Magical Studies at Hogwarts

As soon as the weekend passed, the Christmas vacation officially entered. Although the Hogwarts Express sent away a group of students who chose to go home for the holidays, there were too many students staying in school, and it was no different from usual.

Ike knew very well that the so-called plot had actually changed. With so many people attending the Christmas dinner, Professor Trelawney would definitely not make the prophecy about "Thirteen".

If there is any regret so far, it is that Ike still has not seen the level of divination on the waste notebook system. It is considered that divination has reached the level of lv4, but to be honest, prophetic divination is more attractive.

force.

"Maybe he really has no talent?" Ike thought.

On the 24th, Ike was captured by Professor Flitwick to help decorate the castle. This job actually helped him every year, but this was the first time he was called away early in the morning. It wasn't much. With his magic level, he just hung up.

Hanging decorations takes no effort at all.

On Christmas Day, Ike was woken up very early by Stuart and Terry, and even Michael and Anthony came over. The four of them were holding a lot of gifts and were ready to open them.

I didn't have this opportunity before, but now I have to compare.

Similar to last year, Ike's gift did not change much and was the first to lose. Stewart got a special Christmas sweater from his mother. It was a bright red one with a reindeer pattern on it, which made him immediately social.

Death. Michael and Anthony are not much better, but they are much better than Stewart's anyway.

Terry came out on top. A Nimbus 2000 that had been out of the factory for two years allowed him to really enjoy the envy of Stewart. Even if this thing has been sold for two years, the price is still not cheap.

Of course, it is incomparable to the latest Firebolt.

The common room was very lively. Penello, who stayed at school, led a group of little witches to decorate the common room well, and also contributed a lot of candies, desserts and drinks. Professor Flitwick also provided his unique small cakes.

When Ike and others came out, they were occupying the sofa, laughing and playing, very happy.

After saying hello, they blended in naturally. Stewart and Anthony naturally chatted with Qiu and other Quidditch players, and Terry also joined in with his Nimbus 2000.

But the consequences were very serious. Under the coercion of two bad friends, Stuart and Anthony, the right to use this broom was directly forced into the hands of Ravenclaw's Seeker Qiu.

Qiu was still a little embarrassed, but even Terry, who was being coerced, repeatedly asked for humility and agreed to use this broom during the competition.

After all, her Comet broom was too old.

"We will win the Quidditch championship!" Stuart shouted. A good broom will greatly improve the seeker. But he didn't be happy for long. When everyone came to the auditorium, they saw Harry holding his hand.

When he saw the brand new Firebolt, Stewart wilted.

"It's okay, the difference between Nimbus 2000 and Firebolt is smaller than Comet and Firebolt."

Patting Stuart on the shoulder, Ike walked directly to the side, sat quietly on the long Ravenclaw table, and ate breakfast in silence.

"You're avoiding me." After a while, Hermione sat over holding a cat with a big face that looked like it had been slapped with a pan.

"I didn't." Ike denied.

"Impossible!" Hermione said with an expression that said, "I've seen through you. Don't forget, we have three classes together, and you leave right after class every time."

"You can't blame me, and the same goes for you. After all... we all have to take two or three courses at the same time."

"Then last time at the Three Broomsticks, you clearly saw me!"

"Are you sure you want me to say hello to you then?" Ike handed a sandwich over and glanced at the densest part of the Gryffindor table. "There was another person who shouldn't be there at that time.

Woolen cloth."

"Besides, Professor McGonagall is next to you. Are you sure you want her to know about this?"

"You!" Hermione was speechless for a moment, not knowing what to say, so she took a big bite of the sandwich.

"I need you to help me with something."

"Can I say no?" Ike replied.

"No! I haven't forgotten the stun spell you threw on my head at the end of last semester!"

Hermione obviously brought up old scores, and Ike could only nod helplessly, and then took the big-faced cat with a confused look on his face.

"Help me take care of Crookshanks for a while. I don't know who else will help me except you." Hermione looked a little lonely, "It always likes to catch Ron's stupid mouse, I told it

Several times, without any effect, as long as it can't be seen at a glance, it will definitely chase that stupid teacher..."

"Ron and I argued many times, and I explained many times that Crookshanks would not hurt that stupid mouse at all, it was just curious..."

"No wonder..." Ike suddenly said to himself.

"Huh? What's the wonder?" Hermione asked after being interrupted.

"No wonder you gave me cat food on Christmas. You used to give me books and quills." Ike stroked the cat, and it felt surprisingly good.

Hermione was a little embarrassed by what she said, so she picked up a glass of milk and took a sip to hide her embarrassment.

"That's my cup." Ike said while petting the cat, "I drank from it just now."

"Ahem!"

Quickly putting down the cup, Hermione's ears were a little red, but they were hidden by her thick hair.

Maybe her coughing sound was a little too loud, or maybe Crookshanks' snoring was too... that, which made Jimmy, who had been hiding in Ike's collar, crawl out.

Since November, Jimmy has rarely come out. Maybe the weather is too cold, as it was last year.

"Long time no see, Jimmy!" Hermione stretched out her hand, and Jimmy climbed over naturally, looking at Crookshanks with some confusion as he collapsed into a cat pie.

"I...I'm going back, take good care of it!" After saying that, he showed a vicious expression.

Then, he took Jimmy and left.

"Oh... ah?" Ike didn't react at first. When he did, Crookshanks scratched his hand with his paw again. Then he came back to his senses and started using the eighteen cat-stroking postures again.

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"Hululu...Hululu..."

Listening to Crookshanks' comfortable purring, Ike was in a trance for a moment. He still remembered that it was like this in the past. Whenever he ate at home, the long-haired Persian cat of the same color would lie on his lap.

It makes such a purring sound.

Moreover, that cat is much prettier than Crookshanks, at least his face is not flat.

Although, its name is also Crookshanks.