The Druid Master of Hogwarts

"Fish!"

When the three appeared in the living room, Hermione, who had been waiting here for a long time, rushed up and hugged the cat.

"Are you all right?" She looked at Fei Xu carefully and found that he didn't seem to have any injuries on his body, and his state was no different from usual, and she was relieved immediately.

"Did you go well this time?" Hermione asked again: "What's wrong with Professor Dumbledore?" She seemed to realize that Fisher was carrying a Dumbledore on his back.

"I got the Horcrux, we'll talk about the details later, we have to hurry up and send Albus to Severus, meow!"

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Fish put down Dumbledore on his back, then jumped to the fireplace and threw a handful of floo powder into it.

A green flame ignited in the fireplace immediately, and on the other side, Hermione and Harry also worked together to help Dumbledore over, and the cat carried Dumbledore on his back again and got into the fireplace.

"The Defence Against the Dark Arts office at Hogwarts!" Fish shouted.

Then, he and Dumbledore were engulfed in green flames.

Emerging from the fireplace in Snape's office, Fish was just about to speak, when he found that Professor Snape had been waiting here for a long time.

"Put Dumbledore here," Snape said to Fish, standing beside a makeshift bed.

Fish hurriedly followed suit, Snape didn't have time to talk nonsense with the cat, he simply nodded, and began to check Dumbledore's situation.

"The antidote you prepared for me is not bad. I don't think I will die for the time being." Dumbledore, who was lying on the hospital bed, said with a relaxed smile.

Snape gave him a cold look, and continued to concentrate on his work, not even glancing at him after Hermione and Harry emerged from the fireplace.

Under the nervous gaze of the three, Snape finished his examination and said blankly: "Well, you are lucky, that potion is not for the purpose of poisoning people, plus Fish's treatment Spells can't die for a while, so I'll give you another potion, and it should be no problem to restore your basic mobility."

After he finished speaking, he walked over to the cabinet on the side and began to pick and choose the ingredients needed to prepare the potion.

Dumbledore turned his head and winked at Fish and the others, "Look, I'll just say it."

Fish was relieved. Although in his perception, Dumbledore's breath of life seemed to be extinguished at any time, he still believed in Snape's judgment. And the cat only needs Dumbledore not to die temporarily, because his transformation energy will soon be full, and Dumbledore should be completely cured by then.

Even if there was no hunch that Fuling gave him, Cat Mao was so convinced.

Fish, who was finally relieved, shook his body slightly, but soon became tense again, and he suddenly understood a little bit why Dumbledore kept his health from most people.

In addition, Fish remembered another thing, and knew that it was not the time to relax.

"Right! Fish has to summon Canaloa back, meow!"

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The cat shuddered violently,

Then he slapped his legs and ran outside.

He dashed all the way to the Black Lake, and forcefully launched the Ally Summoning Technique, pulling Canaloa from the Black Lake in the cave to the Black Lake in Hogwarts.

"First Clan"

After finishing all this, Fish didn't even have time to say hello to Canaloa, and hurried back to Snape's office.

Snape was still concocting the potion in front of the cauldron, and the room was filled with an odd but comforting smell. Hermione and Harry sat on the side obediently, daring not to disturb Snape in the slightest, for fear of affecting Snape, while Dumbledore lay quietly on the simple bed with his eyes closed, his chest heaving slightly, watching. Looks like he's asleep.

Fishing glanced at Hermione, his body shrunk suddenly, changed back to the appearance of a tabby cat, and then he jumped on the bed, came to lie down next to Dumbledore's head, and relaxed his tense body without a trace. down.

The cat slumped softly on the pillow and purred softly in its throat-when a cat was injured, sick or felt uncomfortable, it would instinctively use the purr to relieve pain for itself or its companions.

However, after purring for a while, Fisch still couldn't resist the surging exhaustion. In the end, his purring became lower and lower, and his consciousness gradually began to drift. past.

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After a while, Snape finally finished the preparation of the potion. Thanks to Dumbledore's advance notice, he was able to prepare the ingredients early, otherwise the preparation time would have taken longer.

Snape scooped the brewed black liquid into a cup, then took it to the side of the hospital bed, without making a sound to wake Dumbledore, put the cup directly to his mouth and squeezed it with one hand. Holding his cheek, he roughly poured the potion into it with one hand.

"Cough cough... You should be gentle with this old man like me, Severus." Dumbledore was choked and coughed. He opened his eyes and looked at Snape and complained helplessly.

"Humph!" Snape sneered and said with disgust: "If you can move, take Potter away as soon as possible. You should still have a lot of things to do, right?"

"Ah, you're right."

Dumbledore sat up from the bed, although his face was still very pale, but his blue eyes were not as dark as before, and he could barely see a trace of expression.

He looked at the cat lying beside him, and said softly, "Fishu, can you give me the Horcrux you got?"

The cat lay on the pillow and didn't move.

Dumbledore suppressed the smile on his face, and carefully hugged Fisch, Hermione, Harry, and Snape all came over nervously.

"What's wrong with Fish, Professor?" Hermione asked in a trembling voice, wringing her hands.

"It's okay... He's just tired and sleeping." After a while, Dumbledore's expression gradually eased, and he replied in a relaxed tone, "It's the same as the first time he showed tranquility and change. The situation after Cheng Baihu chased away the Dementors is similar, just wait for him to wake up."

The other three were relieved.

"It seems that the matter of the Horcrux can only be put aside temporarily," Dumbledore looked at the furry little guy in his hand, and smiled helplessly: "Fish looks like this, I can't take out the Horcrux... …”

"And..." The smile on Dumbledore's face became even more bitter. He gently put the cat back on the pillow and said to Hermione, "I wanted to hide it from Minerva, but now I only want to hide it from Minerva. Can I trouble you to inform her... I guess I'll be scolded again."

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