Chapter 323 Failed to Drive PS: Vomited Three Liters of Blood

"Meow……"

Hermione suddenly felt something brush against her feet, and a soft meow brought her back to reality from her worries. Only then did she remember what Dumbledore told her.

She knelt down and used her wand to illuminate the little guy who rubbed her leg, but a feeling of pity instantly filled Hermione's heart.

The little guy lying weakly at her feet could only vaguely recognize that he was once a beautiful ragdoll cat, but the hair that should have been white was now filled with mud and blood, which looked very ugly. Embarrassed.

"Poor little guy, what have you been through? Did you get into a fight with other animals?" Hermione touched the little guy's head distressedly. She still had to wait for Fanlin, but even if this cat wasn't Dumbledore The task she must also go to help it.

Hermione tapped the cat's body gently with her wand and murmured a spell.

“Scourgify!”

Hermione swept the cat's body with her wand. Visible to the naked eye, the dirt and dried blood originally hanging on the cat's hair were gradually peeled off from the cat's body.

Finally, when Hermione's wand swept the cat's tail, the spell finally stopped, and the original white fur was revealed. I have to say that this cat is really pretty. Maybe she can ask Dumbledore for it. Come here and keep it with Crookshanks. I don’t know if Crookshanks will like this cat.

Hermione carefully put her hands through the cat's body. She hugged it very carefully, knowing that there were many wounds on the cat's body. Apart from the gentle meow at the beginning, the cat didn't even respond at all during the whole process. If Hermione hadn't been able to feel the cat's body temperature, she would have thought the cat was going to die.

Picking up the cat, Hermione discovered a small brown bottle pressed under the cat's body. She seemed to have seen this bottle somewhere, probably at Dumbledore's place. It seemed that this was what Dumbledore was waiting for.

Hermione bent down and held the small brown bottle in her hand. The cat in her arms curled up listlessly. Hermione felt the cat gently place his head on her arm. Inside the bend, there was a slight purring sound unique to a cat.

The voice was very soft, which made Hermione feel a lot more at ease. She gently stroked the cat's back with her hands. Her movements were very gentle. She hoped that the person in her arms at this moment was Ani transformed by Fan Lin. Maggs.

As if she touched the cat's wound, Hermione heard the cat meow softly, and then his head turned around and looked back at Hermione.

Hermione held her breath for a moment. The two colors of pupils, one blue and one red, gave Hermione such a familiar feeling.

Hermione thought of Fan Lin in an instant. She turned the cat's entire body. Her voice was trembling. She was not sure whether such a cat could understand what she said, but Hermione still Can't help but want to give it a try.

"You...you are...you are Fanlin..." Hermione stammered, her voice was small and trembling. She was afraid that this dream would be broken again, just like she had stood at the door countless times before. Like fantasy.

The cat nodded humanely and barked softly, but the sound gave the girl great comfort in Hermione's ears.

"You are really Fanlin!" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, and the tears that had been rolling in her eyes finally flowed down uncontrollably.

Fan Lin nodded gently. He wanted to wipe away the girl's tears with his hands, but the cat's body was really inconvenient.

"You're finally back!" Hermione finally cried. The girl's arms tightened slightly. She wanted to hold Fan Lin tighter, but she was afraid of hurting Fan Lin. Those small wounds were because of In eyes.

"Meow……"

Fanlin let out a soft cry, rubbed his head against Hermione's, then stuck out his tongue and licked Hermione's face gently.

Hermione could clearly feel Fan Lin's moist and warm tongue, and the barbs on it made her face itchy. She could feel the boy's mood. He was back, which made Hermione's uneasy mood disappear without a trace. There was nothing that could not be solved.

Hermione held Fan Lin tightly. She stood there for a while, until Fan Lin twisted uncomfortably twice in her arms, and Hermione came back to her senses.

Although Fanlin is now a cat, he is actually a wizard. This makes Hermione feel very inappropriate, and she seems to be a little too excited.

Hermione hurriedly threw Fan Lin out. She wiped her tears with one hand. What made her blush the most was that Fan Lin actually licked her with his tongue.

"Hurry up and change back. Principal Dumbledore is waiting for us up there. Harry is also there with Sirius, as well as the Minister of Magic, Mr. Cornelius Fudge and Professor Snape." Hermione said with a blush. Say, like a pure little white flower.

