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Text 033. The little cat is unhappy

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    Professor McGonagall took Fish back to his office and began to lecture. No matter how pitiful Fish was, she showed no signs of stopping.

    This time, Professor McGonagall was really frightened by Fish, what if he fell down?  !

    Although I know that Fish will be fine even if he falls from a very high place, but can the height of the broomstick be the same?  !  Not to mention flying so fast!

    Surprised and frightened, Professor McGonagall kept talking to Fish all afternoon, even forcing him to eat dinner in his office, and continued to criticize him while eating.

    At the beginning, Fish wanted to go over and rub against Minerva, acting coquettishly to let her let him go, but this time his coquettishness completely failed, Minerva's anger not only did not subside, but rose even higher  .

    Now Fish also knew that Minerva was really angry, so he quickly lowered his head obediently, and let her reprimand him without saying a word.

    (._.)

    Finally, after Professor McGonagall's lecture was over, he shuffled back to the Gryffindor common room in a sleepy manner.

    As soon as he entered the dormitory, a group of young wizards immediately surrounded him.

    "Fisch! You are amazing!"

    They had already learned from Ms. Huo Qi that in the afternoon, Fish had subdued the berserk broomstick, and he had been controlling the broomstick to fly behind him.

    In the later flying lessons, although Harry Potter also showed a good flying talent, compared with Fisher's previous performance, it was nothing.

    "That's right, even Ms. Huo Qi can't catch up with you! You must know that she once joined the national team!"

    Oliver Wood, the captain of the Gryffindor Quidditch team, was very excited. After he heard about Fish's performance, he had been waiting for him to come back in the common room, because he seemed to have seen Gryffindor win  Academy Cup hopes.

    "As long as you learn the rules of Quidditch this year, you can join our team next year, and next year, no, maybe next year we can win the Academy Cup!"

    The excited Wood walked back and forth in front of Fish, chattering about his imagination.

    When did I say I would join?

    Fish looked at Wood who was talking to himself inexplicably, walked to an armchair and sat down, then rested his chin on the back of the chair with an unhappy expression on his face.

    (???)

    The girls who were originally dissatisfied with the behavior of the boys surrounding Fish, immediately exploded when they saw Fish's pitiful look. They rushed up and pushed away Wood who was still chattering, and the girls  His vision, along with the excited Weasley twins and others, re-occupied Fisher's surroundings.

    "Fisch, I have your favorite Zizi honey candy here."

    "I have snacks from the Muggle world here, which I specially asked my uncle to get from Muggles."

    "Do you like this ball of yarn?"

    The girls took out snacks and toys one after another, trying to make Fish happy.

    Fish glanced at the things in their hands and was a little moved, but when he thought of Minerva being so angry today, his mood immediately fell down again.

    It is true that he is naughty and self-willed, but he is not really heartless. Minerva's attitude today is obviously different from when she was angry in the past, and Fisher is somewhat uneasy.

    Ordinary cats are still in a bad mood and don't want to move. He is not always tempted by food.

    As a result, Fisher's reaction made all the little witches more anxious, and even the boys felt tense, worried that something happened to Fisher.

    "Shouldn't Fish be sent to Madam Pomfrey? Maybe he was accidentally injured on the previous flight."

    "Little Fish, if you feel uncomfortable, tell your sister."

    Some little witches even burst into tears.

    "Minerva is angry, and very angry meow"

    Fish continued to put his head on the back of the chair, pursed his mouth and said worriedly.

    Hearing this, the little witches breathed a sigh of relief, then continued to take out snacks and toys, and whispered softly to coax Fish to be happy.

    "Professor McGonagall is only worried that you will be hurt, so he is so angry."

    "Yes, yes, my mother would be very angry if I did something dangerous when I was young."

    "After a while, Professor McGonagall will be fine."

    In the consolation of the little witches??, Fisher's mood just recovered a little bit.

    "After Minerva's anger subsides, will she let me play with the broom again, meow?"

    After regaining his mood, Fisher immediately remembered another thing. Minerva just said that without her permission, he was not allowed to touch that kind of flying broom in the future.

    Now Oliver Wood quit. He finally found a seedling of Quidditch. How could Professor McGonagall come to hinder him?

    Still not the head of Gryffindor?  !

    "I'm going to find Professor McGonagall!"

    As soon as Wood slapped the table, he turned around and walked out of the dormitory. Fred and George, who were not too serious, were naturally unwilling to lag behind and followed.

    Angelina, Spinnet, and Katie looked at their figures, then at Fish surrounded by a group of girls, hesitated, and joined Wood's team.

    This is equivalent to the entire Gryffindor Quidditch team members being dispatched.

    Except for Seekers.

    Because Gryffindor Seeker Charlie Weasley just graduated last year, they haven't had time to find a new one.

    When Wood led his team members to find Professor McGonagall and explained his purpose, Professor McGonagall could not help but sigh.

    As a Quidditch fanatic, how could Professor McGonagall fail to see Fish's talent in flying.

    Even she was quite sure that, in addition to his talent in flying, Fisher's talent in finding and hitting the ball was definitely not bad. After all, one of his hobbies was to play with the ball.

    However, the premise of all this is that he will obey the Quidditch rules obediently.

    Just with Fish's temperament that doesn't even pay attention to school rules, you still want him to abide by the rules of Quidditch?

    I'm afraid that when the time comes, Fish will either leave the game directly on a broomstick, or let Gryffindor make various penalties. It is basically impossible to rely on him to win.

    Therefore, Professor McGonagall didn't plan to let Fish touch the broomstick until he educated Fish well, so she even went to say hello to Ms. Hooch.

    After Professor McGonagall made his concerns clear to Wood and the others, no matter how reluctant Wood was, he couldn't force anything. After all, what Professor McGonagall said was well-founded, and it would be unreasonable for him to continue entanglement.

    Seeing Wood lower his head in a slump, Professor McGonagall thought for a while, and then added: "Besides, Fido is probably not interested in joining the Quidditch team, so we should select a new Seeker for the team as soon as possible."  It's business."

    "How is it possible?!" Wood, whose mind was full of Quidditch, retorted immediately: "How could anyone be able to resist the charm of Quidditch!"

    However, Professor McGonagall just looked at him helplessly.

    George behind Wood tugged at his robe, and said, "Many of those Muggle-born students are not interested in Quidditch, and don't forget, Fish still thinks of himself as a cat, he doesn't like it."  Quidditch is so normal."

    After being reminded by George, Wood remembered the particularity of Fish, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh, extinguishing the last hope in his heart

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