Chapter 229: The Self-made Dumbledore (Edited)

Interested in the potion, Fish did not rush out after taking Harry and the others to the Room of Requirement, but stood and watched as Hermione poured the two Centinodia, the leech, and the lacewings into the cauldron.

As Hermione stirred the potion in the cauldron, she raised her wand and chanted at the liquid in the pot.

It was always necessary to have some magical guidance when making a potion, and a complex potion like a multijuice potion required the aid of a wand and a high level of magic, which could turn into poison if one was not careful.

Even if a Muggle had all the ingredients and followed the instructions to the letter, he could not make a potion because he could not use magic and would end up with useless leftovers.

Fish, who had already made many potions, knew this was not the time to bother Hermione, and he, Ron and Harry stood silently, watching as Hermione finished the spell that accompanied the potion.

"There," Hermione took out her wand and touched the sweat on her forehead, "All we have to do is come in every two weeks to channel the magic, then on the twenty-first day, add the horns of the bicorn and the dried shredded Skin of an African tree snake, and then simmer for another two weeks, adding the ingredients of the person who needs to be transformed at the end, and we're done."

Hermione said with a relaxed look on her face as she talked about the complicated process.

"Nya!"

∑(φ●дφ●)

Fish was surprised, "It takes that long nya?

The longest potion I had ever learned in Potions class took me less than two lessons, but this compound soup took a month to make!

Fish, who had thought about trying to make the potion himself when he had time, was instantly dissuaded from the idea.

I'll wait for Hermione's magic potion.

...

The brewing of the multijuice potion was left to Hermione and the others, and Fish still had some black-footed cat hair or nails to prepare, so in the evening, after hearing the story at Professor McGonagall's house, he ran straight to Dumbledore's office....

Although Fish knew that Dumbledore was following him while he was invisible at the time, he pretentiously sneaked into the headmaster's office.

When Dumbledore saw Fish enter his office, he didn't at first let himself be seen, but pretended he wasn't there and waited outside for a while before rebelling and taking the revolving staircase back to his office.

"Fish, what brings you to me tonight?"

Dumbledore, who returned to the office, saw that Fish was throwing the Sorting Hat again at that moment, and rushed in to save the poor Sorting Hat.

"Dumbledore, I think you can lock me up after the Sorting Ceremony."

The Sorting Hat suggested to Dumbledore in all seriousness, preferring to sleep in a dark cupboard than be shaken by Fish from time to time.

Dumbledore pretended not to listen.

Joking aside, if he hid the Sorting Hat, wouldn't he have one less reason to lure Fish into playing?

Anyway, Fish has a sense of measure, and he really won't break the Sorting Hat.

"Albus, you're back~"

(●φωφ●)?

Fish returned to his feline form and sat at his desk with a surprised look on his face as he waved at Dumbledore.

"Yes, I was in the kitchen, and at this hour I always want something to eat."

Dumbledore smiled and pulled several steaming plates of food from his pocket that he had planned to bring out when he followed Fish, "Would you like some?"

"Sure!"

?(●?ω?●)?

Fish was in no hurry to explain his intentions, jumping down from his desk and sitting across from Dumbledore as he ate a midnight snack.

As they ate, they talked about everything from their feelings in class, to Professor McGonagall's stories, to the man who attacked Mrs. Norris, as if Dumbledore hadn't been following Fish at any point, and Fish was also acting as if he didn't know he was being followed.

The old and the young play very tacitly.

After finishing the midnight snack, Fish put down his knife and fork, licked the grease from the corner of his lips, and finally made his intentions clear to Dumbledore.

"Albus, can you do Fish a favor?"

"Oh? Tell me."

Dumbledore straightened up, curious about the rare occasion when Fish asked him for a favor.

Fish pulled out the magical pouch Dumbledore had given him and took out the Book of Felines, then turned to the page of the black-footed cat.

"This nya."

Spreading the book out on his desk, Fish pointed to the picture of the cute little kitten and said, "Fish wants to be a black-footed cat, but he hasn't been able to, so Albus Can you help me find some of his fur?"

?(●?ω?●)?

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, "Just the fur?".

"Yes."

Fish nodded, he wasn't afraid to expose the multijuice potion, as long as he didn't mention Harry and the others, and he didn't want Dumbledore to drive the black-footed cats living in the wild away from his colony for his own business.

Not all cats lived as well as he did, anywhere.

"Well... it's not a problem."

Dumbledore didn't ask in detail, it was just a matter of taking some common animal fur, which was easy enough for him, he was more curious to see if Fish could actually turn into a black-footed cat this way.

Although he had long known that Fish could take on the appearance of other cat breeds, the black-footed cat seemed a bit different, and this was an opportunity to learn more about Fish, and Dumbledore naturally wouldn't miss it.

As for whether the multijuice potion will cause problems if animal hair is used....

It's not like there hasn't been a precedent before, it wouldn't be hard to recover.

Besides, Dumbledore didn't think it would matter to Fish, he already knew that Fish had a furry cat-man form.

"I'll let you know as soon as I have it, so you'll be waiting for my good news."

Dumbledore smiled as he reached out and stroked Fish's little head.

Since he wanted something from the others, Fish didn't resist this time and obediently let Dumbledore rub his head.

And Dumbledore also knew the opportunity was rare, and didn't withdraw his hand contentedly until Fish's tail began to wag, showing signs of impatience.

"Thank you nya! Fish is going to play in the Forbidden Forest now!"

When Dumbledore wisely withdrew his hand, Fish thanked him before getting up and running off.

Seeing Fish leave his office with a smile on his face, Dumbledore immediately disappeared and followed him.

Even if Fish went to play in the Forbidden Forest, Dumbledore would always follow him, after all, Fish had a fight with Voldemort in the Forbidden Forest last semester.

Besides, who knows if the entrance and exit to the Chamber of Secrets might be in the Forbidden Forest, which is more suitable for the so-called "Chamber of Secrets Monster" than Hogwarts Castle.

The only problem is.

Since Professor McGonagall had taught Fish the anti-tracking spell, Fish was now giving himself one before his nightly excursions, which was fine in the castle, but in the Forbidden Forest, it was killing Dumbledore ...

When he entered the Forbidden Forest, Fish was running around like a madman, and with Fawkes' recent aging, Dumbledore couldn't even use his 'Apparition' very well.

Not to lose Fish, Dumbledore had little time to rest while in the Forbidden Forest, and even less time to play chess.

"Yuck..."

Dumbledore sighed deeply as he looked at the kitten running happily into the Forbidden Forest.

He shouldn't have persuaded Professor McGonagall to loosen Fish's grip in the first place!