Chapter 86: Quidditch Match (Edited)

The Halloween dinner was forced to end after only one start, which made Fish very unhappy. Although he went to the kitchen to find Comey and the others to prepare a meal later, the feeling was always different.

Luckily, the snacks offered by the teachers calmed Fish's dejected mood.

In particular, Professor Greasehead's special treats were so good that he ate them all that night.

"When's the next party, fatty?"

Fish, who didn't feel like going out into the cold, rolled over in his bunk, wrapped his quilt around himself in a roll and turned his head toward Neville in the bed next to him.

"That'll have to wait until Christmas."

Neville, who had also wrapped himself in the blanket, replied, "But there's a vacation at Christmas, so most of the students will be going home, so the Christmas party will probably be a little smaller."

"Meow! Christmas." (●?w?●)

But at that time Fish didn't care about the numbers, because he was under the impression that he would receive a lot of presents on Christmas.

With parties and presents, Fish was already looking forward to Christmas, so he asked, "When is Christmas? can't we start earlier, meow?"

"Of course not," Neville replied, dumbfounded, "Christmas is almost two months away."

"Meow... So long... it's no fun, meow!"

Disappointed, Fish tucked his head under the quilt, returned to his cat form and went to sleep.

As long as he was asleep, time would pass extraordinarily quickly, so Christmas would come a little early, wouldn't it?

With this expectation, Fish fell asleep.

...

As Halloween passed, the temperature in England continued to drop.

The hills surrounding Hogwarts and the trees in the Forbidden Forest were covered in frost, and the Black Lake was completely frozen over, with a few wizards occasionally skating on it, but for the most part, there were few people outside the castle.

The weather was so cold, and there was no snow, only frost, so there was nothing to do outside.

Fish also cut back on his time outside. He even adjusted the time to visit the Forbidden Forest with Hagrid on weekends. Originally, he would enter the Forbidden Forest early in the morning and only leave when the sun went down. Now it's almost half a day, I would only enter and leave at three or four in the afternoon.

Although when he wandered in the past, Fish also wandered in winter, but that was because the temperature of his residence was not much different from outside, and he could occasionally bask in the sun when he went outside.

Since he was adopted by Minerva, he has a warm fireplace to pass the winter, and Fish isn't so stupid, why does he run outside when it's cold? Aren't the cushions fragrant and the fireplace warm?

The other young wizards obviously thought the same as Fish, and when they weren't in class, they all stayed in the Common Room, lounging around.

The only exceptions were the members of the Quidditch team, as the Quidditch House Cup Championship season was starting in November, and the first match was Gryffindor versus Slytherin, so Wood had been training with Harry and the others whenever he could.

Almost every night for a while now, Fish had seen Scarhead and the others come back to the dormitory with red noses and chattering teeth, and then fall into bed without a word, as if they were dead.

'Good thing I was smart enough not to be tricked by that loudmouth Wood into making the Quidditch team.'

Seeing Scarhead and Redhead No 4 in such a sorry state, Fish, who had transformed into a cat and was lying by the fireplace, thought smugly as he held the Snitch in his arms.

He had no interest in flying brooms now, let alone Quidditch, which Fish found very troublesome.

But the rest of Gryffindor was different, and as the time for the Quidditch tournament approached, there was a lot of excitement, even among young wizards from Muggle families, who were in it for the glory of the House.

And because of the mass game competition they played every day, everyone from Gryffindor had bonded, and out of friendship supported those participating in the tournament.

Fish was no exception, and though he had little interest in Quidditch, he showed up at the pitch with his teammates on the day of the match to cheer on Scarhead and the others.

"Aren't you going to play, red-headed number four?" ?w?

Fish looked curiously at Ron next to him, he remembered that red-headed number four had always been at Quidditch practice with Scarhead.

"Uh, I'm just a substitute, and it's not my turn to play yet."

Ron awkwardly scratched his cheek, feeling his face burn a little.

He had been so excited about being on the Quidditch team that he hadn't felt bad about being a substitute, but when Fish asked him, Ron felt the same depression he had felt at home when he had been overshadowed by his older brothers.

Fish couldn't understand Ron's feelings, however, and continued curiously, "What do you mean, a substitute? Why can't you play?"

Despite his frustration, Ron responded truthfully to Fish's question, explaining why substitutes could not play.

Fish listened distractedly to Ron's explanation, he was just asking a casual question, as the crowd filed into the stadium, all sorts of banners and flags were raised around him, all colorful and distracting to Fish's attention.

Even his roommates, Neville, Seamus and Dean, had drawn a huge banner with a stained sheet that said "Potter will win" and Dean, who was a good drawer, had drawn a large Gryffindor lion underneath the words.

Fish looked around at the amusing banners, his little paws twitching in search of an opportunity to run and give them a rip. As for the big sheet behind him, he had already pawed at it and there were still cat paws imprinted on it.

"Meow! Minerva! I'm here, meow!" ?(●ΦwΦ●)?

As Fish was wondering which banner to paw, he suddenly saw the figure of Professor McGonagall, so Fish immediately stood up, waved his hands, and greeted her loudly.

Professor McGonagall smiled and waved in response, but was a little worried that the kitten might make a mess of the game.

But no matter how worried Professor McGonagall was, the game had to go on, and with Lee Jordan's impassioned comments, the teams started to go in.

The crowd erupted in cheers.....

Fish was surprised.

"Meow!" ∑(●ΦДΦ●)

Fish reached out and covered his cat ears, the noise from the stadium was torture to his acute hearing.

Should he ask Minerva and the little man that to learn some sound and smell isolation spells...?

Fish had come up with that idea.

Actually, the idea had occurred to him a long time ago, when he was suffering from Professor Quirrell's strange smell, and he had wondered if there was a spell that could help him block the smell.

It was just that Fish didn't like reading very much, especially after Professor McGonagall tricked him into learning transfiguration for a while, and he was even more reluctant to learn.

Not all spells were as easy to learn as the Lumos spell, and Fish feared it would take as long to learn as transfiguration, and since he usually avoided Professor Quirrell, it wouldn't affect him much, so Fish never implemented the idea.

It wasn't until today, when he was attacked by the noise, that he realized that being too perceptive wasn't exactly a good thing.

Fish threw back his cat ears and continued to watch the game.