While Wood and the others were discussing the search for a player in Professor McGonagall's office in the Gryffindor common room, Fish was slowly recovering from his loss under the comforting voices of a group of young witches.
Cats have always had an irascible temperament, even if there is no one to comfort him, this little depression will not cause Fish much trouble, he will recover naturally after being depressed for a while.
Once the Gryffindor students cheered him up, they gave him a few more treats and stopped harassing him, after all, they all have a lot of homework to do and after a week together, they were no longer as frantic as they were at the beginning.
Hermione, the school bookworm, had already finished her homework, but she gritted her teeth, forced herself to stop coddling Fish and went to the library.
Besides her, several Gryffindors with good grades had also gone to the library with her.
"Hermione, how many points did you get today?"
Several of the senior Gryffindors were walking beside Hermione, whispering to her.
"Let's see...," Hermione looked at a small book in her book filled backpack, "We got a good haul today, twelve points, how about you guys?"
"Zero," grimaced a fourth year student, "We had a Potions class this afternoon, and all the points earned in the morning were deducted by that old bat, Snape.
Students from other years also revealed the points they scored today.
Hermione calculated the total score, with a quill pointed at the book, she said, "In this case, Professor McGonagall should be deducted from Fish twenty points, the total calculation down, today's marks still have a surplus... as long as Fish is not caught when he goes out for the night, and is not caught by Professor McGonagall or Professor Snape.... Speaking of which, Fish doesn't seem to have had any points taken off in the last few nights, so he may have found a way to avoid the teachers."
Since Fish never did his homework and often broke school rules, Hermione and the others formed a study group to prevent anyone from accusing Fish of this in the future, with the goal of earning enough points to make up the points deducted by Fish during the week.
Although their fears seemed superfluous in the last few days, Hermione and the others did not disband the group out of caution and because they did not want Gryffindor to come in last place.
Besides, they gained a lot of knowledge in this study group.
"Why can't Professor McGonagall be more biased like old bat Snape?"
The Gryffindors sighed in unison, admiring the integrity of their Head of House, but still a bit envious of the Slytherins.
The group of students entered the library laughing and joking, and quickly lowered their voices and gathered to begin their study plans for the day.
Most of the Gryffindors were much more relaxed than this group of students, chatting in the common room and referring to each other's work, trying to get their assignments to the desired length in the largest font the professors allowed.
The quietest of all, of course, was Fish, who not only didn't do his homework, but liked to cause trouble, the determined students didn't bother to pay attention to him, the strong-willed ones went to their rooms, and the weak-willed ones simply stayed with Fish to waste time.
However, after a while, they were still under the pressure of homework and returned to their dormitories one after another.
After all, if the teacher would take points off them for not doing their homework, they would not get the same treatment as Fish.
So in the end only Harry, Ron and a few other unfortunates who lived in the same dormitory as Fish were left in the common room.
"Er... Fish, we'll play with you when we've finished our homework, okay?" said Harry helplessly to Fish, who had just come in and picked up his quill, as he looked at the History of Magic paper that suddenly had a long cut on it.
"I can tear it up for you, so you'll have an excuse not to turn it in, meow!"(●ΦωΦ●)? Fish, who had given in to temptation, pressed his left hand against Harry's History of Magic homework, his nails growing sharper and sharper.
"No!", Harry grabbed Fish's palm, pale with fear.
It was an excuse Ron had used last week for his Herbology homework, when he had thought he could get the professor to back off by blaming Fish, only to have Professor Sprout give him double the homework.
The only thing he was thankful for was that Professor Sprout had the good nature and didn't subtract points from Gryffindor.
"Hey, Scarhead, you're no fun," Fish withdrew his paws and resumed taunting Neville, "You little fat man, get out your crystal ball and let me play with it!"
"Yes," At Fish's request, Neville, of course, didn't refuse, and reached into his coat pocket....
"Oh no, I've lost my memory ball again," Neville cried, something Harry and the others were used to seeing.
"I lose things all the time too, it's no big deal," Only Fish patted him on the shoulder and smiled broadly.
Unable to get a crystal ball from Neville, Fish immediately switched targets and walked over to Ron, squatting down at the other end of the table and resting his head on the table with his hands on the edge and his eyes fixed on Ron, who was pretending to be trying to do his homework.
?(●?ω?●)?
At first, Ron could pretend not to care, but after being stared at by Fish for so long, he didn't even know what he was going to write next.
"No!" Ron put down the quill and reached over to cover his coat pocket, where Scabbers was shivering. "I told you Scabbers couldn't stand you!"
"I won't eat him, just let him out again and let me play with him," Last time, Scabbers gave up too fast for Fish to have any fun, he reached out his left hand and made a fake grabbing motion next to his head, "I'll pay attention and not kill him, meow~."
Scabbers in his pocket trembled even more.
"...No!" Ron thought for a moment, but refused Fish's request, "Scabbers is too old to do too strenuous an exercise!".
"Meow?" Fish blinked in confusion, "But he's so energetic, isn't he?"
When Fish had first caught Scabbers, the rat had been a fast runner and stronger than the average rat, it didn't look like a senile old rat.
As a druid, Fish could sense the basic state of most creatures, and in his perception, Scabbers was not as weak as usual, but had plenty of life in it.
But Fish's words were so vague that Ron couldn't grasp his meaning, and he shook his head, "Scabbers just eats and sleeps, where's the vitality in that? Fish, leave him alone."
"No. 2 and No. 3 are right, No. 4, you really are an idiot," Fish, who was rebuffed again, puffed out his cheeks and said angrily, obviously, that mouse's breath of life is stronger than the Redhead's.
"How can you people say that about me! I'm his brother," Ron blushed, slammed the table angrily and got up from the stool.
It was impossible to be mad at Fish, so Ron vented his anger at his brothers without compunction, "I'm going to write to Mum and tell her about all the nice things George and Fred did at school!"
The twins had just entered the common room after returning from Professor McGonagall's office, when they heard their good brother's roar.
George and Fred: "???"