The Druid Master of Hogwarts

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It's not that Fish was stingy and didn't want to give it, but that Professor McGonagall suddenly asked him to send a gift, which confused Fish.

In the kitten's concept, Christmas should be the day when other people pay tribute to him. Why do you suddenly have to give gifts to others?

"It's a courtesy between friends. No one will say anything if you don't give it, but Fish's friends will be very happy when they received your gift at Christmas."

Professor McGonagall explained patiently while playing with Fish's cat ears and tail.

"You don't have to send elders like me and Dumbledore, you just need to consider those friends who are about your age."

"Friends of about the same age...Scarheads are they like meows?"

Fish reached out his hand to cover his cat's ears, preventing Professor McGonagall from pinching it, and tilted his head to think for a moment.

"Fish will have to prepare a lot of gifts in that case..." He frowned in annoyance. ?ω?

Regrettably retracting his hand on Fish's head, Professor McGonagall could only grab his tail and coil it back and forth, and said at the same time, "It's okay, you list the list, and I'll help you prepare gifts together."

"Hmm..." Fixu turned his fingers and started counting, "Scarhead, Little Fatty, Red Hair No. 2, 3 and 4, Heiwa, Explosion..."

The first thing that Fisch remembered was of course his five roommates and the twins who had been in confinement together.

"Wait, did you miss someone?"

"Meow?"

"The Weasleys and Percy, you've given away the other three, and only one of them will be missed, which will make him very sad."

Professor McGonagall still admired Percy, otherwise he would not have recommended him as a prefect.

"But No. 1 is much older than me, isn't it Minerva, you said that as long as you give it to someone of the same age, it will be fine, meow?"

Fei Xu tilted his head and looked puzzled.

"Well... I said about the same age, including students of all grades."

Professor McGonagall was helpless,

Can only be corrected further.

"Oh...then there's Red One, Curly Hair, Brain Gate, Big Silly, Chunky..."

"Three-eyed sisters, rat teeth, round face, ponytail number 1234, braid number 123, biscuits, cream, goblet..."

As Fisch counted down one by one, Professor McGonagall tried to match Fisch's nickname with the real master, but gradually, she seemed to feel that the more she heard it, the more wrong it was...

Isn't there a little too many girls mentioned by Fish?

However, thinking of his inexplicable affinity and cute appearance of his own cat cub, and the fact that he is usually occupied by girls, this situation is understandable.

Understanding is understanding, Professor McGonagall couldn't help but sigh, "Fix, when you grow up, you can't play with girls' feelings at will."

"Meow? Minerva what are you talking about meow?"?ω?

"It's nothing," Professor McGonagall shook his head with a smile. Fish didn't understand this at all, and she thought too much about talking to him. She quickly interrupted: "You should continue to count people, and you will send them off at once. With so many gifts, we have to spend a lot of time preparing."

"Oh..." Fixu shook his ears, but didn't take what had just happened to his heart, and continued to lower his head and raised his fingers, "Fish head, Squint, Comey, Norris, Lu Wei, Banban, Fox, Yaya, Brandvarden, Wuwu, Celestia, Austin, Buckbeak, Mok..."

Hearing that Fishh suddenly stopped calling his nickname and called his name, Professor McGonagall couldn't turn the corner for a while, still thinking about who the students with these names were, and it took a long time to react, Fish said It's his animal friends.

"You don't have to send your animal friends..."

Professor McGonagall laughed and stopped Fish, who was still reporting his name.

"Meow?"

"Because they don't have Christmas, which is a habit of humans, so you don't have to give them gifts."

Knowing that Fish was still treating himself as a cat, in order to take care of his mood, Professor McGonagall deliberated the words, explained to Fish, and then added: "Of course, if you really want to You can give it, I will help you prepare a gift together."

"The centaurs aren't just for Christmas, meow?"

Fish is not as sensitive as Professor McGonagall thinks, and he usually exchanges things with those animal friends, so it's okay to not prepare gifts for Christmas, just think that the appearance of centaurs is closer to humans, and there are more specialties. asked a question.

"Yes, the centaurs have their own festivals, but if there are centaurs living in human society, they will not exclude spending Christmas together. The festivals are meant to let everyone get together and have fun."

"Like us meow?"

"Yes, just like us."

Professor McGonagall nodded helplessly, knowing what he meant—like their two cats were living among humans.

It seems that it will take some time to reverse Fish's perception of himself...

Although helpless, Professor McGonagall is still very confident. Fish has grown a lot since he came to Hogwarts. I believe that after a while, he will be able to really integrate into it.

"What about Comey and the others?"

Philip didn't know what Professor McGonagall was bothering about, and he brought up the house-elves again.

He didn't seem to expect that Fish would give gifts to the house-elves. Professor McGonagall was stunned for a while, and then replied after a while: "As long as it's not clothes, I think the elves will be very happy, and they are basically all Together, we could just give them a big bag of chocolates, or whatever."

"Okay meow! Then get rid of Lu Wei and the others, we need to prepare..." Fisch silently counted the human friends he just counted, and then added the share for the collective elves, raising his hands high and comparing them with the other. 2. With one hand, he shouted loudly: "There are two hundred and fourteen gifts in total!"?(●ΦωΦ●)?

"Really... Fish has so many friends."

Professor McGonagall twitched the corners of his mouth, twirling Fish's tail, giving him a slight headache. This is almost two-thirds of the school's students, and it is also a happy worry to have such a fascinated brat.

Professor McGonagall didn't care about money. He only prepared more than 200 Christmas gifts. As long as he didn't send any valuables, it didn't cost much. The problem was that he had to pack them one by one and write greeting cards.

Thanks to her excluding those animal friends, even so, 214 gifts would have to be prepared for a long time.

Also, the owls at the school are estimated to be exhausted half to death over Christmas...even with the help of house-elves, it's still a huge workload.

Maybe I will go to Hogsmeade and borrow the owl over there.

After figuring out how to deliver the gifts, Professor McGonagall asked, "What gifts is Fish planning to give to friends?"

"Eat meow?"

Fish shook his ears, and the first thing that came to his mind was food.

Professor McGonagall nodded silently. It was Fishy's style, and it was relatively simple. She just had to buy a large batch of snacks from Duke Bee.

As for letting Fish choose gifts according to everyone's preferences...

Even Professor McGonagall has times when he wants to be lazy, so Fish should worry about it later.

"I see, I will prepare a gift for you."

Professor McGonagall, who did not intend to cause more trouble for herself, continued to Fish: "But you need to write the greeting card yourself."

"Meow! Why do you want to write?!" ∑(●ΦДΦ●)

If you were to ask Fisher about the thing he was most resistant to right now, aside from Minerva's nagging, it was definitely writing.

And Professor McGonagall knew Fish didn't like to write, but she just wanted a chance to get him used to it.

So Professor McGonagall explained patiently: "This is also a part of the festival. The greeting card represents your holiday wishes to your friends. Don't you also have a greeting card from someone else in the Christmas gifts you received before?"

Fischer recalled that there were indeed some small cards in the past Christmas gifts, but he had always been more resistant to words, so he didn't read them carefully at all.

"Can't Minerva write meow for me?"

Fisher gently pulled on Professor McGonagall's clothes, with a pair of cat ears drooping against his head, looking pitiful.

"I'm sorry, no!"

Professor McGonagall refused Fish's request with great perseverance.

"Fish doesn't like Christmas anymore, meow!"?(●ΦДΦ●)?

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