While Lady Loris was pondering, Filch returned.

He walked with heavy steps, holding a mop in one hand and a mop bucket in the other. It was evident that although Filch intended to provide Lovell with stomach medicine, he did not relax in his job, and the soiled floor had to be cleaned.

Watching Filch squirting the floor there, Lovell suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He soon sensed that something was wrong: didn't Hogwarts have house-elves, and why did Mr. Filch do all the chores? These operations can be solved by wizards or house-elves with a single spell, right? Why use human power to clean it a little bit?

Faced with the wolf cub's questioning, Mrs. Loris couldn't answer.

Listening to Lovell and Mrs. Loris meowing on the side, a smile also appeared on the corner of Filch's mouth: I didn't expect this human dog cub to know cat language.

Well? Filch frowned, if Lovell could both speak human and communicate with cats, wouldn't he be able to translate Lady Loris's words for herself?

Then you can fully understand what Lady Loris's is saying!

Filch reacted immediately. Is there anything happier for a heavy cat slave than that?

Thinking of this, Filch didn't have the heart to mop the floor. He shoved the mop into the bucket, then leaned down and stared at the wolf cub.

"What's wrong? Can I help you? Sensing Filch's gaze, the wolf cub stopped talking to Lady Loris and turned to look at Filch.

"You...... Can you help me translate what Loris's said? When it came time to make a request, Filch was a little squirming.

Lovell glanced at him, then turned to look at Lady Loris.

It knew that Lady Loriss was smart enough to understand what Filch meant, so it was waiting for Loris's response, and if she wanted to, Lovell would naturally translate for her.

Lady Loris thought for a moment, and finally sighed, and she decided to confess everything.

"Are you sure?"

Under Filch's curious gaze, Lady Loris nodded firmly.

"Alright then," Lovell asked Filch a question, "Mr. Filch, do you know your cat is sick?" ”

"Of course, my little one doesn't have a very good stomach, and I've always bought potions from Diagon Alley for her to drink." Filch patted his chest and said that he was very concerned about Lady Loris's health and was not negligent.

"But that pharmacy is really treacherous, the potion potion that has been prepared recently is getting worse and worse, and I will have to change stores sooner or later." Speaking of which, Filch's teeth itched. In his opinion, the pharmacy was bullying him for being a squib and deliberately selling him inferior medicinal materials to make the medicine less effective.

Thinking of this, he sighed: if he really can't do it, he will go to Professor Snape and ask him to give his cat some potions.

Filch didn't want to deal with the gloomy Slytherin dean if it could. He was well aware that the professors at Hogwarts did not see themselves as colleagues. He is more of a servant than a castle keeper.

But he couldn't help it.

"Madame Loris is not a gastrointestinal problem," Lovell corrected Filch's misconception, "she suffers from chronic kidney failure for various reasons, and if she doesn't adjust her diet and take medication, she may not be dying." ”

Filch:!

This sentence was like a thunderbolt from the sky, and he was speechless when he was shaken.

After a while, he jumped to his feet and yelled: "How is it possible, I will eat whatever my baby eats, I swear by everything I have, I will never treat her badly-"

The wolf cub rubbed its face with its paws, and it felt that Mr. Filch seemed to have no common sense of keeping a cat at all?

Even after a short period of time with the Grangers, they showed what the right way to keep a pet is.

One of the most important things is not to let your pet eat the same food as yourself. Compared with food in nature, the salt content of the food eaten by humans is too high, which can cause a series of diseases, and for cats like Mrs. Loris, who do not have good kidney function, eating heavy salt food is equivalent to suicide.

At first, Loris's kidney function may have weakened due to her age and unhealthy diet, but it did not change over time, and her disease gradually developed into chronic kidney failure. If it weren't for the potion from the pharmacy to continue her life, Lady Loris would have died of kidney failure.

The recent failure of "stomach medicine" is a sign that her condition is deteriorating. Next, either Lady Loris's death from illness or a stronger potion will save her life. Professor Snape's strength is likely to be the direction of the latter.

It seems understandable that Filch doesn't understand this, because it's a bit counterintuitive, and only medical practitioners like the Granger couple understand. Lovell doesn't have the qualifications to say anything else—it can't do it itself. While at the Granger family, he insisted on eating the same food as the Grangers. What Lovell didn't know, of course, was that Madame Granger had reduced the amount of salt she had added when she prepared her portion.

