Chapter 459: Shouldn't there be trophies for winning a game? (Edited)!

As stated earlier, Fish was in no hurry to sign up tonight, he was just passing through, so he didn't even carry a note with his name on it.

"Forget it, I'll be back tomorrow."

(=ΦΦΦ=)

Fish said casually, and turned to leave with Hermione in tow.

"Ahem..."

Now Dumbledore couldn't stand still, he showed his figure directly.

"Fish, you'd better check in now, tomorrow I'll have to put defenses on the age line."

God knows what else the kitten would do tomorrow if he wasn't stopped.

"Professor Dumbledore!"

Harry and the others were startled.

The cat, used to being followed by the mean old man, yelled back, "Albus, you're following Fish again! You're violating my right to privacy nya!"

?(=ΦДΦ=)?

"I was worried you'd break the Goblet of Fire."

Dumbledore rubbed his crooked nose in embarrassment and explained somewhat guiltily, "Actually, it had been a long time since I had followed you, and tonight was a special occasion."

Fish looked down at the floor he'd torn up....

"Well, Fish will believe you this time nya."

(=`′=)

Fish folded his arms and nodded in a serious manner....

But soon he shouted again.

"What about the age line?" Fish pointed at the bearded twin next to him and asked, "George and Fred have tried it many ways to no avail, and you're banning the way Fish uses, are you making things difficult for us on purpose nya?!"

?(=`′=)?

"Actually, there is a method that will work," Dumbledore explained with a smile. "It's just that the two Weasley's aren't skilled enough with the spell, if it were you, there would be no problem."

"Really nya?"

(=?ˇ?ˇ?=)

The cat looked at the mean old man in disbelief.

"You've already made it, so I don't need to lie to you, do I?"

Dumbledore shrugged matter-of-factly, convincing Fish.

So Fish pulled out of his magical bag a piece of paper he had used to write his Christmas card, then asked Hermione to lend him a quill, wrote his name on it proudly, and tossed it into the Goblet of Fire.

"That's right, Albus."

When he was finished, Fish turned to Dumbledore and asked, "When the Triwizard Tournament is won, will this goblet go to Fish as well?"

(=??? =)?

The cat asked, pointing to the wooden cup with blue and white flames.

"Of course not, after the tournament, the Goblet of Fire must be returned to the Ministry of Magic for safekeeping." Dumbledore shook his head and laughed.

"What a scam nya! The Quidditch World Cup gives you the cup if you win!" Fish protested dissatisfied, "There are plenty of cups in the showroom too, all won in competitions, why not this one?!"

? (? `Д′?) ?

"Because the Goblet of Fire has to choose the Champions for the next Triwizard Tournament, and there is a trophy to be won, but not this one." explained Dumbledore patiently.

"Can that cup catch fire too?"

Fish didn't care which goblet it was, the important thing was the fire.

"Well... that won't work..." Dumbledore shook his head before returning to the subject, "But for Christmas, I can get you a cup like that."

Dumbledore resolutely promised to keep the puss from causing any more trouble later.

"You promise nya?"

"As promised."

"Then Fish is fine," the cat smiled, took Hermione's hand and heading back, "Let's go back to bed! Goodnight everyone!"

? (?) ?

"Good night, Professor."

Hermione smiled and nodded to Dumbledore and Moody, being dragged out of the hall by Fish.

Dumbledore turned back to Harry and the others and said quietly, "Hurry up and go back to the dormitory as well, it's too late now, so don't disturb Madam Pomfrey."

"Yes, Professor."

The twins, seeing that Dumbledore wasn't going to hold them responsible, smiled immediately and clutched their beards to their chests, pulling Harry and Ron, who were still dazed, into a quick getaway.

Dumbledore shook his head, wiggled his fingers, restored the floor that had been smashed up by Fish and then added protection to the age line before saying to Moody, who had stepped aside, "Let's go too, Alastor, it's still a bit hard for an old man like me to stay up late at an advanced age."

The fake Moody nodded and hobbled off to his office with his crutch and his false leg.

...

"Harry, Ron, what happened to you?"

The next morning, Fish woke early to the sound of Dean shouting.

"Nya?"

(?Φ???)

The cat rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed to see Ron flashing his white beard at Seamus and the others with a smug look on his face.

"Harry and I went to throw a note in the Goblet of Fire last night..."

Ron said excitedly about his experience last night.

"According to Dumbledore, even if we had the knowledge of the upper classes, we wouldn't have enough magic to break his age line, and it was only thanks to Fish that we managed to enroll last night." he said indignantly.

Seamus and the others listened eagerly at first, but gradually their expressions faded.

"Ron..."

Harry tugged his friend, who was still talking, and winked at him.

"Ah...," Ron said, realizing that something was wrong and explaining himself, "Harry's invisibility cloak doesn't hold that many people, and.... we... we didn't think Fish was going to break the age line either..."

"Shut up already!"

Ron's explanation might as well have been a non-explanation, and Harry silently punched Ron in the back.

The good thing was that Seamus and the others were a little uncomfortable at first, but they soon got over it and didn't blame Harry and Ron for it.

"Actually, even if we'd signed up, we wouldn't have been picked, would we?"

Neville rubbed his head, telling the truth, but he was also making excuses for Harry and Ron.

"What are they talking about nya?"

?(?ΦΦ?)?

Fish, who had finished licking his fur, came over and asked, "You want to sign up too? Fish can go and help fly again... but most likely it won't work, Albus said last night he was going to fix the bug, Fish still shouldn't be able to break it now nya..."

"No need, no need!" Seamus waved his hand in panic, "I appreciate the kindness, but as Neville said, we're not likely to get picked even if we do sign up."

"Yeah, well, since Fish has signed up, I'm definitely the Hogwarts Champion nya!".

(●`?′●)

Fish said proudly, holding his head high.

"Ahem... Ron and I are going to the infirmary to get this beard off."

Seeing that the atmosphere had finally calmed down, Harry hurried to drag Ron away.

Fish was puzzled

"Why do you want to get rid of your beard? It's so beautiful to have a beard."

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Neville and the others looked at each other, these words...

They didn't know how to take it.

But the cat didn't linger long, he rubbed his stomach and said, "Aren't you going to have breakfast? Fish's stomach is growling already."

They laughed and joked as they left the dormitory, finding everyone else awake early. Everyone was curious as to who would be signing up today, and if those who weren't old enough would actually make it over the age line set by Dumbledore.

After meeting Hermione and the girls in the common room, the group made their way downstairs to the foyer.

There were already quite a few people in the foyer, those old enough to sign up, those not old enough to try to grow beards, and a bunch of people watching the show and a few students who had grabbed a loaf of quick bread to eat while they watched.

But that didn't matter to the cat, who had already lost interest in the whole thing after signing up, and the most important thing for Fish now was to fill his stomach.

Fish took Hermione's hand and waved to the people around him as he hurried through the foyer and into the Great Hall.