Fish was startled by the sudden sound behind him, as he had not heard any sound or smelled anything before.
"Meow!"
Startled, Fish arched his back and stared at the strange human that had suddenly appeared.
With a few flicks of his little pink nose, Fish still didn't smell anything from his opponent....
It was a bit like the fake cats Minerva had created.
Fish's eyes immediately sharpened.
Could it be that Minerva was trying to confine him again?
"Meow!"
Fish lowered his ears and his fur puffed up.
The pose didn't last long, however, as Fish gradually felt his body become a little lighter, a vague sense of joy filled his little head, and the strange enemy in front of him, and all the interesting toys around him, suddenly became less important.
Although Fish usually likes to stare blankly, dazedly into the drift, he had never felt this kind of pleasure before.
If I had to use an analogy, it would be a bit like Fish's reaction after eating a plant called catnip, but in terms of pleasure, it was a dozen times greater.
The giddy feeling of pleasure caused Fish to collapse to the floor, then roll over and lie on his back, exposing his little belly and purring.
At the same time, an unfamiliar voice sounded in Fish's head, a rougher voice, lacking a little air, sounding weak, as if he were gravely ill.
[Go and check what's hiding behind the trap door guarded by the three-headed dog..... Go and check what is hidden behind the trapdoor guarded by the three-headed dog ...]
The voice echoed in Fish's empty head, wanting him to investigate the secret hidden behind the trapdoor guarded by Luvi.
Fish wagged the tip of his tail to show that he knew.
[Go... Go quickly...]
The voices in his head went back and forth, constantly urging Fish.
"Meow..." (I know... I know...).
Fish opened his mouth to meow and responded lazily in feline language, then stretched out his limbs and wagged his tail.
However, the voices in his head did not cease, but became more and more frequent....
The sound of the voice was annoying.
Fish was a little annoyed by the noise, and the tail behind his buttocks wagged more and more frequently.
This feeling is so comfortable now, why do you keep urging me to see what's under the trap door?
Fish, who had been lying on his back, rolled over unhappily and flopped back down, staring at the black-robed figure in the doorway.
"Get your arse to the trapdoor quickly!", A furious Voldemort couldn't help but growl.
"Meow...!", (I didn't say no, I'm going to lie down for a while!).
Fish snorted, the impatient little tail wagging rapidly behind him.
Under normal circumstances, Fish would have swatted at the robed figure long ago, who was trying to order him around.
But with due to the vague sense of joy inside him, Fish was as cheerful as he had ever been.
So even though Fish grew impatient at the repeated insistence of the black-robed monster, he only meowed a little, and his body lazily remained in place, unwilling to move.
Voldemort spoke only Parseltongue and did not understand the feline language, but when Fish turned to look at him, he could understand Fish's thoughts through the Legeremancy spell.
[Not that I'm not going, so what's the rush.]
[This feels really good... Why don't I just take a nap?]
[My teeth itch a little, I want to bite something, but Fish doesn't want to move...]
[Why didn't that monster in black give Fish something to eat? How rude]
[I need to pee]
[...]
"Crucio!"
Voldemort's patience finally ran out as the kitten's thoughts changed by the second, and he roared as a red light flew from the tip of his wand, heading straight for Fish.
Voldemort didn't know why his spell had succeeded, but the other was ignoring him, and his thoughts diverged to this point, but he knew that, if someone was strong enough to resist the spell, the spell's success would be greatly enhanced by being tortured.
"Meow!"
The moment Voldemort fired the Cruciatus Spell, Fish, who had been lazily lying on the ground, suddenly stood up with his hair standing on end and bounced off the ground, just in time to avoid the red light.
When Voldemort stopped the Imperius Curse, and with the warning of his beast instincts, Fish quickly snapped out of his pleasure daze.
The dark creature before him... wanted to fight him.
Fish quickly understood the situation he was in, as he landed smoothly and quickly increased in size.
Half a meter long, the tiger-spotted cat had shaggy fur, tail dangling, ears perked, back arched, and teeth bared at Voldemort. "Ha-!"
As the second Dark Lord, Voldemort was furious that he had failed to take down a new Hogwarts student after using two Unforgivable Curses.
Even if he was in a half-dead state, even if he was borrowing someone else's body, this event was still humiliating to the proud Voldemort.
Voldemort waved his wand in his hand, and the surrounding cat toys and climbers, under his control, crashed into Fish.
[Claw of the Beast]
It wasn't Minerva, nor was it anyone Fish knew, so naturally Fish didn't hold back, his sharp claws poked out from his paws, easily tearing apart the flying objects.
"Meow...!"
Fish tore a huge hole in the overwhelming avalanche with its claws, then pounced on the black-clad figure.
"Wingardium leviosa, Petrificus Totalus, Crucio."
Voldemort cast spells without delay, first blocking Fish's path with two normal spells, then anticipating Fish's retreat and adding the Cruciatus spell.
However, Voldemort had predicted that Fish was a human wizard, but Fish thought like a cat, and a cat with druidic spells.
Fish shrank into the air, easily dodging all three spells, and then grew back, leaping in front of Voldemort as he was surprised, and attacking his claws.
"Protego!"
Although Voldemort was greatly weakened, but his battle experience was still there, and he added a Protego spell just in time.
Protego was a spell Fish knew, but it was the first time he had ever touched it, and his claws felt like they were clawing at iron.
Realizing that he had failed to do any damage to the black-robed man, Fish immediately retracted his claws and moved in behind him.
Both his hunter's instinct and his experience with Minerva had taught him to stay away from wizards when fighting them.
But Voldemort was no slouch, and turned quickly to keep Fish in his sight....
Although his face was stuck to the back of Kilo's head, Kilo not only had a scarf around the back of his head, but he was also wearing a large hood, and since Voldemort was now in control of Quirrell's body, his line of sight was the same as Quirrell's.
"invisibilia gladio!"
Voldemort waved his wand, firing several sharp, invisible spells at Fish.
Though Fish's claws hadn't hurt him, it made Voldemort furious and his spells grew fiercer.
As long as he didn't kill the natural-born animagus, even if he was injured, he could still help him find out where the Philosopher's Stone was.
Fish's bestial instincts sharpened more than ever in the face of these invisible attacks, and he heeded the warnings that kept popping into his mind as he dodged left and right, successfully avoiding every spell.
But as he watched the marks cutting the ground around him, an unprecedented sense of danger arose in his mind, and for the first time he felt that his life was in danger.
This was no ordinary fight, but a battle.