"Alright, Ron, I can go and ask Professor McGonagall for a chance."

Encouraged by Professor Bryan's presence, Harry made a decision that was more in line with his wishes.

Hermione's beautiful brow furrowed, and she glared at Ron disapprovingly, opening her mouth as if in retort, but just as she was about to speak, Crookhill appeared out of nowhere and jumped on her knee with a fat, frightened rat.

"Does it have to eat that thing in front of us, it's going to make the common room stink!"

Ron also frowned, and said with disgust.

"You can go to the courtyard and eat this, Crook Hill--"

This is a good thing to say, even Hermione didn't want her clean wizard robe to be stained with rat intestines and blood or something, she said softly, wanting to pick up Crookshane and send it out of the Gryffindor common room, but she didn't expect Crookshan, who was squatting on her lap, suddenly jumped on the coffee table with agility, dodged Hermione's hand, and stared at Ron with a pair of yellow eyes.

"Get rid of it, Hermione!"

Ron angrily pulled out the planetary trajectory map that he had worked hard to get all night from the foot of Crook Mountain, glared at Crook Mountain in disgust and said,

"It almost ruined our astronomy homework, and besides, Spotted is sleeping in my bag, and you want him to watch this cat eat its kind?"

Crookhill stared at Ron motionlessly, but when it heard this, the tip of its furry tail wagged, and it glanced at Ron's school bag, and raised its chin like Ron better showing off the mouse in his mouth, and his yellow eyes gleamed with an inexplicable light.

"What exactly are you going to do?"

Crookshan's appearance made Ron even more vigilant, and he hugged his bag and asked impatiently, but Crookshane didn't waver, just stretched his neck forward, and gently bit the mouse in his mouth.

"I'll think again--"

Crookshank's appearance confused Hermione as well, but Harry suddenly laughed, and he couldn't help but look at Ron and say what he thought,

"It's probably trying to trade that mouse in its mouth for your spots, Ron!"

Ron was stunned, then glared angrily at Hermione,

"See, Hermione, this unsanctuary cat wants to kill Spotted, I really don't understand why you have to get this beast back!"

"Stop talking stupid, Ron!"

After shutting Harry up with a domineering gaze, Hermione said impatiently,

"There's no reason for Crookshank Hill to do this, maybe it's just trying to introduce a friend to Spotted!"

With that, she stood up and tried to hold Crook Hill down again.

Crookshank dodged Hermione's arms again, it seemed to have realized that the deal had failed, and the little boy in front of him was not willing to exchange the fake mouse in his bag for the real one in his mouth, so he jumped on the arm of the sofa and slowly crouched down, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

What happened next can only be described as a disaster.

Crookshill turned his head and threw the mouse that had regained consciousness in his mouth high, and coincidentally hung on the bow worn by Hermione's roommate, Lavender Brown, who was worried about Professor Trelawney's prophecy, and Lavender took off the mouse on the bow hairpin with a blank face and put it in front of him...

Yes!

The screams of terror that pierced the eardrums instantly silenced the noisy common room, and before Hermione could apologize for Crookshank, Lavender had already thrown the rat out again before he threw himself into Petill's arms, and after slashing in a graceful arc in mid-air, it crashed onto Neville and Seamus's chessboard.

The mouse reacted quickly, quickly leaving the flipped chessboard, crawling down Neville's knee and onto his chest, and then, with a leap, its paw hooked Neville's nostrils!

"It's all petrified!"

The sudden startle made Neville look like he was about to suffocate, but at this moment, on the other side of the common room, Ginny, who was talking to Colin or something, had a quick eye and a petrification charm flicked over, hitting Neville's nostrils with precision.

In the midst of everyone's hard laughter, Neville, whose round face was flushed, stood up tremblingly, so that the stiff claws of the fat mouse, which was no longer able to move, could no longer hook his nose, and after a click, he fell heavily to the ground.

Hearing this, Neville's cheeks, who were a little baby fat, trembled again, and in a trance, he remembered the night after the final exam of the first grade, the fear of being sealed by the petrification spell...

"Sorry, Neville—"

Hermione hurried around one student after another to Neville, who had collapsed on the couch again, her sweaty face full of apologies,

"Just an accident, Neville, Crook Hill didn't have a heart--"

Before Neville could speak, a violent roar came from the direction of the fireplace, and Hermione hurriedly looked back, startled.

While everyone was drawn to the mouse, Crookshank swooped down, four paws digging deep into Ron's bag, tearing at it viciously.

"Get out of here, you stupid brute!"

Ron tried to pull the bag away from under Crookshan, but Crookshank grabbed it, grinning and tearing it fiercely.

"Don't hurt it, Ron!"

Hermione screamed, because Ron, who couldn't drive Crookhill away, was frantically using his bag as a windmill, but even that couldn't drive Crookhill away, and the specks in his bag flew out of the open bag.

The little wizards of the entire lounge sprang into action to catch the two critters in a frenzy, and finally, Spotted was pulled out of an old chest of drawers by Ron, while the disheveled, embarrassed Hermione threw herself to the ground, holding the desperately struggling Crookshankshan.

"You're glad now, aren't you?"

Looking at the skinny skinny bones in his palm, the trembling spots like a sieve, Ron yelled with anger.

"Crook Hill is just--"

Hermione's eyes sparkled, and she weakly tried to explain for Crookshan, but before she could finish her words, she was rudely interrupted by Ron,

"That cat just wants to get along with Spotted, when the hell are you going to admit it!"

"How can you speak to Hermione like that, Ron?!"

Ginny hurried over from the other side of the common room, gently wrapped her arms around Hermione's delicate, trembling shoulders, and glared at Ron, who was trying to coax Blob back into his pocket.

Angry, Ron looked up and was about to say something, but when he saw Hermione, whose tears were already rolling in his eyes, he hesitated,

"Don't let that brute come to me again, Hermione, or ---"

Ron muttered something that only Hermione and Ginny could hear, and then left in a huff, leaving only an even angrier Ginny and a sad, helpless Hermione.

"Ron is just too worried about Spotted, Hermione--"

Harry hesitated as he looked at Crookshank Hill in Hermione's arms, intellectually agreeing with Ron's opinion, this little weird big yellow cat seemed to be aimed at Spotted, but he couldn't say that in front of Hermione,

"Don't worry, I'll try to persuade him."

Already frustrated by not being able to go to Hogsmeade, Harry sighed heavily and shuffled his tired steps towards the dormitory.

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