I was Hermione's puppy at Hogwarts

Thanks to the talent of being proficient in various languages, Lovell can communicate with humans and understand human writing. So Lovell soon realized that this small leather bag belonged to the unlucky Defense Against the Dark Arts

Professor's.

Adhering to the simple mentality of "what I picked up is mine", the wolf cub felt that he was qualified to handle this prey.

Different from human moral standards, there is no principle in the wolf cub's world view of returning things to their original owners. What is found belongs to it. It is like a wolf picking up a half-eaten wild boar in the wild and then hiding it. Does it still return it?

Do you have to wait for the owner of the wild boar to come back before handing the wild boar over to him? Obviously it's impossible - you may become the next meal of the wild boar owner.

Therefore, the wolf cub opened the small leather bag without any psychological burden, but to his disappointment, there were only some small metal pieces of different colors inside.

"That's it..." Lovell was a little disappointed: It would be great if there was a deliciously roasted chicken hidden in it! Unfortunately, not to mention chicken, even quails might not fit into this small bag.

Fred and George were still waiting in line for orders, and the wolf cub became bored again, so he threw the small leather bag on the table. To him, the attraction of this bag was not as good as the taste of the tea.

The package is very attractive.

While Lovell was in a daze, a middle-aged man ran into the Three Broomsticks in a panic. He did not go to the front desk to order, but stared at the floor and wandered around.

This man looked to be in his fifties or sixties, with short gray hair, and was wearing a decent black suit. However, the white mark on the buttocks of the suit destroyed this sense of respectability, making him look a little embarrassed.

This man's appearance is very distinctive: he has a pair of big brown eyes, a pair of thick black eyebrows, and several very deep wrinkles on his forehead. He looks a bit "bitter and resentful", but that pair of

The windy ears make him look a little funny.

The whole person, from his clothes to his appearance, exuded a sense of harmony.

"Professor Dimit, why are you here again?" Mrs. Rostamer saw this visitor, the smile on her face stiffened, and then she immediately left the bar and came to the middle-aged man. It turned out that this middle-aged man was somewhat funny and embarrassed.

The young man is the owner of the money bag in Lovell's hands, Hogwarts annual disposable professor and hapless fellow Thomas Demeter.

This new professor at Hogwarts left a deep impression on Mrs. Rostamer. This man seemed to have been cursed by the gods, and his whole person carried a sense of "bad luck". He would be unlucky wherever he went.

As a businessman, Mrs. Rostamer is very reluctant to receive such a broom star - what if his bad luck is transmitted to herself?

But there was no reason to rush out when a guest came, so she rushed to greet him, hoping that he could leave as soon as possible.

"My money bag is gone." Professor Dimit was a little frustrated: "I just received this month's salary!"

Mrs. Rostammer had a look of sympathy on her face.

"Have you considered using the Flying Curse to summon him?" Out of sympathy, she gave her own suggestion.

Dimit was a little embarrassed, "Things like money bags will definitely be subject to anti-flying spells."

Mrs. Rostammer:…

Why are you so clueless? Don’t you, a person like you, have any self-awareness? The people in this bar have lost their wallets less often than you, right? Why did you add a device to your wallet that cannot respond to the call of the Flying Curse?

Set?! What are you thinking?

Mrs. Rostamer had a lot to say, but she didn’t know where to start. She could only purse her lips and say with a somewhat uneasy expression: "I will leave you a notice——"

Thomas Dimit became frustrated: "I've been really unlucky these past two days. I was injured by a wild boar a few days ago and was admitted to the school hospital. Just two days later, I sprained my foot while on duty at night - how could I forget?"

Will the steps on the stairs disappear?! I finally waited until payday and lost my salary and wallet again!”

He stamped his feet: "Damn it, I shouldn't have taken Dumbledore's job!"

Seeing what Dimit said, Mrs. Rostamer was not able to answer the question. She just asked the waiter to bring some hot drinks to give to Professor Dimit to relieve his fatigue.

"Why don't you find Professor Trelawney? Maybe there will be a change. Isn't she the great-great-granddaughter of the prophet Cassandra Trelawney?" Mrs. Rostammer lied without a trace of shame.

Red. Even she didn't believe what she said. She knew very well that Sybill Trelawney was a liar. She used to be very depressed. She didn't know what connections she had in the past few years to become Hogwarts.

Divination class professor.

But this is not treating a dead horse as a living horse. It is like drinking a placebo, just to have peace of mind before and after.

Hearing this, Dimitar immediately darkened his face. Of course he had looked for Trelawney, not long after he joined the job, and then Professor Trelawney marveled at him and told him that with his appearance

Look, tsk tsk tsk, it’s no longer possible, I suggest you deal with the funeral affairs as soon as possible. This made Professor Dimitri very angry - what are you talking about?

Mrs. Rostammer originally wanted Professor Trelawney to start the placebo effect, but Trelawney is not even a placebo! A normal placebo is to drink it and then lie to you that the medicine is effective, Trelawney brand

The placebo is to drink it and the doctor will tell you: you are dead now.

Isn't it funny to expect Trelawney to comfort people?

Seeing that she seemed to have said the wrong thing again, Mrs. Rostamer simply shut up to avoid making more mistakes.

The wolf cub was by the side and listened to the whole process. It felt a little pity and a little uneasy in its heart: it knew exactly why Professor Dimit sprained his ankle two days ago.

After thinking about it for a while, Lovell made a decision.

Anyway, I don't like the contents of that little bag, so I might as well give it back to him. One day when the incident comes to light, I hope he will take care of his old relationship and let it go.

So it walked to Dimit and Rostamer and sat down obediently.

"Huh? What a beautiful...little wolf? Is it your new pet?" Dimitar noticed the wolf cub. He could tell at a glance that this beautiful silver elf was a wolf, but it was so well-behaved that Dimit

Mitt was a little unsure.

Mrs. Rostamer shook her head, "They are pets brought by two guests."

The wolf cub listened to their conversation quietly, then swung his tail and swept the small leather bag hidden behind his butt in front of Dimit.

Dimit:?!

"Merlin, isn't this my purse?!" He immediately leaned down and picked up the purse. Looking at the recovered purse, Dimit's eyes became watery: This is really too much.

It’s not easy anymore!

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This is the first update. Sorry for the delay. Mainly because I fell asleep in bed after returning home and just woke up...