Chapter 91: Rejuvenation (Edited)

"I'm exhausted, meow..."

Under Professor McGonagall's supervision, Fish finally finished the task, tossed his quill aside and slumped forward on the table, pretending to be dying.

"Fish is a good boy, and as a reward, how about we go to the kitchen and get something to eat?"

Professor McGonagall smiled as she sorted Fish's finished homework and set it aside, while gently coaxing the pouting kitten.

"Yes!" ?(●ΦωΦ●)?

Fish sprang to life and leapt out of the chair.

Professor McGonagall, who had finished with her business, took Fish by the hand and led him outside.

When they reached the top of the staircase, Fish heard a soft, heavy footstep coming from the top of the opposite staircase, and paused curiously to see where it was coming from.

"What is it?"

Professor McGonagall, whose hearing was no match for Fish's cat hearing, noticed that Fish had suddenly gone still and looked down curiously to ask.

"Someone's coming down, meow," Fish pointed across the staircase, "And it's not Big Eyes."

As he said this, the nose on his face gradually changed to the pink inverted triangle nose of a cat, and he sniffed.

"It's Professor Greasehead, meow."

Barely Fish confirmed the other's scent, and Snape limped down the opposite staircase.

"Good evening, Severus."

Professor McGonagall looked at Snape's injured foot, then nodded and greeted him.

"Good evening Professor Greasehead!"(●ΦωΦ●)?

"Fish! Didn't I tell you to call people by their first names?" scolded Professor McGonagall, knowing that Fish wouldn't be able to change such a habit for a while, but she had to say it anyway.

"Good evening, Minerva... and Fish."

Like everyone else, Snape was used to being called by the nickname Fish, and he nodded nonchalantly before continuing downstairs.

Then Fish tugged at his robe.

"Let's go to the kitchen and get something to eat!" Fish invited, not thinking anything complicated, just thinking it would be more fun with more people around.

But Snape was stunned, because a long, long time ago, a girl with the same green eyes had invited him to do the same thing.

"Yes."

Professor Snape nodded his head and agreed....

Professor McGonagall was taken aback.

Snape, the most excellent teacher of Occlumency, met Professor McGonagall's suspicious and inquisitive gaze and, showing no embarrassment whatsoever, walked past them calmly and as usual.

"Professor Greasehead, did you go through the trap door on the fourth floor too, meow?"

Fish, who was unaware of the atmosphere around him, walked up to Snape and gave him a couple of sniffs, saying confidently, "He bit your foot Fluffy, his saliva tastes sour and is very hard to wash off!"

As he spoke, Fish flashed a look of disgust. He remembered the smell of saliva that lingered on his body for days after Fluffy accidentally licked him.

The cat nose on his face, meanwhile, had turned into a human nose.

"Severus?"

Professor McGonagall, who had also had a hand in designing the trapdoor, knew what was hidden there, and at the moment she couldn't be bothered to investigate Snape's unusual behavior.

Professor McGonagall's gaze turned stern and she glared at Snape, and while she didn't want to doubt Snape, she needed an explanation of what was going on.

"All I can say is that Albus knew too." replied Snape, pursing his lips.

Dumbledore had not told the other professors about Quirrell and Voldemort, but only Snape, because the other professors were too straight and only Snape could work with Dumbledore on his savior project without hesitation.

Although Snape himself did not want to cooperate, he could not stand Dumbledore's pestering and his love for Lily.

"I'll check with Albus."

Trusting Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall nodded and did not press the issue.

"Meow?" ?ω?

The conversation between the two was confusing to Fish, who raised his fists in the air and puffed out his cheeks in disgust, "What are you two talking about? why can't I understand?" (●ΦДΦ●)?

"We're talking about..." Professor McGonagall patted Fish's head, expertly changing the subject, "When did you enter the trapdoor on the fourth floor?"

Professor McGonagall narrowed her eyes and asked Fish, staring at him.

"What's a trapdoor? Fish doesn't even know what you're talking about..."

Fish, who was worried that Professor McGonagall was still bothering him, began to change the subject just as skillfully. "By the way, Minerva! Let me show you something, meow!"

"Oh? What is it?"

With no intention of pursuing Fish, Professor McGonagall asked with a small smile.

"Hey!" (?ΦωΦ?)つ

Fish reached out and touched Professor Snape's body, and a green glow appeared in the wound on his leg, and continued to surround it.

"This is..."

As he felt the pain in his leg quickly disappear, a look of surprise appeared on Snape's face.

"Rejuvenation, meow!" Fish tilted his head in triumph, "It's good for healing wounds!"

"Fish is amazing."

Having raised Fish for so long, Professor McGonagall knew that every now and then Fish mastered the odd spell, so she wasn't too surprised, but stroked Fish's little head and congratulated him, secretly giving his cat ears a squeeze.

After a brief moment of surprise, Snape quickly regained his composure, his lips parted slightly, and he thanked Fish in a voice so faint that even Professor McGonagall couldn't hear him.

But for Fish, with his cat ears, that was enough.

"You're welcome, Meow!" Fish patted his chest airily, "Come to me if you get hurt in the future, I can heal you!"

The corners of Snape's mouth twitched slightly and he said nothing.

Just as the three of them reached the kitchen door, Snape scratched the pear of his frame, pushed open the door and entered.

"Master Fish!"

Comey was the first to head for the door, shouting shrilly, "And Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, welcome!"

"Pfft--!!!!"

"Ahem! Cough, cough, cough..."

Some of the young wizards who had snuck into the kitchen to get something to eat spat out whatever was in their mouths at Comey's shout.

They looked toward the door with horrified expressions, and there were two familiar figures standing next to the charming cat-eared Fish.

The young wizards' faces turned ashen as if they had seen the end of the world.

"Ahem..." Professor McGonagall cleared her throat, "Boys."

"Yes, yes, Professor!"

The unfortunate boys stood up and awaited Professor McGonagall's judgment with despair on their faces.

"Boys...you should come back when you've finished eating and not wander around outside."

Professor McGonagall had no intention of chasing after them, after all she had Fish with her, and although Fish's situation was different, Professor McGonagall could do nothing to take points away from anyone in this situation.

The young wizards cheered for a moment, then looked warily the other way, not forgetting that here was Professor Snape, and as non-Slytherin students, they weren't going to take any chances.

But to their surprise, Professor Snape merely frowned and, rather than impose additional punishment, sought out a table with Professor McGonagall and Fish.

"He..."

The young wizards, who suspected they were dreaming, pinched each other, but were even more overwhelmed by the confirmation that it was all real.

But they were shocked, but they had some sense.

"Let's go back!"

The young wizards ran out of the kitchen.

"Meow? don't they eat anymore, meow?" (●ΦωΦ●)?

Fish tried to invite them over, but was unexpectedly turned down.

"No, no, no, no, no!"

"We're already full!"

The young wizards waved their hands and fled from the kitchen.

"It's weird... Don't you usually eat with Fish?" ?ω?

Fish cocked his head to the side and quickly turned his attention back to the food, tearing into it left and right.

"Minerva! This is really good." ?(●ΦωΦ●)?