Chapter 90: Chapter 90: Teacher McGonagall's Guide (Edited)
After confirming that Fish would do his homework in her office in the afternoon, Professor McGonagall nodded to the young lions who had observed everything and left the Gryffindor Common Room, bumping into Harry, who had arrived late.
Harry stiffened and waved stiffly at Professor McGonagall before hurrying into the Common Room.
As soon as Hermione returned to the Common Room, she grabbed one of the girls from the study group and asked why Professor McGonagall was here.
Knowing what she had missed, Hermione sighed.
She had no regrets, however, as she had helped Harry and the others discover the "Snape plot" and the man named Nicolas Flamel and the trapdoor.
Having been assigned to Gryffindor, Hermione had no lack of adventurous spirit, and facing a professor was a very new experience for a girl who had been a good student all her life.
After parting ways with the girl from the study group, Hermione stayed in the Common Room to watch Fish wallow bored at the table for a while before reluctantly heading to the library.
After borrowing a copy of "The Great Wizards of the 20th Century" from Mrs. Pince, Hermione ran back with the book in her arms, found a seat in the Common Room where she could see Fish, and began to slowly look up words about Nicolas Flamel.
It was a pleasure for Hermione, who loved to learn, to search through a sea of books to find the life of a mysterious wizard she didn't know about.
"Hermione, what are you reading?"
Harry and Ron, who had grown closer to the famous first year Gryffindor girl due to her helping them in him Quidditch game, leaned in curiously when they saw Hermione flipping through a heavy book that didn't look like a textbook.
"The Great Wizards of the 20th Century," Hermione showed the couple the title, looking incredulous, "aren't we looking for Nicolas Flamel? There's no way we're going to find him if we just read History of Magic."
Casually glancing at the names of the books in Harry and Ron's hands, Hermione lifted her chin a little proudly, "I read all of History of Magic before I started school, I'm pretty sure there's no character named Nicolas Flamel in it."
"Yes... Is there? Then you really are amazing..."
Harry and Ron replied dryly, embarrassed and torn expressions on their faces as they looked down at their "History of Magic" textbooks and couldn't bring themselves to say that they had only come to the common room to catch up on homework.
"So... you don't have any homework to do?"
Ron mumbled for a while, intending to change the subject, so he asked a question he would soon regret.
"Homework?" Hermione frowned, "Isn't that supposed to be done before the Quidditch match?"
A complex expression instantly appeared on Ron's face, and he finally understood what that inexplicable familiarity he had felt when confronted with Hermione was due to: it was the same kind of academic aura as his most hated brother, Percy!
Next to Ron, Harry's expression wasn't too good either, obviously unable to understand Hermione's so-called "common sense", so, after a couple of laughs, Harry found an excuse to drag Ron with him.
After watching them run off, Hermione slapped her forehead as she realized that, unlike her study group mates, they always saved their homework for last.
With a shake of her head and a sigh, Hermione returned to her books and glanced occasionally at Fish, the cat by the fireplace, as long as there were books and cats, she wouldn't get tired of sitting here all day.
But, alas, at nine o'clock in the evening, Fish had to go to her confinement with Professor McGonagall and, without her company, Hermione was a little less energetic when it came to reading.
And she wasn't the only one, for when Fish left the Common Room, most of the young wizards who had gathered there dispersed in a few moments, and the rest stopped lowering their voices and started playing board games.
Hermione shook her head helplessly and put away her copy of "The Great Wizards of the Twentieth World", intending to take it to her dormitory to read.
...
Fish reluctantly reached the door to Professor McGonagall's office, moved forward, pushed the door a little, and crept in.
Professor McGonagall was sitting at her desk, head down, writing something on a piece of parchment, and without making a sound, Fish quietly reached Professor McGonagall's feet and jumped onto her lap.
"Meow~?" (=ΦωΦ=)?
Fish rested his two front paws on Professor McGonagall's neck and stretched his neck to rub his furry little head against her face.
"You little...you gave me a scare."
Putting the quill down in her hand, Professor McGonagall tapped Fish's little head, then said with a smile, "Even if you act like a spoiled child, you still have to do your homework."
"Meow!"(=｀︿′=)
The plan backfired and Fish immediately retracted his head, jumping off Professor McGonagall's lap onto the table and then jumping straight onto the chair in front of her desk, adopting his cat-man form.
"I don't remember any homework, meow!"
Fish was sitting in a chair, legs dangling, crossed his arms in front of his chest and spoke the truth confidently.
"It's okay," Professor McGonagall smiled and reached up to straighten the glasses on the bridge of her nose, "I've already asked the other students in your class, and I've even prepared the relevant textbooks for you."
"Meow!" ∑(●ΦДΦ●)
The simpleton kitten was no match for the calculating Professor McGonagall, and although he made several more excuses, they were all thwarted by Professor McGonagall.
Finally, resigned to his fate, Fish plopped down on Professor McGonagall's desk with a grunt and reluctantly picked up the homework questions Minerva had prepared for him.
"Who is this Merlin, meow? why do I have to write a paper on him? I don't even know him." Fish looked at the "History of Magic" homework and frowned.
"Merlin was a very powerful wizard, and there's a lot of information about him, so it's not hard to finish this paper..." Professor McGonagall pulled her chair closer to Fish and patiently showed her the homework.
Unfortunately, Fish didn't listen, but instead stretched out his arms, lay down on the table and rolled his face on the empty parchment. "Minerva knows a lot about him, so why don't you write it down for me?"
"No, be a good boy and take the quill and write it yourself."
Professor McGonagall didn't get angry and continued to patiently guide Fish, letting him write the homework himself.
With Professor McGonagall's patient guidance, Fish, albeit reluctantly, was entertained and finished the entire assignment in his characteristic feline handwriting.
Although the content was a bit off and there were many problems with the writing, with Professor McGonagall around to guide him, it was much better than the messy scribbles that no one could understand at all....
At least the teachers could see what Fish was trying to say.
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