon as they heard that there were novelties to see, everyone gathered around, even Hermione, who had been pretending to read, couldn't help but get closer. I saw that he reached out and dug into the sleeve of his sleeve, which seemed to have everything, and took out two cherry-sized copper bells from them, and hung them with strings, which looked quite antique.

"What is this?"

"Requiem bell." He shook the bell in his hand and made a crisp sound, "Two for a pair, one for you to hold, and the other for your pet, so that when you shake it, it can soothe your pet's emotions - this one in my hand is a simplified version, it was originally used on larger animals, such as your war horse, war ox, war donkey, or whatever, to help them stay calm when shuttling through the battlefield, and not be scared by explosions and the like." ”

Ron poked the little bell suspiciously, "It's so small...... Does it really work? ”

"Of course, Mr. Weasley. Tie one to your little mouse, Mr. Spotted, so that you can ring the bell next year when Miss Granger's cat presses it under its paws and prepares to dismantle it. ”

"And then?"

"No, Mr. Weasley, but at least you can let it go a little more peacefully. But if Miss Granger had one for her cat, she might be able to convince her to stop her violence. ”

“……”

As subtle as the use of this thing sounds, the half-price price of a pair of eight sicos and a second pair is somewhat attractive. Harry bought a pair for Hedwig with the idea of giving it a try, and Ron was at half the price - probably because of Spotted's age, and he was really moved by the phrase "go quieter".

Surprisingly, Fred and George didn't have any pets, but they bought a lot of them in one go. According to the two of them, they are going to apply the effect to Mrs. Loris, Filch's cat, tonight. If it succeeds, it will be one step closer to driving that old sadist crazy.

"Oh yes, I almost forgot." Neil flipped through his sleeves again, somehow poured out a large paper bag that was impossible to fit in with the size, and handed it to Ron, "This is the order that the big Weasley asked you to give me before, I wanted to find a chance to give it to him in person, but these days have always been unlucky, there is no chance to meet—please flatter the future Minister of Magic for me, okay?" When he gets ahead, don't forget to give poor people like me a little more freedom to beg for life. ”

Ron nodded and took the paper bag. Until now, he still felt that Percy's approach was a bit embarrassing, but looking at Fred and George's malicious expressions, he felt that now was not the time to worry about others.