Chapter 262: A kind lie (Edited)

[Stride] [Quick Run] [Freedom of Movement] [Leopard's Quickness] [Leopard's Quickness].

With the speed acceleration spells, Fish went like a black shadow, running from the seventh floor to the gargoyle statue on the third floor.

Thanks to the curfew, most of the students were in their Common Rooms, so Fish didn't run into the few students who had snuck out for a night out.

But even if they had, it wouldn't have mattered, since many of them had seen Fish in his cat form running as fast as he could, so it was easy for them to figure out who the black figure was.

"Nya!"

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Quickly using his own password to open the entrance, Fish didn't have time to wait for the spiral staircase to slowly turn upwards, he jumped several rungs in one bound and reached the top in the blink of an eye, flinging open the gleaming oak door.

"Caw...!"

"Whoa!"

Fawkes, who was on the perch behind the door, and Dumbledore, who was looking at the papers on the desk, were startled.

"Fish? What's wrong?" asked Dumbledore with a grin, raising his half-moon spectacles, which had been distorted by the blow, as he cast a thoughtful glance at the black, tattered journal Fish was holding.

"Snap!"

Fish threw the journal to the ground, pointing to it and saying loudly, "Albus! I've got Voldemort! He's hiding in here nya."

With that, he clenched his fists and looked menacingly and warily at the journal he had thrown to the ground, the cat's ears clenched into wings above his head and tail bristling behind him.

"Ha...!"

?(●`Д′●)?

"Oh?"

Dumbledore quickly rose from his seat, and as he cast a Protective Charm on himself and Fish, he also stood in front of him, and Fawkes flew up, circling around the newspaper on the floor.

On the walls, the portraits of the directors pretending to be asleep also opened their eyes and looked at the black journal Fish had thrown on the floor.

"Can you tell me what's going on?"

Dumbledore looked intently at the journal on the floor and, at the same time wary of Fish behind him, asked calmly.

Although he had understood what was going on when he saw Fish say that Voldemort was hiding in the diary, he could not rule out the possibility that Fish was already under Voldemort's control and was looking for a way to plot against him.

"Is that so..."

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Not noticing Dumbledore's wariness towards him, Fish continued to stare at the diary on the floor as he quickly explained to Dumbledore.

Although the description of the kitten was a bit wordy and choppy, he told Dumbledore all about how he had obtained the diary, how he had discovered that he could talk to it, and finally how he had wisely discovered that the other man was probably Voldemort and had framed Hagrid.

"It really is a Horcrux..."

After listening to Fish's explanation, Dumbledore muttered under his breath and then looked at Fish with scrutiny.

Although Fish was acting very matter-of-factly, that didn't exactly show that there was nothing wrong with him at the moment, Dumbledore's blue eyes blinked a couple of times before he confirmed to Fish, "Fish, you won't mind if I check you out, will you?"

"Nya?"

The kitten froze for a moment, then realized what Dumbledore's mean old meanie meant.

"Fish isn't being checked nya!"

?(●`Д′●)?

Fish protested to Dumbledore with a snort, then agreed with a grimace before he could say anything else.

"If you want to check, hurry up, Fish isn't afraid of your checks! Hmph!"

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Although the old man was so angry for suspecting him, but remembering that Professor McGonagall cried because she misunderstood that he was being checked, Fish would naturally choose to cooperate to prove his innocence.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, and didn't seem to expect Fish to be so cooperative, but soon a gentle smile appeared on his face, clearly understanding the reason for Fish's actions.

"Fish is a good boy.... Oops!"

Dumbledore couldn't resist reaching out and stroking the kitten's head....

And then Fish gave it a nasty nibble.

"Oooh!"

Dumbledore withdrew his hand, cast several detection spells on Fish and, after confirming that he really wasn't being controlled, turned to pick up the diary from the floor.

"Albus, are you alright nya?"

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Fish poked his head out from behind and continued to look askance at the diary with his ears pinned back.

"Don't worry, it's not Voldemort himself, so as long as you don't fall under his spell, you won't be in any danger" Dumbledore said.

The kitten cocked his head to one side and then wiggled his ears.

"Fish just heard you talk about Horcruxes, what is it?"

"Ah..."

Dumbledore smiled wryly and tugged at his beard. Just now, he was concentrating on the diary, but he accidentally mumbled and Fish heard him.

But after a moment's hesitation, he decided to tell Fish, after all, the puss was so curious and could always dig up little secrets, that it would be better to tell him and prepare him for it, rather than risk him getting confused and searching for answers.

Just until then...

"Well, I'll call Minerva first and then I'll tell you. You can't keep this matter from her."

Now Dumbledore dare not keep anything from Professor McGonagall about Fish.

"Nya!"

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Hearing that Dumbledore was going to call Professor McGonagall, the little cat immediately shrugged his neck, then reached out and tugged on Dumbledore's robes, and rubbed his head against the other's arm in a flattering manner.

"Albus, can you tell Minerva that you found the diary nya?"

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After all, Fish had risked checking Voldemort's memories, and if Professor McGonagall found out, he could get a good beating, which was why he had taken the diary to Dumbledore first.

Unfortunately, the mean old man shook his head very cruelly and said, "No, I don't want to anger Minerva."

"But, if you tell Minerva about this, she'll be angry..." Fish persuasively persuaded, "As long as Minerva doesn't know that Fish found the diary, there's no reason to get angry nya."

"But... in case Minerva finds out..."

It wasn't that Dumbledore didn't want to help Fish, the point was that the last time Professor McGonagall had been angry had been too frightening.

"As long as you don't say anything and I don't say anything, Minerva won't know nya!"

?(●?ω?●)?

Seeing Dumbledore's tendency to give in, Fish pouted even harder, looking at him with wide eyes, pleading pitifully.

"Well..."

Dumbledore, who had enjoyed a rare cuddle session with the kitten, was coaxed.

"Grandfather Albus, do me a favor, Fish doesn't want to be whipped by Minerva again nya."

?(●QωQ●)?

Dumbledore, who didn't have much experience with the kitten's pity tricks, hesitated for a moment before sighing reluctantly and agreeing, "Fine, but don't let him get away."

It was a bit of a disservice to Professor McGonagall, but now that the Horcruxes had been found, Voldemort couldn't make any more waves, so a white lie wouldn't be a big deal.

For one thing, Fish was a very quiet little man, and he hadn't known that the kitten was hiding so many secrets until now!

When he heard Dumbledore's agreement, Fish smiled cheerfully, rubbed his arm a few more times and said confidently, "Don't worry, Fish is a tight-lipped cat!"

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