Master Druid in Hogwarts.

Amidst the excitement and anxiety of the young wizards, time flew by and it quickly reached the hour of three-thirty in the afternoon as Fish followed the rest of the Gryffindors out of the castle and onto the grassy area between Hogwarts castle and the Forbidden Forest.

The Slytherin students were already waiting there, and twenty-one flying brooms were lined up neatly on the ground next to them.

Gryffindors and Slytherins had always hated each other, except Fish.

The new Slytherin students greeted Fish with a smile, and the next moment their faces elongated and they gave the other Gryffindors a cold, contemptuous look.

In the past, the young lions would have had to show some attitude in return.

But now that they had two special people, Harry and Fish, the new Gryffindors decided not to be bothered by the jealous Slytherins, and with their chins raised proudly, they flanked the two to the other side of the broom.

Soon after, Mrs. Hooch, the teacher of the flying lessons, arrived.

She first gave the new students a stern look with her eagle-yellow eyes, but when she saw Fish, her expression softened considerably.

"There he is again...," Ron muttered in a whisper, as the most insignificant member of a family of many children, he was envious of Fish's ability to get everyone to coddle him.

"Well, what are you all waiting for?" Mrs. Hooch's voice was loud and clear, as if she had used an amplification spell, "Everyone get over to a flying broom. Come on, come on, hurry up."

Fish, ignorant, followed the example of the others and approached a flying broom, bending down and picking it up without waiting for Mrs. Hooch's command.

Taking the broom in his hand and feeling the firmness in his palm, Fish licked his lips unconsciously.

The small tongue found its way between his teeth and Fish opened his mouth slightly, hesitating for a moment before resisting the urge to take a bite of the broom.

Remembering the cover of Minerva's book, which he had torn off, he put the broom between his legs, just as he remembered it.

Hmm? why didn't it fly?

Fish cocked his head to one side, confused, and frowned.

Before Mrs. Hooch could correct him, Fish had slapped the wooden handle of the broom, "Come on, fly meow!"(#ΦωΦ)シ.

After being slapped by Fish, the broom was instantly stimulated and shot off like a rocket, carrying Fish on his broom 100 feet in the air.

"Stop!", Mrs. Hooch's face went pale as she screamed from below.

But the irritated broom didn't care, and once she reached a height of about forty meters, she began to flail wildly, as if trying to throw the student who had dared to offend her.

"Meow, ha ha ha ha ha ha!" o(*≧▽≦*)o However, this level of agitation was nothing to Fish, who sat happily on his broom with his fists in the air and a gleeful laugh came out of his mouth.

After a while, as if that wasn't enough for him, he rested his hands on the wooden handle of the broom, swung his legs up in a twist, crouched down and dropped his legs as he was fully upside down, and stood directly on top of the broom.

The flying broom was now completely enraged, and swung wildly, zigzagging through the branches and leaves of the trees in an attempt to throw Fish off its back.

Fish's balance, in human form and with shoes on, really couldn't take the swinging of the flying broom, and it still hurt when the branches hit him.

So, just as he was about to fall, he transformed back into his cat form, crouched over the wooden handle of the broom, his sharp claws emerged from the flesh cushions, gripped the handle firmly, and applied the spider-step spell.

This way, even if the broom had been turned upside down, it would not have been able to throw Fish, and with his body shrunken, the branches would not have been able to hit him, so the broom could not do anything to Fish.

After "sitting firmly" on the broom again, Fish began to try to control it.

It wasn't that he was scared, the main thing was that this kind of flying that was out of his control got a little boring after flying for a while.

The flying broom seemed to have resigned itself to its fate and, after realizing there was nothing he could do about it, Fish merely tried to wiggle his body a bit and it obediently redirected itself.

"Meow!", Fish craned his neck excitedly and meowed, then took control of the broom to launch herself into the sky.

"Fish! Don't be afraid. Find a chance to jump here," Unaware that Fish had subdued her broom, Lady Hooch, after telling the others not to move, quickly jumped on one of the brooms and gave chase.

Hearing Lady Hooch's cry, Fish looked around and saw his on another broom, following close behind.

