Chapter 487 The beetle enters the urn
Maybe Robert's actions were too embarrassing.
Crookshanks' pie, who couldn't stand it, had disgust written all over his face.
Robert, "???" Crookshanks, you actually dislike me? !
Your dried fish are all baked by my...house elf! If you keep doing this, I won’t feed you any more fish.
Suddenly, Crookshanks' big face became serious and serious. He stared at a certain place on the wall, his whole body arched, and he let out a low cry.
Still half-hanging on the wall, Robert was kicking his hind legs unconsciously, looking confused.
Hey, wait a minute, Crookshanks! I was just thinking randomly, please don't be impulsive!
However, cats will not be swayed by the will of the poop shoveler. Crookshanks let out a strange scream, and his huge body weighing nearly 10 pounds was really like a strong tiger, pounced on Robert's head.
Robert was startled at first, but then calmed down. It turned out that he was not here to catch him, so that would be no problem.
Just as he was thinking about it, Crookshanks' paw pressed on a certain position on the fruit bowl oil painting. Robert looked up and saw a fat beetle being pressed on the oil painting with a "snap".
Robert seemed to hear a woman's painful and desperate scream.
Crookshanks, who was sure to hit with one hit, twisted his body in the air, and then used the momentum of his fall to land firmly on the ground. In his claws, a half-dead beetle was already unconscious.
"Crookshanks!" Hermione exclaimed. She was shocked just now. What did her cat do?
Stepped on the oil painting on the wall?
Hermione was overjoyed at first, "Oh my God, Crookshanks, you are so awesome! You can jump so high!"
Crookshanks raised his big head and was praised by the shit shoveler. He was very happy.
Hermione ran over and wanted to hug it, but was stopped by Robert.
Robert, who finally jumped off the wall, swore that until he learned the various stunts of cats, he would not do such a shameful thing even if he was killed!
"Wait, Crookshanks seems to have caught the Watcher for you." Robert pointed to its claws, "That's the beetle."
Hermione was stunned for a moment, then picked up Crookshanks and checked its claws. Sure enough, there was a small, dark and chubby beetle lying on the flesh pad.
"What is this?" Hermione was confused for a moment, then asked with some uncertainty, "Animagus? Why don't I remember that there are beetles in the registered Animagus? They are not ravens, rabbits, Cats and puppies?”
Robert nodded, "That's a good question, but don't forget that we are both illegal Animagus."
Hermione blinked awkwardly, then looked serious, "No, we are just Animagus who haven't logged in yet. After all, ahem, Animagus potions also have a failure rate, right?"
Robert scratched his head, it seemed like this.
but……
Why does he feel like this is serious nonsense?
should……
He looked at Hermione, who was looking down at the beetle.
Is it an illusion?
After playing with the beetle for a while, Hermione didn't know what to do with it.
It was impossible to kill. After all, this was a person, not a real beetle. Although the beetle often came to Gryffindor Tower uninvited and peeped, which violated many people's privacy, but Let Hermione kill someone...
She really couldn't do this kind of thing.
His eyes lit up and an idea came to his mind, "How about raising it?"
"Raise it?" Robert wondered, "Like raising a cat?"
Hermione shook her head, "Have you ever been to an insectarium? They keep insects in glass tanks!"
Robert's eyes fell on the beetle, "So, you want to imprison it?"
"This is not a prison!" Hermione stated her position righteously, "We don't know whether it is a good person or a bad person, a man or a woman, so! Before we can figure out its identity and position, we must lock it up! This is Keep ourselves safe!”
"If you think so." Robert gave her an encouraging look, "I feel very relieved."
Hermione looked at him suspiciously, "I think you were taking advantage of me with what you just said."
Robert's eyelids twitched, "How is that possible? It's your illusion!"
Hermione became even more suspicious.
"If you want to raise an insect, it is so small. If you raise it in a glass tank, what will you do if it runs away?" Robert quickly changed the topic, "What do you think if it hides in the leaves when changing the water for her to feed? Below, you threw it away..."
Hermione waved her hand and said nonchalantly, "Of course we won't use such a big glass jar!"
"Huh?"
"To deal with this kind of peeping tom, you should lock it in a small space so that it can't get out!" Hermione took out a sugar bowl, opened the cap, threw the beetle in, and then twisted the cap.
Robert swallowed and laughed dryly, "Hermione, I think you should give it some room to breathe, otherwise, it will die."
Hermione frowned and looked at the jar in her hand. After thinking for a while, she stretched out her wand and tapped on the lid. After a while, the top of the lid changed shape and turned into small leaking holes.
"That's no problem!" Hermione put the candy jar in her hand on the table with a bang. The beetle in the jar woke up from her actions, as if it didn't realize its current situation. Ms. Beetle waved the little With short legs, it swam around the bottom of the jar in a panic.
Hermione looked at the beetle in the jar curiously. She shook her right hand slightly, and the beetle began to spin dizzyingly along the wall of the jar.
"It's exactly the same as a real beetle." Hermione exclaimed, "Why did it turn into a beetle? Could it be... that this is a follower of Voldemort? Someone who came to Hogwarts specifically to eavesdrop on information?!"
She was frightened by her words and quickly looked at Robert, "Let's give it to Principal Dumbledore!"
Robert was a little confused by her imagination. Are you kidding me, a follower of Voldemort? For someone as flamboyant as Rita Skeeter, could Voldemort also like her?
With Mr. Vo's pride, if he could accept Rita Skeeter into the Death Eaters, then wizards all over the world would be able to meet the criteria for joining.
Hey, wait a minute.
Robert suddenly remembered something, it seemed...Rita Skeeter was also a pureblood?
You know that a student council president-level figure like Penelo was thrown into Azkaban and brutally murdered because he was a mixed-race. Why did Rita Skeeter continue to be alive and kicking?
Just her baseless news reports?
Therefore, pure blood is her gold medal to avoid death, and most people will forgive her for this reason.
Hey, thinking about it, the more Robert looked at the beetle, the more wrong his eyes became.
Old aunt, could it be that...you really took refuge in Voldemort?
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