Fan Lin turned around helplessly on the ground and meowed twice. He was soft and waxy, not like a little tom cat at all.

"Hurry up!" Hermione said, turning around and walking back into the castle.

Fan Lin quickly jumped in front of Hermione, meowing, while still scratching something on the ground with his paws.

"You can't change back?" Hermione asked.

Fanlin nodded.

"How did this happen, and how did you turn into a cat?" Hermione asked, her face full of disbelief. Who used the transformation spell on Fanlin?

"Is it the Transfiguration Charm?" Hermione asked. She took out her wand. She wanted to help Fan Lin break the transformation. She could still break the simple transformation spell.

Fan Lin shook his head quickly. He exerted force so hard that his whole person...the whole cat crashed into Hermione's arms.

Hermione hurriedly caught Fan Lin with her hands, and her face couldn't help but turn red again.

"What are you doing?" Hermione asked quietly.

But it is a pity that Fanlin does not have the ability to answer now. Although Hermione can forcibly help him remove the Animagus transformation, he cannot be carried up by Hermione.

Fan Lin stretched out his hand and pointed upstairs, gesturing for Hermione to go up.

Hermione's face was flushed. She wanted to put Fan Lin down, but in her heart she didn't want to let go.

"Okay, Dumbledore asked me to hold up a cat!" Hermione took a deep breath, and she seemed to have found a legitimate reason for herself to hold Fanlin.

Hermione couldn't help but tighten her arms, but it didn't seem appropriate to wrap Fanlin on my chest.

Fan Lin turned around in time, and like a real cat, he gently rubbed Hermione's arm with his head, as if to tell the girl that he would not move. A soft voice sounded in the girl's ears. It sounded nice, but Hermione obviously wouldn't take it into consideration.

Hermione hugged Fanlin and walked up. She passed by the mural that had been discussed about her before. The damn mural was still talking about the Sirius incident and the Gryffindor conspiracy theory that she had made up. , saying that maybe Dumbledore simply wanted to keep these students and then said that they were controlled by Sirius using magic.

She even spoke bluntly to Hermione when she passed by, with a typical Slytherin tone, impure blood, Muggle and so on.

"Shut your stinky mouth, you dead guy..." Hermione pulled out her wand with a flick of her eye.

"Quietus!"

Hermione's spell was like setting up a magical barrier near the damn mural, and the sound from the mural stopped coming out in an instant.

The woman on the mural looked a little stunned. She had made contributions to Slytherin, so she was hung here, and she never said that any little wizard would dare to point a wand at her.

She paused slightly, and then her bloated face became distorted. She yelled angrily, but her voice could not be heard at all.

"Incendio!"

A large ball of flame suddenly appeared on Hermione's wand. To deal with this kind of mural, burning it might be a good choice.

The witch on the mural immediately closed her mouth. Her face was still so distorted, but she didn't even dare to open her mouth at this moment. The ghosts who relied on the mural were very afraid of flames, and they couldn't live without the paper.

Just like the Fat Lady, her wallpaper was torn to pieces by Sirius, so she fled to other paintings.

But Hermione's previous spell separated part of the magic, and she couldn't leave here at all.

"Being a dead person means having the awareness of being a dead person..." Hermione said. She turned around with satisfaction. She looked up and saw Peeves standing in mid-air looking at her.

It seemed that Peeves was about to start his journey of seeking death again, but before Peeves could say anything, Hermione pointed her wand at him.

"Peeves, I think you should know how to do it." Hermione threatened, "You know, not only Fanlin can know the fear curse!"

Peeves felt as if someone had grabbed his throat with his hands. He originally wanted to compose a good song for Hermione that could be sung at Hogwarts, but considering the taste of the curse...

Good ghosts don't take advantage of the situation. Peeves threw himself at the wall in an instant. He didn't want to be hit by that damn fear spell. He was in a bad state.

"Very good!" Hermione said with satisfaction. She put away her wand. It seemed that she had cured two disobedient brats, which made Hermione feel much better.

Fan Lin looked at Hermione with a horrified look on his face. He was not sure if he had met a fake Hermione. He might have spent a fake day. Although the original Hermione was strong, she was mostly still very gentle. , it seems that I should be more careful.

Fan Lin twisted his body uneasily, but Hermione held him firmly in her arms.

The embrace is warm and comfortable, yes, but... (To be continued)