Chapter 364: Extendable Ears (Edited)

Soon, the five extendable ears crawled along the wall, creeping closer to the corner where Fish was standing.

Naturally, this kind of movement could not be hidden from Fish, who had keen senses, and just as the twins said, Fish already heard what they said.

Moreover, the twins had invented the extendable ears, supposedly inspired by their own hearing, more than ten days ago, and Fish, a gold medal salesman, had seen them a few days earlier.

They only delayed the sale because the twins still needed to stock up on merchandise and because it was the Christmas holidays.

However, as the twins had suspected, Fish hadn't even thought to report them.

As far as the cat was concerned, no sound within his hearing range could be called eavesdropping....

Of course, this is just for himself.

Fish wasn't stupid, he could tell if someone was eavesdropping, but Fish didn't care, he didn't think he had anything to hide from Professor McGonagall.

So the kitten just stared silently at the extendable ears at the base of the wall and quickly withdrew his gaze.

At that moment, Fudge, who had finished ordering at the bar, returned and continued trying to entice Fish.

"Picking up from where we left off.... Fish, are you interested in working at the Ministry of Magic in the future? I think you'd be perfect for the position of Director of the Department of Magical Creature Management and Control."

"I'm not interested nya."

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Fish refused this time decisively, much to Minister Fudge's dismay.

"Can you tell me why? I think you know that the Ministry of Magic is the most powerful department in the magical world."

"But it doesn't make money, Uncle Arthur works at the Ministry, but Ron and the others are very poor."

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The cat, who had discovered that it was hard to earn money, replied with conviction, and his answer was convincingly justified.

The three Weasley brothers listening: "..."

Suddenly, they were stabbed by the cat.

Immediately after, Minister Fudge said helplessly, "Ministry of Magic salaries are definitely higher than most jobs. The Weasley family is not rich, mainly because they don't know how to manage their property, but also because they have so many children..."

Fish counted on his fingers, then nodded approvingly and said, "Sounds too nya to me."

"Well, then the Ministry of Magic salary will never be less, do you want to think about it? Maybe you can even become the Minister of Magic in the future."

"Well... but, there are other people who asked Fish to work with them in the future nya..."

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The kitten scratched his fur anxiously, with a worried expression.

In addition to Fudge's requests, there was the mean old man who wanted him to become principal, Trelawney, who had lately been urging Fish to become a fortune teller, Newt, who thought he would succeed in the field of magical animals, Sandru, who had invited him to join the Skeleton Dancers, and Fish, who now worked as a gold salesman for the Weasley Tricksters....

Thus, the Ministry of Magic was not likely to be Fish's first choice in terms of proximity, opportunity, and personal treatment.

Professor McGonagall came to his aid in the nick of time. "Fish is still young," she smiled, stroking the cat's head. "It's not too late to think about this sort of thing, and Hogwarts will have careers guidance in fifth year."

"Hahaha, you're right," Minister Fudge said with a snort, as he didn't expect to corner Fish at his side all of a sudden, "I'm just impatient."

"Minerva, a little glass of violet water for you."

Just then, Miss Rosmerta approached with a tray of four drinks and placed the smallest, purple one in front of Professor McGonagall.

"Thank you," Professor McGonagall nodded slightly.

There was a particularly large mead, obviously ordered by Hagrid, followed by Professor Flitwick's iced soda with cherry syrup, and Minister Fudge's red currant rum.

"Thank you, Rosmerta, dear." As Madam Rosmerta poured the drinks, Fudge said, "I must say, it's good to see you again. You can have one too, can't you? Come and join us in..."

Apparently, Minister Fudge and a certain "Boy Who Lived" shared the same taste.

"Oh, thank you very much, Minister."

There was no reason for Madam Rosmerta to turn down the opportunity to pet the cat and get some information from Fudge, and she quickly brought another glass of red currant rum and sat down next to Fish....

Minister Fudge, who was sitting directly across from Fish, felt a little regretful.

"What brings you here, Minister?"

After teasing Fish for a while, Madam Rosmerta turned to Fudge and asked for information.

Fudge looked around to make sure no one else was around and then whispered, "What else, my dear, but Sirius Black? I suppose you've heard about what happened at school on Halloween eve."

"I've heard some rumors." admitted Mrs. Rosmerta with a nod of her head.

Professor McGonagall looked sternly at Fish and then at Hagrid, as if to confirm which of them had leaked the information.

"Nya?"

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Fish cocked his head, looking confused at Professor McGonagall, and Hagrid looked confused.

In fact, there was no need for the two of them to reveal the secret. Mrs. Rosmerta had already found out from other students. Teenagers would always try to attract the attention of the beautiful opposite sex.

Then, Mrs. Rosmerta began to complain about the Dementors.

"Rosmerta, dear, I don't like them either." Fudge said awkwardly, "It's a necessary precaution...I just ran into a few more...and they keep..."

He glanced at Fish, who was exchanging glances with Professor McGonagall.

"Well... and they were very upset, Dumbledore won't let them on the castle grounds, and they were beaten up by Fish earlier."

"They deserved it!" Professor McGonagall immediately defended her cat, "Attacking Hogwarts students on the Quidditch pitch! Who knows what they might have done if Fish and Dumbledore hadn't done something! How are we supposed to teach if we've got those horrible things hanging around?!"

"Yes, yes!" interjected Professor Flitwick.

"However," argued Fudge, "They're here to protect us all from a much more terrible threat...we all know what Black can do..."

"Harry fell straight off his flying broom," said Professor McGonagall sarcastically, "If they had been let into Hogwarts, I'm afraid it wouldn't have taken Black for Harry to die."

"Right! And that time on the train, Harry, Neville and Ginny were terrified of Dementors." Fish interjected, taking a stab at Harry's heart in the process, "Even if Harry had learned the Patronus Charm now, he's not capable of fighting a Boggart transformed into a Dementor!"

Harry, who was listening from a distance, was embarrassed, but no one could see his face since he was under his invisibility cloak.

Fudge looked a little embarrassed by the accusations, and thought it was a deliberate attempt by Dumbledore to undermine his authority.

"You know, I still can't believe it..."

Madam Rosmerta, seeing that the atmosphere was a bit rarefied, took the floor to change the subject.

"Of all the people who've gone over to the Dark Side, Sirius Black is the only one I would never have expected ... I mean, I remember him from when I was at Hogwarts. If you had told me then what he would have become, I would have told you that you had drunk too much mead."

"You don't know the half of it, Rosmerta." Fudge said sharply, "Few people know the worst things they've done."

To prove that Black was far more dangerous than the Dementors, he decided to tell Madam Rosmerta more details of the time.

"The worst?" Mrs. Rosmerta's voice was filled with curiosity, "You mean worse than killing so many innocents?"

"Of course."

Fudge shook his head slightly and tried to explain something else to Mrs. Rosmerta.

"Just a moment, Mr. Fudge."

At that moment, Professor McGonagall, who was also in earshot, stopped him, ignoring Fudge's disgruntled look and instead pursing her lips at the confused-looking kitten.

"What are you trying to say? don't try to keep it from Fish."

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Seeing Professor McGonagall's face, Fish guessed what she was thinking, and immediately shook his little fist in protest.

Considering that Fish's hearing was so powerful that it wouldn't be easy to hide the matter from him at the Three Broomsticks unless he was thrown out right now, Professor McGonagall hesitated and nodded.

But she had to give Fish a warning.

"You mustn't tell anyone what you've heard... especially Harry!" said Professor McGonagall seriously.

The kitten glanced at the discreetly extending ears at the base of the wall and nodded heavily.

"Don't worry Minerva! Fish's mouth is tight."

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