In the afternoon, at the owlery in the West Tower of Hogwarts Castle, as soon as Professor McGonagall and Karl appeared with letters, the owls immediately swarmed them enthusiastically.
"Hoot, hoot, hoot—"
"Hello everyone!"
Karl reached out to pet these little cuties one by one; the fluffy texture was amazing.
Mitchell dove straight into his arms, squinting its eyes contentedly.
"I really didn't expect you to be so popular here too."
Professor McGonagall marveled at the Kitten's social skills; even the owls were very affectionate towards him.
"Can't help it, this is just natural affinity."
Winking triumphantly at Professor McGonagall, Karl solemnly handed a letter to Mitchell, containing the acceptance letter for Hannah Abbott.
"You delivered my letter last year, so this letter today is entrusted to you as well."
"Please make sure to deliver it! Come back for meat! Big chunks! All you can eat!"
I stuffed the envelope myself, and it's being delivered by the same owl—whose lineage could be as pure as mine? Who else, dammit?
Professor McGonagall shook her head, unable to laugh or cry, suddenly feeling that her future life would be very exhausting.
Looking back at the start of the holiday, the Kitten clearly had a very good relationship with Nina, yet now he was giving this Hannah special treatment.
And thinking about how he got along well with Tonks, had designed dresses for Judy, and all the little witches in the school whose eyes lit up when they saw him…
Professor McGonagall was a bit worried; would a group of little witches be fawning over her in the future?
Hiss—why did she feel a slight headache, yet also a secret thrill at the same time?
Handing all the letters to the owls, these little postmen took off quickly and disappeared into the horizon.
Karl accompanied Professor McGonagall back to the Dean's office, pushed her to sit on the sofa, and thoughtfully helped massage her shoulders.
"You've worked hard, Minerva! How's this pressure? Does it feel okay?"
Professor McGonagall couldn't help but roll her eyes; why hadn't she seen him being this obedient and sensible before?
"Speak, what is it?"
"Nothing, just caring for you."
"Is that so? Are you sure?"
"Of course!" Karl chuckled, "Minerva, are you still going to visit the Little wizards from Muggle families?"
Professor McGonagall: Ha! I knew it!
"That's right, you don't want to tag along, do you?"
Karl's tone was very serious as he began to spout nonsense with a straight face.
"I'm worried that you're too tired on your own; with me there, at least we can chat and relieve some boredom."
"Tell me the truth, are you trying to see some little Witch?"
Hearing this, Karl was immediately displeased; how could Cat Mom slander his innocence out of thin air?
"I'm not doing it to see little witches!"
"That's good. You stay obediently at school, no running around. If you're bored, you can go help Professor Green with the gardening."
Professor McGonagall stood up, gave Karl a flick on the forehead, and chased him out of the Dean's office again.
He always felt that Cat Mom had been getting more irritable lately; indeed, distance makes the heart grow fonder.
Clearly, when the holiday first started, Karl was still a treasure, but now he had turned into a weed.
"Roar~"
Karl was a bit disappointed; he had originally wanted to see Hermione Granger in advance to see what she looked like.
Oh well, seeing her when school starts is the same.
"Old man, what are you doing?"
Karl arrived at the edge of the vegetable patch and saw Grindelwald drawing water from the Black Lake to water the vegetables.
"Does your brat have two eyes just for decoration? If you don't know how to use them, gouge them out and throw them away!"
Grindelwald's tongue was getting sharper and sharper; he didn't know where he learned it from.
"This is called a greeting opener; do you understand what friendly communication is?"
Grindelwald: ( one_one )
You start with 'old man' and have the nerve to talk to me about friendliness? Get lost, now!
"I've already taught you Apparition, don't bother me anymore. If you want to learn other Charms, go find Albus; I don't have any more here."
Karl thought: As if I'd believe you! Who knows how many good things this old man has on him!
"How can you say that? Actually, I came to help you with work, like fertilizing."
Grindelwald looked at Karl sideways, his expression devoid of any trust.
"Didn't your conscience get eaten by that dog Hagrid keeps? What? Did it poop it out and you picked it up again?"
Hiss! This old man's words are truly infuriating!
Karl ground his molars and took out a bag of Dungbomb to show Grindelwald, "Hufflepuff's unique technique, Professor Sprout's ancestral secret, personally tested by Senior Sister Tonks—using this to fertilize the vegetable patch has amazing results!"
"Hahahahaha."
Grindelwald suddenly pointed at Karl and laughed out loud, slapping his thigh repeatedly.
Seeing his ferocious smile, Karl quickly stepped back a few paces, "Old man, have you gone mad?"
"You brat! You dare to play tricks on me! Do you think I'm a fool?"
Grindelwald raised his arm towards the cabin, and a morning star flew through the air and was caught in his hand.
"Little Bastard! Take a hit from me!"
Holy crap!
Karl threw the Dungbomb at Grindelwald and immediately took to his heels.
L(°;) ^ = 3 = 3 Gotta run! Gotta run!
"Phew—"
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