After explaining the causes and symptoms of kidney failure, Filch sat down on the floor. His intellect told him that Lovell had not lied to him, that all the clues were right, but his sensibility made him refuse to accept the hard truth.

"Impossible, impossible......" Filch repeated vaguely as he leaned against the wall, his eyes lost. Lady Loriss walked up to his lap and rubbed her head against his thigh.

"Honey, that's not true, isn't it, you just don't have a good stomach......" Filch picked up Lady Loris and said eagerly, but when he and Lady Loris looked at each other for a few seconds with helpless eyes, Filch was speechless.

He knew he was lying to himself.

Muddy tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and Filch felt despair again, as if he had been swallowed up by the boundless despair, as if he were drowning.

He lowered his head, letting tears wet the hem of his coat.

"Why are you crying? Is this disease a terminal illness? "The wolf cub thinks it's the wrong thing? It had been said that if the disease was left untreated, it could lead to the death of Lady Loris, but this is a case of dragging on and not being treated! As long as it is treated promptly, the disease can be cured.

Filch, Loris: !!

"Huh?" Filch, who heard Lovell's words, raised his head at once, and his eyes flashed with great longing, and Mrs. Loris, who was beside him, also stood up, pricking up her ears to listen to Lovell's words.

If possible, she also didn't want to be separated from her master.

"Is what you said true?!" In the excitement, Filch's voice even changed.

Lovell nodded confidently.

Of course Mrs. Loris's illness can be cured!

Most of the cats that died of kidney failure were found in an advanced stage, and at that time, Muggle technology was naturally lacking, but it was different here, there was magic here! Pharmacists may not understand what kidney failure is, but they know how to rejuvenate the body.

Although it is tantamount to quenching the body's thirst by continuing to stimulate the body after a kidney failure, such a potion can indeed maintain the fire of Lady Loris's life, giving Lovell time to recuperate her body. As long as the kidneys are raised, Lady Loris will naturally be saved.

There was just one problem: the Muggles' cure for chronic kidney failure, Lovell didn't know.

This is normal, after all, Lovell did not go to Granger's house to get a veterinary license, and it is a miracle that he can know the symptoms and causes of the disease.

But looking at the expectant eyes of Filch and Lady Loris, the wolf cub felt that if he said at this time, he would probably be hung up and beaten......

"If only Mr. Granger were here." Lovell said with some solitude, believing that Mr. Granger must know how to treat Lady Loris.

Who is Mr. Granger? Filch is desperate to know what this is sacred, and he will stop at nothing to find this Mr. Granger and ask him to help treat his treasure.

"He's a dentist."

Filch:???

What is a dentist?

Lovell explained, and Fairch realized that Mr. Granger was a Muggle!

Like other wizards, Filch was naturally distrustful of Muggles. In his opinion, things in the wizarding world are the most advanced, Muggles? Nothing.

Can Muggles cure Lady Loris's illness? Filch was a little incredulous, but he had no choice.

Of course, Filch's impression of Muggles today was destined for a major reversal.

In the end, Filch, eager to save Loris, offers a solution to the problem.

"It may not be realistic to leave school and go to the Muggle to meet that Mr. Granger, but we can send him a letter." Filchmo said, rubbing his bearded chin.

"Send a letter?" The wolf cub tilted its head, slightly confused.

"Yes, send letters, Hogwarts has a large flock of owls for students to send letters home." Filch waved his hand and shared this common sense with Lovell.

"Well......" Lovell blinked, and it suddenly realized something: since the students could send letters to their homes, shouldn't I also write letters to Hermione?

To Hermione, the wolf cub had not seen her for a day, and she missed it so much, and she was eager to share what she had seen and heard here with Hermione.

"Take me there!" The wolf cub became excited at the thought of this, and it was a little eager to send a letter to Hermione.

"Okay." Filch was also in a hurry, so he rushed with the wolf cub and Lady Loris to the place where the letter was sent from Hogwarts: the Owl Shed.

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3,000 words chapter, the second more present!

For some unreasonable places in the original book, everyone is welcome to actively put forward them in the book review area, and I will make up for it little by little! Eh, hey~