The emaciated witch, who looked obviously old, only subconsciously held her big hat, and seemed to be speechless.

"What's the problem?"

"No, no problem, the approval is real."

After putting the strips away, Mrs. Pince simply wrote something on a piece of parchment with a quill.

Then with a wave of his wand, the parchment quickly shrunk into a comfortable proof, with Connor's name looming above it.

"This is your library card, and with this you can borrow one of the books from the forbidden area, but remember, if you want to borrow one, you have to return the previous one...... You can only borrow one book at a time. ”

"Well, thank you, ma'am."

I tucked the library card into the inside pocket and stored it with my notebook.

"Next, I want to borrow this ...... 'The Transformation of the Human Body'."

"Ah...... Are you sure it's this one? Not "Potion of Power"? ”

"I'm more interested in Transfiguration."

Mrs. Pince frowned slightly.

She clearly disagreed with Connor's approach to books, but ultimately failed to articulate the denial and admonition.

"Okay, I'll give it to you, and I'll take you to your room."

"Wait...... Room? ”

Connor subconsciously looked around.

"Yes, the 'free rest of the time' mentioned on this slip is limited to this library, and if it is too late in the library, there is a curfew, then you can spend the night in this library."

At this point, Mrs. Pince's expression was even more strange.

"There are very few students who can be approved for this, let alone first-year students...... Even though you are a favored student of Professor Dumbledore, I hope you don't cause me any trouble, and don't make any noise in the library, besides......"

"Meow!"

Suddenly, a cat meowed.

When Connor subconsciously looked back, he saw a sickly kitten with scrawny eyes and red eyes like a light bulb slowly walking into the library.

At first glance, the cat gave Connor a morbid feeling, as if he was teetering on the brink of life and death.

However, underneath that unsightly appearance, there is a vigorous vitality that far exceeds that of ordinary animals.

Her vitality is incomparably strong, as if she can live for a long time, and her steps are quite steady.

Without any weakness, the cat stepped in.

"Loris!"

Before Connor could look any more, he saw Mrs. Pince walking up affectionately.

Even though the ugly cat of unknown breed did not seem to be suitable for pets, Mrs. Pince still warmly picked her up.

"Hey, how did you get here?"

"Loris, my Loris, where are you, dear?"

With a rush of awkward footsteps, Connor saw a slender old man enter the library.

It was Argus Filch, the caretaker of Hogwarts, but he usually did some odd jobs, and his life seemed extremely poor, and he was reluctant to change several patches and holes in his clothes.

And after entering the library, he consciously slowed down his pace.

Rubbing his dry, calloused hands, he walked in.

"Il...... Mrs. Pince. ”

At first, he subconsciously wanted to call out Mrs. Pince's name, but in the end he chose the most polite and respectful title.

"Filch ......"

Mrs. Pince sighed.

"Loris, she's with me, are you going to bring her back now?"

Her voice was soft, not at all as harsh as she was with her students.

However, such an attitude made Filch feel uncomfortable.

"Oh, no."

Filch subconsciously showed that flattering, flattering smile.

"Loris, she should be there with you, she should be, if she wants to be with you, I ...... here"

Before Filch could finish speaking, the red-eyed old cat that was still in Mrs. Pince's arms suddenly leaped out, and it landed directly on Filch's shoulder.

It's just that this sudden impact and love obviously made Filch, as the owner, a little unbearable.

His withered, thin magic shook for a while, as if he were about to be overwhelmed by his own cat.

But fortunately, in the end, he still stood firm.

No magic was used, and no wand was pulled, Filch just giggled.

"Loris ......"

When he came to his senses, he looked at Mrs. Pince with a restrained look.

"Then, I'll go first, and there are still a few stinky boys casting spells in the corridor, waiting for me to catch them."

It was indeed Filch's job, but looking at his awkward movements, it looked like he was running away.

It was only after seeing Filch's figure completely disappear from her gaze that Mrs. Pince came back to her senses.

"Filch, Loris, ......"

As if the two names meant something special to her, Mrs. Pince sighed.

But soon, she suddenly remembered something, and set her eyes on Connor, who had always thought of herself as an invisible man.

"Ma'am?"

"Oh yes, I'll have to show you around your room."

With a calm look as usual, the witch began to lead the way.

As he gazed at Mrs. Pince's back, Connor raised his brow.

He was thinking about the relationship between Mrs. Filch and Mrs. Bians, and the previous contact seemed to him to reveal a lot of secrets.

At least, that's not the way a simple colleague would get along, and the cat.

To be honest, the cat named Loris seemed to have no problem, but the vitality and agility that did not match his weak appearance made him a little concerned.

"Mrs. Pince, how old is Mrs. Loris?"

“……”

Without understanding what was answered, Mrs. Pince stopped herself.

She looked back at Connor.

The sun shone in through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the library, but her figure resembled a giant vulture, and the shadow of her black robes encompassed Connor.

"Mrs. Pince?"

“…… As a cat, she is 13 years old. ”

"Huh?"

Connor was stunned.

He only felt that Mrs. Pince's words revealed all kinds of strangeness, and the sentence expression was a little awkward no matter how you looked at it.

What does it mean to be 13 years old as a cat?

Old cats?

Could it be that she still has a time when she is not a cat?

Wait, maybe it's possible.

"Then Lady Loris, she ......"

"This is your room."

Before Connor could ask anything, Mrs. Pince had led him to a row of carvings.

Lions, eagles, snakes, badgers.

In this order, the carvings are arranged in a row, and you can't find them unless you look closely.

Mrs. Pince, on the other hand, struck a badger-shaped carving with her wand.

"I remember you were a Hufflepuff student, right?"

The statue splits and the secret door opens, revealing the simple furnishings of the interior.

"Come in."