Chapter 94: I didn't expect it! (Edited)

Fish wasn't lying, as Professor McGonagall had recently put him in "confinement," and since he didn't move around much due to the cold weather, he rarely received new snacks.

Of course, Fish's so-called "less" is only for the situation where he can't finish eating and can distribute it to others at will. Now, although it is not impossible to distribute it to others, it still needs to be carefully planned.

"We're not trying to eat your snacks..."

Harry and the others waved their hands with a smile, then backed up a few steps in unison.

"Oh... it's not that Fish is bad, it's just that there's not much left."

A relieved Fish rubbed his chest, hesitated for a moment, then explained to Harry and the others.

"Yes, yes, we know."

Harry and the others hadn't cared enough to dwell on it, and to keep Fish from straying further off topic, Harry took the initiative to mention Fluffy, "By the way Fish, have you brought Fluffy any more food lately?"

"Yes, I just came back from his house, meow." Fish twitched his ears and headed for the bedroom, only to be stopped by Harry and the others

"What are you doing? Fish is going to bed."

Fish wrinkled his nose sadly, he had just eaten his fill and was already sleepy, and didn't want to waste any more time with Scarhead and the others.

Seeing Fish's tail start to wag and his face show impatience, Harry and Ron had lived with Fish for so long that they knew that if they continued to dawdle, Fish would run off to bed without a care in the world.

So they didn't bother with the approach they had discussed, and Ron, the most impatient of them all, sped up and asked, "Oh, it's just that we were talking about the trap door Fluffy was guarding, and we were wondering what was down there, and you and Fluffy are such good friends that you must have gone down there..."

"Meow?"

Fish froze for a moment and then slapped his thigh, "Yes! I forgot, meow!". ∑(●ΦΦДΦ●)

"Er... Fish, what do you mean by that?" Ron suddenly realized he had just done something stupid.

"It's that trap door, meow!"

Fish said, no longer sleep deprived, and folded his arms in exasperation, "That bad Fluffy, he won't let me go down to check it! Obviously, the bad old man and the stinky guy can go down! That day! If the bad old man hadn't stopped me, I would have made it!"

But his anger came and went quickly, and soon Fish was shaking his head in triumph, "But the big guy made it up to me later by taking me to the Forbidden Forest... and then Fish forgot all about it!"

Speaking of which, Fish patted his chest and said to Harry and the others, "I haven't seen the bad old man at Fluffy's house other than that day, and tomorrow night Fish will take you to him!"

"No, no, no, no! That won't be necessary."

Hermione, who obeyed the rules the most, was the first to react, she was surprised and waved her hands in denial, "We just asked casually, but we really don't want to know what's hidden inside!"

"Yes, yes, no need to bother you!"

Harry and Ron also came to their senses, if Professor McGonagall found out that they had inadvertently rekindled Fish's interest, they would probably be confined for a month like Fish, and their confinement would not be as privileged as Fish's.

"So, meow?" Fish looked distrustfully at the suddenly nervous Harry and nodded, "I'll come back tomorrow and tell you what's in there when I've had a look."

With that, he left the three behind and returned to his bedroom, turning into a small tabby cat and crawling under the covers, quickly falling asleep.

"It's over... We'll be scolded to death by Professor McGonagall..."

Hermione covered her face in despair, thinking about the possibility of being scolded by her idol, Professor McGonagall, the girl couldn't hold back the tears.

Harry and Ron rushed to comfort her.

"Don't worry, Hermione, I thought I heard Fish say that Fluffy had stopped him, so it's not certain he's going in," Harry said.

"Yeah, and that means Fish tried to get through the trapdoor a long time ago, but Professor McGonagall didn't hear about it either, so it probably won't be a problem this time," Ron said.

Under repeated reassurance from the two of them, Hermione wiped away her tears and then said goodnight a little embarrassed, and ran back to her room as if she were running away.

Harry and Ron looked at each other inexplicably, shrugged and yawned as they headed back to their dormitories, already sleepy from waiting for Fish in the Common Room.

The next day was as quiet and uneventful as usual.

After dinner in the Great Dining Hall, everyone hurried back to their dormitories to enjoy the warmth of the fire, as they usually did.

But Harry and Ron only stayed in the common room for a little while before Wood dragged them off to Quidditch practice, leaving Hermione in the common room with a nervous look on her face, keeping an eye on Fish, who was playing with his tail by the fireplace.

Worried about what might happen next, Hermione held up a book, but couldn't read it at all, and never turned the pages once opened...which was unthinkable for Hermione.

However, as worried as Hermione was, when the quidditch players returned from training, it was time for Fish's "confinement".

He shook out his fur, jumped out of his chair by the fireplace, landed lightly on the floor, and walked out of the Gryffindor dormitory with a brisk step.

"Minerva! If you have any homework to do today, get it out!" ?(●ΦwΦ●)?

Arriving in Professor McGonagall's office, Fish adopted a completely different demeanor than before.

Sitting at her desk, Professor McGonagall's eyes sharpened as she glared at Fish and asked, "What are you up to now, brat?"

"I don't have any bad ideas, meow!" ?(●ΦДΦ●)?

Fish defiantly protested, "I just promised to have dinner with Fluffy tonight, meow."

During this period of "confinement," Fish learned not only to write the assignment correctly, but also to understand why Minerva had always caught him when he lied, and he managed to learn some more advanced methods of lying.

For example, what he is currently using is to say half and leave half, and use a little thing that Professor McGonagall doesn't care too much about, to cover up what he really wants to do.

Evidently, Professor McGonagall had no idea that while she had managed to teach Fish how to do his homework, she had also taught the little smarty-pants more ways of doing things.

"Really? Well, you'll have to work faster today."

Professor McGonagall, who didn't notice anything, took the opportunity to give Fish a little pep talk.

"Meow, ha ha! Go ahead and do it. Today's Fish is the smartest, meow." (●ΦwΦ●)?

Fish ran to the desk, raised his head to Professor McGonagall triumphantly and secretly delighted.

You didn't expect it, Minerva, that Fish is so clever!