Chapter 110: Noisy (Edited)

Harry had been feeling very unfortunate lately.

He had been unable to find information about Nicolas Flamel, and had been forced by Hermione, an extremely serious girl, to search through books bigger than his head.

As the second Quidditch match approached, Harry tried to relax, only to be told by Wood that the match referee was Snape, the man trying to kill him.

Not to mention relax, he had been so nervous lately that he couldn't even taste his food.

And as the news spread, Harry's anxiety spread to the rest of the Gryffindors.

Except, of course, Fish, who wasn't interested in Quidditch at all.

With Harry and the others in a bad mood, it was time for the second Gryffindor Quidditch match.

Harry and the other players headed to the pitch first to get ready for the match, and the rest of the Gryffindors were arriving to watch the match.

Ron and Hermione had arrived in the changing rooms early to cheer Harry on, Neville went to the stadium with the banners he had made last time with Dean and Seamus.

Only Fish was still lying on his bed, as he had just finished his snack and wanted to get some rest.

"Fish, aren't you going to watch Quidditch? you know if we win today, we can catch Slytherin! If Angelina and the girls can score a few more goals, it's not impossible to overtake Slytherin. But this time the referee is Professor Snape, I'm sure he's aiming for our team..... This bloody black whistle!"

Dean, wearing a special hat to cheer on Gryffindor, stopped abruptly as he passed Fish's bunk, offering him an invitation and talking without pause.

He had once argued with Seamus about which was more fun, soccer or Quidditch, but now he had been captured by Quidditch and had become close friends with Seamus.

However, the kitten on the bed only opened its eyes lazily, looked at him with its head cocked to one side and turned away, turning its back on him, expressing a clear meaning of rejection.

Even though the weather had warmed up recently, Fish still didn't feel like moving, let alone going to watch that noisy, boring Quidditch match.

"Forget it Dean, don't drag Fish if he doesn't want to go."

Seeing Dean's desire to continue, Seamus stepped forward to stop him, and at the same time frowned at Dean and made a frantic gesture.

While no one would blame Fish for the last match against Slytherin, but it would be better to keep him out of trouble if possible.

"Huh? Seamus, are you... sick?"

Dean gave his crooked-mouthed, slit-eyed friend a puzzled look, not really understanding what he meant.

"..."

Seamus' shoulders slumped and he rolled his eyes at the sight of his sluggish friend, then, without further explanation, he grabbed Dean's shoulders and pushed him out of the dormitory.

"Come on, come on, if we don't get there soon, there won't be any seats left!"

When the two left, the only one left in the dorm was Fish...in his cat-and-mouse form, Scabbers.

However, after Fish mastered Transfiguration, he never played with Scabbers again, but would occasionally give him a snack to increase Scabbers' weight, as a fat mouse.

As for Neville's toad, Trevor, as usual, was nowhere to be found.

As his owner forgets him in a corner from time to time, Fish often heard Trevor say he would run away from Neville, an irresponsible owner.

With the faint sound of cheering coming from outside the window, Fish, who was in his room, twitched his ears, knowing that the game had just begun.

Fish rolled over on his bed and stretched as he yawned.

"Meow~" ?(=￣ω￣=)?

After stretching, Fish adjusted his position and found a comfortable position to go back to sleep.

Unfortunately, Fish's sleep didn't last long, and he had only squinted for a short while when he heard noise from outside his dorm, the Gryffindor students who were watching the game seemed to already be on their way back.

They were cheering loudly, shouting Scarhead's name over and over again.

"Meow?"

According to Fish's limited knowledge of Quidditch, if Scarhead caught the golden ball, the match was won and over.

Seems like the game was over a bit quickly....

Curious and unable to sleep anyway, Fish turned around and jumped out of his bunk, heading out of the dormitory and into the Common Room.

A group of people were in the Common Room, expressing their joy in various ways, dancing and shouting incoherent sounds that made no sense at all.

As soon as Dean saw Fish, he rushed to hug him.

"You know what Fish, we won! Harry caught the Golden Snitch in less than five minutes!"

Dean seemed so excited that he held Fish in the air and spun him around the Common Room, ignoring the murderous looks from the girls.

And Fish couldn't understand their excitement, it just felt noisy.

With a twist of his body, freed from Dean's hands, Fish landed on his upturned face, and with a stomp of his four paws on the dark face, Fish somersaulted through the air and landed lightly on the floor in his cat-person form.

"What's that got to do with me? I don't like Quidditch meow". ?ω?

Fish shot a glance at the excited Dean, turned and walked out of the Common Room.

It was too noisy in here now, and he was going to go to Minerva's for some peace and quiet.

And wasn't it Scarhead who won the match? He wasn't even there, so what the hell is all this excitement?

Still unable to understand this Quidditch frenzy, Fish stumbled dazedly out of the Gryffindor Common Room and ran towards Professor McGonagall's office.

"Minerva~ ?●ω●?"

"Fish? what are you doing here?"

Professor McGonagall seemed to be in a good mood as she wrapped her arms around Fish and gave her a kiss on the forehead.

"There's too much noise in the Common Room, meow." ?ω?

Fish shook his head and rubbed against Professor McGonagall's arms, complaining sadly, "Fish can't even sleep well."

"It's because we won the tournament today, so naturally they're going to celebrate." Explained Professor McGonagall with a smile as she rubbed Fish's head.

"Celebrate?" Fish's ears pricked up, he remembered what Minerva had said about feasting, "Feasting?!" (●?ω?●).

Fish didn't feel hungry before, that was for normal food, but if it was banquet food, it was different.

"No banquet," Unfortunately, Minerva shattered his expectations the next moment, and then, as Fish's expression darkened, she changed the subject, "But a small celebration is... quite possible."

Professor McGonagall knew her House students well, and George and Fred being the troublemakers they were, they would probably go to the kitchen to get food and have a celebration or something.

"That's no fun, meow..."

Fish pouted, not very interested.

He'd already been to a celebration after winning the Slytherin competition, and all there was was a cake from the kitchen and everyone got their snacks out, not as good as if he'd gone to the kitchen to eat it himself....

It was also very noisy.

I expected something different from the "party" Minerva said, but it was still a celebration.

Disinterested, Fish reverted to his cat form, hopped over to Professor McGonagall's table, found an empty spot to lie down, tucked his paws between his arms, squinted, and began to doze off.