Although he knew from Fish the reason for their suffering, there was nothing Ron could do about it.
After all, he couldn't expect his two best brothers to blame Fish and Professor McGonagall.
"When are they going to stop being angry?" said Ron with a look of despair and sigh.
"Nya? They're both angry? Is it because Fish made Minerva catch them nya?"
Fish wiggled his ears and immediately offered to get up again, "I'll go talk to them nya!"
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The little cat had a sense of responsibility and said he was going to find George and Fred.
"No! No!"
Ron got up from the floor to stop the gentle Fish.
He knew the character of his two brothers well enough, and he'd be fine if he obediently let them vent their anger, but if he went looking for someone to complain to, he might get off lightly for now, but he was sure they'd find an excuse to come back for him later.
So Ron had to tell Fish, against his will, "We're just playing, we're not really angry."
The kitten couldn't understand the complexity of Ron's feelings when he said that, so he easily believed him.
"Is that all nya? Then Fish will go back to sleep."
With that, Fish jumped back into the group of girls, transformed back into his cat form, jumped nonchalantly into the arms of a young witch and went back to sleep.
After an envious glance at Fish, Ron let out another long sigh, "Now we'll just have to wait and see when George and Fred grow out of it..."
Fortunately, Ron's tragic experience didn't last long, after all, George and Fred were still busy learning how to become Animagi, so they didn't waste as much time on him.
But the two were not so lucky, for within days of returning to collect the mandrake leaves, they came down with a cold.
Since the beginning of October, the weather has become damp and the temperature has gradually dropped, many teachers and students at the school have caught colds.
The twins, whom Wood used to take to practice on rainy days, were no exception, and after Madam Pomfrey gave them a potion right away, they received a warning from Professor McGonagall.
Because of the potion, the mandrake leaves they carried in their mouths had become obsolete, and the stock in their hands was not much left, and they had to spend money to buy them back.
Although Professor Sprout had raised a batch of mandrakes, those mandrakes were not yet mature and the leaves were useless.
But the twins were not discouraged by this minor difficulty; after all, they had learned from their reading that it was not easy to become animagi, and that the slightest setback could lead to failure.
Professor McGonagall had also warned them to keep a good attitude, as many wizards had failed to make it through the final transformation due to the frustration they had built up, so George and Fred were in a good frame of mind.
It is the resentment towards their good brother, Ron, that has deepened.
For with the current weather conditions, if their first attempt had not failed, it would have been a few days before a storm hit and they would have been transformed into Animagus.
Thinking about this, George and Fred couldn't help but prank Ron again.
Ron: "..."
...
In rainy weather, the Hogwarts students held their annual Halloween dinner, and Fish, just like last year, walked around with a pumpkin head asking for candy from the professors....
But this year he was joined by two more minions - Gilderoy Lockhart also brazenly joined in and forcibly dragged Harry along as well.
He looked handsome in a sumptuous vampire evening gown, red flannel vest and black silk cloak, and his makeup deliberately whitish.
But Lockhart's costume did not cheer the other professors, and the good mood Fish had brought them had been spoiled by Lockhart.
Professor Snape, in particular, had a face as black as ink.
And Lockhart still didn't seem to notice, he reached out and patted Harry, who was casually dressed as a ghost wearing a white sheet, and playfully asked, "Can you guess who that is? Haha! It's Potter! You weren't expecting that, were you?"
Snape's face darkened further, and he didn't need Lockhart to remind him that he had recognized who was hiding behind the two hollow eyes in the sheet at first glance.
He stared silently at Lockhart and Harry for a few moments before breaking into a grim smile.
"You want some candy? Wait a moment."
Snape went back into his office and closed the door, and after a while, opened it again, three bags of sweets in his hand.
"Here you go."
With a dangerous smile on his face, Snape handed one of the bags to Fish and the other two to Lockhart with great impatience.
After looking sullenly at Lockhart and Harry again, he closed the office door again.
"Next, let's go to Aunt Pomona's office."
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A pumpkin-headed Fish took the candy Snape had given him and continued walking excitedly toward Professor Sprout's office.
"Here, Harry, here's your share."
Lockhart, who was also enjoying himself, passed a bag of candy to Harry.
As soon as he got the candy, Harry wanted to throw it away, but after seeing Lockhart at his side, he stopped abruptly.
Harry was 10,000% sure that some special potion had been added to the sweets Snape gave him and Lockhart, but... he had no intention of reminding Lockhart, the problem is to throw it away secretly after returning.
So he carefully put the small bag of sweets in his pocket, made sure it didn't get mixed up with other sweets and then quickly followed Fish.
To be honest, Harry was looking forward to what would happen when Lockhart ate Snape's candy.
After Lockhart and Fish dragged him away in front of all the professors, Harry finally regained his freedom.
Thanks to the white sheet he was wearing, Harry was unable to cast a curse on Lockhart and escape.
It's a shame to be in the company of this guy....
Where did Lockhart get all that self-congratulatory verbiage, without repeating himself!
And don't you see the disgusted look on the other professors' faces? How can he go on with his face unchanged?
What he had seen today had shaken Harry to the core.
He was looking forward to the moment when Lockhart would eat Snape's sweets.
"All right! Now that the fun and festivities are over, look forward to tonight's feast!" said Lockhart to Fish and Harry with a smile.
Obviously, this restless fellow, even after accepting candy from other professors, still intends to do some shit at tonight's banquet.
At that moment Harry was suddenly glad that he had promised Nick, almost decapitated, that he would attend his 500th birthday party.
Compared to the Halloween party with Lockhart, Harry, who had been tortured all day, suddenly felt that the death anniversary party didn't seem so hard to accept.
At that moment, Lockhart, who was about to leave, pulled out two gorgeously wrapped boxes of candy from somewhere and handed them to Harry and Fish.
"Here's some candy for you, and don't come trick-or-treating with me tonight."
Lockhart winked and said a little joke, before letting out a good laugh, showing off his gleaming repaired teeth.
Harry looked at the box of candy in his hand, which, in addition to the shiny box and the beautifully shaped ribbon, had been signed by Lockhart in a nice, elegant handwriting.
Well, there's one more piece of candy to throw away.