Chapter 642: God Is a Cat (Edited)

It was already late, but the streets of central London were still crowded with pedestrians, buying items they would soon need for Christmas.

At that moment, a loud, clear, and sharp meow came from the sky, and the crowd stopped dead in their tracks and looked up.

"Strange? Where did that cat's meow come from?"

A Muggle woman looked around in confusion and was surprised to find that not only around her, but also at the other end of the street, people stood still and gazed at the sky in the same manner as she did.

Coincidence?

The Muggle murmured in her mind.

"Nya~"

A second meow sounded, but this time the Muggle woman couldn't think about the origin of the meow. Like everyone else on the street, she looked up at the moon hanging high in the sky with astonishment.

The moon hung in the sky, a mere crescent, hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, but now it pierced through the clouds and shone brighter than the full moon or even the morning sun.

The cold, watery moonlight fell from the sky, illuminating the entire center of London as if it were daytime, and the buildings, cars, and people underneath were covered in a soft white veil.

"Oh God, God has appeared!"

A devout Christian, after a moment of stunned silence, suddenly shouted, crossed himself, clasped his hands under his nose, and began to pray in murmurs.

The other Muggles also woke up in horror and imitated his behavior one after another. Some of the present, who were not Christians, preferred not to argue with them and prayed to their gods in their own way.

Wherever they didn't look, countless small animals emerged from the corners of houses and streets, even the sewer rats, silently coming out just to gaze at the crescent moon in the sky.

"Nya~"

The cat's meow continued, resonating through the streets of central London far and wide.

At the same time, moonlight drops fell from the sky, and everyone caught in the rain felt a sense of peace as if all their troubles had left them.

Moreover, all those who were injured or sick could feel their bodies rapidly recovering, except for those who couldn't regrow their broken limbs, and they all found themselves healthier than ever after the moonlight rain.

"It's really God/Buddha/Allah... appearing!"

Many of the skeptical Muggles fell to their knees and confessed their sins to their gods.

But as they confessed their sins, they also had a small doubt in their minds...

Is God/Buddha/Allah... a cat?

This treacherous thought passed through their minds and was quickly shaken off by the Muggles.

"Nya~"

As the last of the cat's meows faded away, the rain, which had only been a light drizzle, stopped, and the crescent moon in the sky collected its light and hid behind the clouds again.

The streets of London, which had remained still for a few moments, came to life, with countless people surprised by the state of their health, and some journalists, after a moment of silence, rushing to contact their publishers and wondering why they had forgotten to take pictures.

On the rooftop of St. Mungo's, Fish shook the water off his head and stared at the Longbottoms.

In the expectant gaze of Fish, Frank Longbottom opened his mouth and said timidly, "Mom... Darling...".

And beside him, Alice Longbottom took the elderly Longbottom's hand and pronounced Neville's name.

In an instant, the elderly Longbottom, who had a strong character, burst into tears.

Apart from the Longbottoms, all the other patients improved, and some of those who had been relieved by Fish were cured, except for the unfortunate one who had been bitten by a werewolf.

The remaining patients and their friends and relatives gathered and cheered, expressing incoherent gratitude to the cat.

Fish, however, was still not entirely satisfied.

"They're not all cured yet, nya..."

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Fish, who had done everything possible, was a little disappointed, but soon cheered up again.

"Then Fish will do it again!"

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"Wait a moment! Fish!"

The director of St. Mungo's, the elderly Longbottom, and Mr. Weasley interrupted Fish.

"Not again," Mr. Weasley pointed bitterly at the frantic Muggles below. "If you keep going like this, the Ministry of Magic will really come after you... I'm afraid Percy will have his hands full for the rest of the day."

On the other hand, the Director also advised, "Don't worry about them, Fish. I'm sure we'll also cure these patients once they're in remission."

And the elderly Longbottom approached and hugged Fish, saying, "That's enough, let the healers at St. Mungo's try first, and if they still can't recover, I'll take Frank and Alice and look for a place where they can be helped without the Muggles finding out."

Seeing that everyone was dissuading him, and because Fish was a little worried that Professor McGonagall would return to lecture him, Fish had to withdraw his hand with regret.

Once Fish, Harry, and the Weasleys left, everyone at St. Mungo's sprang into action.

In any case, Fish's actions violated the Ministry's secrecy laws, and although the Muggles didn't know that Fish had done it, the Ministry would get into a big mess if they pursued it.

In fact, if they had known that Fish would cause such a commotion, they wouldn't have let Fish try it in the first place, and even if they had, they would have had to find a more secluded place.

But there was no point in regretting it now, and the director of St. Mungo's believed that the Ministry should be more tolerant of Fish's good intentions, and decided to write to Minister Fudge later to explain the situation.

There were many people who thought the same way, and they all had some connection to the Ministry, so soon Fudge and many of the most powerful officials of the Ministry received numerous letters pleading for mercy for Fish.

"What are they trying to do?!"

Cornelius Fudge looked at the stack of letters in front of him and growled angrily.

At first, he had no intention of pursuing Fish's actions, but when a large group of owls arrived with envelopes, he suddenly woke up...

Was this Dumbledore's way of doing a favor to these people through Fish?

Fudge, already blinded by power, no longer saw this as an attempt to speak well of Fish but as a demonstration by Dumbledore.

Especially after seeing the letter from the restored Broderick Bode, Fudge felt his heart skip a beat...

Even the Unspeakable had been bribed by Dumbledore!

He didn't believe Broderick Bode's claim that he had been attacked by Death Eaters, that Sturgis Podmore had been captured earlier in the Department of Mysteries, and that Arthur Weasley had been injured nearby... Dumbledore must be planning something!

In matters of power, Fudge's mind became particularly cunning, and he used these clues to quickly point the finger at Dumbledore, or rather, Voldemort, as the target.

So Fudge didn't hesitate to order his men to reinforce the Department of Mysteries, even if it meant taking some of them away to deal with the public opinion of Muggles.

Even though he didn't even know why Dumbledore valued the Department of Mysteries, Fudge would oppose anything Dumbledore wanted to do.

Having done that, Fudge looked back at the stack of letters in front of him.

After staring at them for a long time, Fudge finally made his decision...

To blame Dumbledore!

If it hadn't been for his permission, how could Fish have left the school to go to St. Mungo's and cause such a problem?!