"The eyes of an eagle, the ears of a wolf, the speed of a leopard and the strength of a bear?"

Hermione understood this time, her eyes widening slightly as she looked at the potion in Dudley's hand in surprise.

The potions she is familiar with are not without physical fitness, but few wizards will delve into them, even Snape and other potions masters will not study them, they are the unpopular among the unpopular, many wizards would rather spend a lot of time on minor potions than spend half of their time on these potions.

For them, it's a waste of time.

No amount of added strength is as good as a levitation spell, and no matter how fast it is, it is not as good as a shapeshifter. As a result, over time, this type of potion has been obsolete by the times, and is only mentioned in some obscure books of the history of magic.

A potion like Dudley's one that strengthens four aspects at once has never been heard of.

Crookshank struggled slightly and jumped out of Hermione's arms, running to Dadley's feet and grinding against his head, a 'grunt' sound in his throat.

"What's wrong with it?" Hermione frowned slightly.

'Is it time to go into heat?' ’

Because of raising Crook Mountain, Hermione has read a lot of cat raising guides recently, wizards, ordinary people, all cat books say one thing.

For the health of your cat, it is recommended to take your cat for neutering surgery as soon as possible, unless you want to nurture and breed the next generation.

Hermione wasn't going to have another litter of kittens, and if Crookhill was in heat, she would have to take it to the vet to get the 'cat bells' removed.

"It wants this potion." Dudley shook the crystal bottle again, "Crookshank Mountain has the blood of some magical beasts, and its instincts tell it that this potion is good for it. ”

"I see." Hermione nodded, "Can it be drunk then?" ”

Unbeknownst to Crookshan, his 'cat bell' had already walked around the ghost gate.

"There are no restrictions on my potion, and Crookshank can also be taken."

"Taste it, little one."

Dudley pulled out a small dish and poured some out, and Crookshan couldn't wait to lean over and start licking it.

After a while, he licked it clean, Crookshan didn't look the same, it was still the same lazy and hairy appearance as before, but it looked very satisfied, the two front paws leaned forward, and the hind legs were raised upwards vigorously, stretched a lazy waist, shook the body, and walked towards the corridor with small steps.

When you've eaten and drunk enough, it's time for a walk.

He didn't blink when he passed by Dudley.

When you want to eat, you will please in every possible way, and when you are full of food and drink, you will turn your face and deny people.

Surreal kittens

Next time you want to drink don't come to beg me, well, small dried fish halved.

Crookshank didn't know he was on Dudley's blacklist.

Hermione doesn't keep Crookshank Mountain in the common room, most of the time it's free-range, and the students' pets are mostly kept that way.

The two of them are not worried that Crook Mountain will be lost, most of the pets raised by wizards for a period of time are much smarter than pets in the ordinary world, they will not run out of the castle, let alone to the Forbidden Forest, at most they will go around the castle.

For example, Neville's leprosy treasure often disappears incognito when it doesn't want to be found, but it never goes too far from Neville.

"Hey, you bastard, go to war!"

The sound of the two men talking woke Sir Cadogan, who was depicted hurrying to put on his armor and shouting at Dudley with a spear.

To keep him from disturbing the others, Dudley added a mute spell to him.

Well, the world is completely silent.

"Dudley."

Hermione suddenly stopped Dudley, and in Dudley's puzzled gaze, she said in a voice the size of a mosquito, "Do you want to come and sit in the Gryffindor common room?" ”

"It's a pleasure that I haven't seen what the Gryffindor Lounge is like."

Dudley hasn't been to the Gryffindor Lounge? Trick the hell.

A pair of eyes silently watched the two enter the lounge.

It was a big black dog.

After seeing the two of them enter, the big black dog shook his head and turned around and walked towards the depths of the castle.

Today is not a good time.

The huge student made him instinctively feel dangerous.

It's best to steer clear of it.

It's a little hungry and needs to find something to eat.

It happened to know a good place - the Hogwarts kitchen next to the Hufflepuff common room, with a small room at the end of the kitchen, where house-elves usually piled up leftovers to be discarded the next day.

Maybe it can try its luck there, rummage through the garbage, and find something to eat.

It hadn't taken two steps before the big black dog suddenly stopped, because a round figure appeared in front of it.

Crook Hill.

In fact, Crook Mountain didn't go far, under the effect of the potion, its hearing and vision were improved to a level, and it was easy to find this big black dog.

The raccoon bloodline in Crookhill's body allows it to identify good people and bad people.

Perhaps 'good guys and bad guys' is more general, and it is more accurate to summarize it in terms of detecting malice.

The biggest reason why Crookshank was so aggressive towards Peter's transformed Blob was that Peter couldn't help but exude malice the moment he saw Harry.

Hermione was its keeper and Harry was Hermione's friend, so Harry was one of his own in Crookshan's understanding.

If you show malice towards your own people, then the other party is the enemy.

Plain.

"Meow"

Crookshank Hill got closer, smelled the big black dog, and began to circle around.

Didn't feel any malice in the big black dog.

Crook Hill is more curious.

It could sense that the big black dog was different from the average black dog, just like the strange mouse.

The big black dog turned to leave, but Crookshank jumped up and stood in front of it.

"Meow Mi Meow."

Rushing at the big black dog to force Lai Lai to stop.

It goes something like this – 'Listen, big black. I'm going to be a ranger and I'm going to have a pair of boots, a belt, a hat and a stabbing sword. I see that your bones are strange, and it just so happens that I still lack a follower, come and do chivalrous deeds with me."

However, the big black dog obviously didn't want to pay attention to it, turned around and left.

Crookshank Hill stopped it again.

The successive blockades made the big black dog, who was not good-tempered in the first place, anxious.

"Woo (leave)."

"Meow Meow (If you lose to me, be my henchman)"

The big black dog didn't want to hurt Crook Mountain, and planned to open it with a slap on his paw, but he didn't expect Crook Mountain's speed to be too fast, and the big black dog dodged away before it touched it.

"Meow (you agreed)."

Blessed by the speed of the leopard, Crook Hill started incredibly fast.

The big black dog failed to catch Crook Hill several times.

Deciminably gave up the idea of grabbing Crookshan, and without too much entanglement, he continued to walk towards the Hogwarts kitchen on his own.

Seeing this, Crook Hill didn't hide, and rushed directly to the big black dog, the big black dog sensed Crook Mountain's intentions, but it didn't mean to avoid it at all, it didn't think a little cat could do anything to it.

It wasn't until the moment Crookshank's cat's paw slapped it in the face that it realized it was wrong.

The little cat's paw burst out with unimaginable power, and the big black dog was slapped by this slap and spun in the air several times, and the stars in the sky were dancing around it.

The cat's paw pressed against the big black dog that fell to the ground, and Crookshan barked a few times with pride on his face.

"Meow hey hey (I won)!"

Big Black Dog: '??? ’

In the end, it didn't understand, how could the strength of a little kitten be so exaggerated?

Poor someone doesn't know that there's something called a hanging.

(End of chapter)