"Meow!", Fish meowed to Lady Hooch, then turned around, pressed his body down and took control of his broom in a sharp dive, instantly putting a good distance between himself and Lady Hooch.

Well, even though Fish had heard what Mrs. Hooch had yelled, he was only a kitten, so it made sense that he wouldn't be able to understand complex human language, right?

The short-haired teacher looked like she was planning to play with me, just like the little professor.

That's right, that must be it (=ΦωΦ=)!

As Fish sailed his flying broom through the towers of Hogwarts Castle, Lady Hooch followed behind him, sweating profusely.

Whether it was her affinity for animals or her duty as a teacher, Lady Hooch was worried that something might happen to Fish.

Until now, she had thought that the flying broom was out of control and that the occasional meow of the cat in front of her was a cry for help.

Aside from Mrs. Hooch, the young wizards who were also participating in the flying lesson were also in the dark, each of them worriedly watching the two flying brooms in the sky and praying for Fish's safety.

The commotion had even alerted some teachers and students who were temporarily absent from school to poke their heads out of the windows, including Professor McGonagall.

Unlike the others, Professor McGonagall understood that Fish's cries were not cries for help, but the boy's cry of excitement after having had a good time.

"Fish! Stop now," Although she didn't know what was going on, Professor McGonagall could guess that it was probably Fish who was up to no good, and she stuck half her body out the window and screamed at the top of her lungs at Fish, who was still flying with Miss Hooch.

"Meow?", When Fish heard Professor McGonagall's voice, he knew something was wrong, but instead of stopping, he took control of his broom and flew towards the owl hut.

He hadn't thought about it before when he was having too much fun, but after Professor McGonagall's voice calmed him down, Fish immediately thought of the tower the mean old man had prevented him from entering.

He didn't really want to try to catch an owl, he just wanted to confront the mean old man.

"Oh, no!", Professor McGonagall panicked when she saw where Fish had flown.

Dumbledore, who had been standing by the window of the Headmaster's room watching the drama, also turned pale, as he hurried to the owl hut, using 'Apparition'.

However, when Dumbledore arrived at the owl hut, he found that the situation inside was not exactly what he expected.

The flying broom hovered in the center of the shed, with Fish in the shape of a cat crouched over it and several owls standing beside it, the owls to its left and right preening it with their crooked beaks, and Fish licking its feathers in response.

(?v?) (?v?) (=ΦωΦ=) (?v?) (?v?) (?v?) (?v?)

In fact, it was because of the animal affinity that Fish was able to catch the owls in the first place, and until he showed his intention to attack, the owls would not be on the defensive with him.

"Oh... well, I seem to have worried too much," Dumbledore muttered as he straightened his glasses on the bridge of his crooked nose at the harmonious scene before him.

But then he thought that perhaps this was a deliberate attempt by Fish to get him to let his guard down before eating an owl.

Dumbledore, who had fought Fish many times, knew how cunning the little cat could be.....

Of course, it was a far cry from Dumbledore himself.

"Fish, are you all right?!" Lady Hooch, on her flying broom, rushed into the owl hut after Fish, causing the owls inside to swoop down and scatter.

"Headmaster Dumbledore?", Lady Hooch was relieved to see Fish safe and sound on his flying broom before seeing the headmaster standing by the door.

"Good afternoon, Rolanda." Dumbledore greeted his with a smile, "Leave Fish to us, you'd better get back to your other students now."

"Auge!"

Professor McGonagall burst through the door of the owl hut before Dumbledore could finish speaking, the loud bang on the door sending the owls flying again.

"Fish!" nodding to Dumbledore and Lady Hooch, a dark-faced Professor McGonagall approached Fish, who was trembling with rage, "How dare you..."

However, in the middle of his sentence, Fish jumped off his broom, pounced on Professor McGonagall, and took human form in mid-air.

Professor McGonagall could only stop herself, and reached out his hands to catch Fish.

"Minerva!" Fish, who had leapt at Professor McGonagall, pointed to the flying broom behind his and shouted, "I want that, meow!"

(●?ω?●)=?

Professor McGonagall flinched at that look from Fish and then snarled, "Don't even think about it! Besides! Twenty points off for Gryffindor."