I was Hermione's puppy at Hogwarts

[Lovell (first level authority holder)

Race: Forbidden wolf

Age: 9 (equivalent to human life span)

Magic power: 10 (has reached the maximum magic power it can hold at the current age)

Emotional amplification coefficient: 8 (the weak eats the strong)

Note: The identity of a wolf makes you naturally know how to survive. The nature of a wolf makes you more deadly and fierce. You are a natural killer, but a comfortable life will make you dull.

talent--

Charm: b (normal level)

Deformation: b (normal level)

Potion: a (bonus from Herbology)

Herbs: s (talent unique to wild animals)

Divination: a (wild animal intuition)

Alchemy: c (real · careless)

Flying: c (terrestrial animals are not good at flying)

Note: The bond with the contracted person will increase your various talents.

Innate magic: proficiency in various languages ​​(as a forbidden forest wolf, you are born with the ability to communicate with various animals)

Features: Lucky

Remaining energy of the slate: 0 (charging, the charging rate depends on the total magic power of the contracted wizard)]

Lovell tilted his head. Even from his simple little mind, his panel seemed to be very powerful.

I'm so awesome!

Wolf cub akimbo.jpg

As for recharging, it seems that she has to wait until Hermione becomes a witch...but when will she become a witch? The wolf cub doesn't know.

Lovell glanced at Hermione, this girl is very important!

"Can you see something?" Looking at the wolf cub's expression, a trace of suspicion flashed across Hermione's face.

"Hey hey hey..." Lovell activated the skill to pass the level - the skill took effect. Hermione no longer dwelled on the strange things on the slate. She grabbed the wolf cub next to her, took a small comb from the bedside, and gave it to it.

Combing the hair carefully.

The fine teeth scraped through the oily and slippery fur, scraping off some of the fluff and clumping it into a ball on the comb, which was finally removed by Hermione. Soon, a small ball of fur appeared next to the wolf cub.

Lovell only felt that he was being held down by Hermione's little hand, and a few cold sharp points scratched his fur, which was a little itchy. It was a little uncomfortable at first, but he soon got used to the teeth of the comb.

exist.

After getting used to it, the wolf cub squinted his eyes and began to enjoy it, his little tail coiled behind him, wagging.

Seeing the wolf cub enjoying himself, Hermione smiled angrily: This guy knows how to enjoy himself.

"No, it's done!" After combing the wolf cub's fur, Hermione tapped the tip of the wolf cub's nose with the comb to signal it to stand up.

Lovell opened his eyes, shook his body, fluffed out his hair, and felt very comfortable.

"Thank you~"

“Nothing—ouch!”

The wolf cub pounced over and threw Hermione, who was caught off guard, on the bed. Lovell didn't look big, but he weighed five or six pounds. With such a sudden pounce, coupled with his wolfish appearance, Lovell was really stunned.

Min was startled, but soon it proved with its actions that it had no ill intentions - it stretched out its pink and tender tongue and licked her face.

It was the first time for Hermione to experience the scratchy feeling after the wolf's tongue licked the skin.

"What are you doing? It's so itchy!" Hermione put her hands on the wolf cub and lifted it up.

The wolf cub blinked and looked at Hermione blankly.

"Lick your fur..."

Hermione:?

The wolves in the pack would lick each other's fur to show kindness. The wolf cub felt that since Hermione had just "licked" his fur, he should respond in kind and rationally.

"Okay," Hermione understood what the wolf cub meant, "don't make a surprise attack next time..."

While Hermione was giving etiquette lessons to the wolf cub, the wolf cub suddenly pricked up its ears and heard an unusual sound.

It stood up suddenly and turned its head towards the place where the sound came from - the position of the Granger's garden gate.

"There is an intruder." It made a low voice, reminding Hermione to be alert.

Hermione raised her head and glanced at the clock on the wall, then ran to the window and lifted the curtains and took a quick look to understand the identity of the so-called "intruder".

"It's my parents!" Hermione rubbed the wolf cub's head to make it less nervous.

"Oh... Huh?!" The wolf cub breathed a sigh of relief at first, and then suddenly became nervous again: The owner of this territory is coming back?

Then you have to behave well. Whether you can hang out at Granger's house and eat and drink depends on your next performance.

The Grangers returned home as usual, and their daughter came home from school ahead of them as usual.

As soon as he entered the door, Mr. Granger smelled the aroma of steak.

"I guess our little Hermione made me steak." A happy smile broke out on Mr. Granger's face. What could be more satisfying than having a sensible daughter? After a long day's work, if you come home, you can eat it.

Serving hot meals and dishes is truly the greatest happiness for a middle-aged man.

The corners of Mrs. Granger's mouth also turned up slightly.

After the couple had changed their clothes, they saw their daughter standing timidly at the door of the living room, looking eager to see what was going on.

Hermione's heart was not as firm as her words. Although she told Lovell that her parents would definitely agree to adopt this cute little wolf cub, she still hesitated when the Grangers entered the room.

, shaken.

After all, this is raising a wolf at home, will they really agree? Hermione lost her confidence.

"Baby!" Mr. Granger strode towards his precious daughter, picked her up and kissed her.

"How was it? How were you at school today?" After putting his daughter down, Mr. Granger asked about Hermione's situation at school today, and Hermione responded casually.

"Did you feed a stray cat?" Mrs. Granger didn't care about her daughter's performance in school because she knew her daughter must be the best.

She was more concerned about the idea that her daughter mentioned to her yesterday: she wanted to go to Green Park to feed the stray cats there after school.

She originally wanted to refuse, but the rather nervous Mr. Granger agreed first. As a parent, Mrs. Granger could not go back on her promise, so she could only accept it with her nose pinched, and told her daughter to pay attention to safety.

"No," Hermione cheered up, knowing that she was about to talk about a key topic, "but I encountered something more interesting..."

"Eh? Didn't you cook me a steak?" Mr. Granger's disappointed voice came from the kitchen. He walked into the kitchen excitedly, but only saw an empty plate and a dirty frying pan.

"Shut up." Mrs. Granger was dissatisfied with her husband's interruption and motioned for Hermione to continue.

"Actually... I picked up a puppy..." Hermione lowered her head, held the corners of her skirt with both hands, and scratched the ground with her toes. Behind her, Lovell squatted obediently.

On the floor, Mrs. Granger looked helplessly.

Wolf cub:(o°w°o)

"Of course not!" Mr. Granger, who was watching the whole process in the kitchen, thought that this was an opportunity to reflect his family's status, so he walked out of the kitchen and expressed his will.

The corners of the wolf cub's eyes suddenly filled with tears, and it looked at Mrs. Granger with its big watery eyes.

Poor, helpless, but very cute.

Mrs. Granger felt her heart melting.

So she looked at her husband decisively and said in a strong tone: "Go and cook first! This matter has nothing to do with you!"

What is family brotherhood?

Mr. Granger successfully proved his status.

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