Chapter 291: Firebolt? fly fast nya? (Edited)

Before the bookstore manager could yell at Fish to stop, the kitten was one step ahead of him, and he untied the belt he had so tightly tied.

"Snap."

As soon as the belt was untied, the fidgety copy of "The Monstrous Book of Monsters" flew out and hit the bookshelf with a crunch.

Then the desperate cry of the bookstore manager rang out.

"Nya?"

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Fish raised his head and looked at the bookstore manager, wondering what the hell he was yelling about.

But the moment Fish's attention was diverted, the "monstrous monster book," which he released, snapped open its tooth-covered edges and bit the kitten's hand.

"Daddy!"

(●ΦωΦ●)ヅ

An attack of this magnitude was nothing to Fish, and the cat was quick enough to slam the book to the ground.

The monstrous monster book tried to bite Fish's ankle, but the kitten stomped on it, struggling but still pinned to the ground by Fish's small foot.

"Did you just call Fish nya?"

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Once the bad textbook was under control, Fish turned his attention back to the bookstore manager and asked with a cocked head.

"Uh..."

The manager looked at the monstrous monster book that was firmly under Fish's feet.

After struggling for a while, it seemed that the book had no hope of escaping, so it simply stopped struggling and lay still under Fish's feet.

The bookstore manager, who had seen this scene, was silent.

Fish waited for a while, but seeing that the other party had not spoken for a long time, he just ignored him and lifted his foot, which was on the monstrous monster book.

The monstrous monster book, which still pretended to be dead came to life at once, stood up suddenly and then, like some kind of strange crab, turned to one side and wanted to escape.

But how could the little cat see its "prey" escape? Before The Monstrous Monster Book of Monsters could run two steps, Fish grabbed it in his hand.

The ill-tempered Monstrous Monster Book of Monsters tried to turn around and bite Fish's hand, but Fish grabbed the book by the side and shook it so hard that it went limp.

Fish then raised his other free hand and hit the cover of the book with a series of slaps, making a "bang bang" sound on the thick book.

After the lesson, the monstrous monster book stopped rebelling and stayed in Fish's hand, rubbing against Fish's hand in a flattering manner.

The bookstore manager watched all this in front of him, and then... he became even quieter....

"By the way, what was I going to do just now?"

The manager, who had been silent for some time, finally came to his senses and abruptly changed the subject.

Harry very kindly cooperated, "You're going to pick up two copies of Cassandra Vablatsky's 'Dispelling the Mists of the Future' for us."

"Yes, that's right, come with me."

The manager continued walking into the store.

The three of them followed him to a corner at the back of the store, where there was a stack of fortune-telling books.

These books didn't sell much, even in the wizarding world, prophets are a very rare profession, and while there were ordinary wizards who dabbled in divination, they were in the minority, so there wasn't a good place for these books.

The bookstore didn't even take much care of them, and aside from the most basic shelves, some of the Divination books were stacked haphazardly on a small table next to the bookshelves.

Harry glanced casually, then was intrigued by the cover of one book.

The Omen of Death: what to do when you know your doom is coming.

It appealed to him, not because the title was long enough, of course, but because of the big black dog on the cover, which looked familiar, as he'd seen it on Magnolia Crescent when he'd run away from home the night before.

"Oh, I wouldn't read that book if I were you," said the manager as he came downstairs and handed Harry and Professor McGonagall two black-covered copies of "Dispelling the Mists of the Future," as he said to Harry, who was staring at the big black dog, "After reading it, you'll see omens of death no matter where you are, and that's enough to scare a man to death."

Professor McGonagall couldn't resist a sarcastic comment, "A common fortune-teller's trick, isn't it?"

The manager shrugged and said nothing, he had books to sell and wasn't about to trash his own merchandise.

He then grabbed two more copies of 'Intermediate Transfiguration' and two more copies of 'Standard Spells: level 3' from the other shelves, and the three of them paid the bill and left the bookstore.

When they left, the bookstore manager took another copy of The Monstrous Book of Monsters from the cage and tried to tame it, as Fish had done.

As a result, The Monstrous Monster Book of Monsters bit the manager's hand directly and then rushed to the next shelf, ripping the books off the shelves and sending pieces of paper flying, the manager made a great effort and both arms were bitten off as if to capture the book again.

Even so, most of the books on the shelves were smashed by 'The Monstrous Book of Monsters', and the Bookstore lost a large sum of money.

Of course, Fish and the others, who had already left, didn't hear about all this, as they went to the Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor and ate some delicious ice cream... without even paying for it.

Florin Fusco, the store owner, generously offered to buy the ice cream for Fish and Harry and gave them an extra large portion.

Then they went to Mrs. Malkin's robe store, where Harry bought two new school uniforms, and where Fish bought two new robes, although he had only bought new clothes last year, because he had recently grown back.

He was half a head shorter than Harry at first, but now he is half a head taller than Harry.

Finally, they had lunch together at the Leaky Cauldron before Fish and Professor McGonagall said goodbye to Harry and returned home to Hogsmeade using the Fluffy Dust.

In the days that followed, Fish would occasionally come to Diagon Alley to play with Harry through the fireplace, sometimes inviting him to his house or taking him to see Aunt Kora in the Forbidden Forest.

Harry felt like he was in a dream, so happy it was unreal.

The day came when Fish returned to visit Harry at the Leaky Cauldron, the two entered Diagon Alley from the courtyard and headed straight for the Florean Fortescue Ice Cream Parlor, where Mr. Florin Fusco, as always, offered the two an extra large ice cream for free.

After thanking Mr. Fusco, the two walked down Diagon Alley, each with a large box of ice cream in hand, as they ate.

"Nya?"

As they strolled along, the cat ears on Fish's head suddenly swiveled and quickly locked in one direction.

"Harry, there's something to see there nya!"

(●?ω?●)?

Fish pointed in the direction where his cat ears were pointing and said excitedly, "Let's go see what's going on nya!"

After he finished speaking, the little cat ran over there first, and Harry hurriedly followed.

However, after running for a while, Fish slowed down with disinterest and Harry got excited.

They could see from a distance that there was a large crowd of people in front of the Quality Quidditch Merchandise store.

As they entered, they heard from onlookers and the store manager that a new flying broom called the Firebolt had come on the market and that the Irish International Club had ordered seven of them.

While Fish had no interest, Harry was avidly looking at the samples on display in the Quality Quidditch Goods store and not moving from there.

This puzzled the kitten, who had lost interest in Quidditch?

Aren't they all brooms? What's the difference? He also had a broom that Minerva gave him....

It was a bit smaller than Harry's Nimbus 2000 and the Firebolt on display, but it was still a flying broom, wasn't it?

When she asked Harry about it, the other party immediately chatted with Fish.

Something about the aerodynamic design, the unmatched balance and precision, the magical braking power and such....

Fish didn't understand any of that and wasn't interested.

The only thing the cat was interested in was the flying speed, but Fish had no idea what he was talking about when it was advertised as being able to accelerate from zero to 240 kilometers per hour in ten seconds.

"What speed is 150 miles per hour?"

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The kitten interrupted Harry's promotion who was foaming at the mouth, asking with a confused look, "Can it fly faster than Shadow nya?"

"Uh..." Harry was choked up, "I don't know..."

Not to mention the Firebolt, he's never ridden a Thestral, because he's never seen a Thestral.

"Yawn, so what's the point of that."

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Once again, Fish lost interest in the Firebolt.