Chapter 908 Playing Cat

Narrowing his panda eyes, Mr. Raccoon kept using his little paws to show that he was definitely not a greedy civet, and tonight was just an accident.

"Okay, okay, we already know." He stroked the raccoon cat again. It felt a bit hard, not as soft and fluffy as a plush toy, but damn, the more he stroked it, the more addictive it became.

"Speaking of it, Shikoku is indeed known as the country of civet cats. I didn't expect to see civet cats here." Murakami Takashi extended his sinful hand, but was slapped away in disgust.

Murakami was stunned, "Hey, Tanuki-kun, what's wrong with you! Didn't you hold my hand just now and refused to let go? Why did you suddenly..."

As he spoke, he showed a heartbroken expression, "You actually like the new and hate the old!"

However, the civet cat only gave him the back view of the bamboo hat.

"There are no fur balls!" Robert kept moving his hands, and the more he stroked, the more shocked he became, "I have also rubbed hair balls on our white tiger!"

"Although it's called a tanuki, it's not a cat!" Murakami couldn't help complaining, "It's a canine! Canine!"

Robert didn't seem to hear what he said, still rubbing his hands excitedly, "Even the phoenix has a hair ball! But the civet cat doesn't!"

Murakami looked at him doubtfully, "Principal Dumbledore still allows you to touch his phoenix?"

"Of course." Robert nodded, "Fox will also stroke its feathers for those students who are skilled in skills."

"Excellent hand skills?!" Murakami was shocked, "That's a phoenix! Does it like to be touched like a kitten?"

"Yes." Robert said matter-of-factly, "What else do you think?"

Murakami's expression was hard to describe.

After playing with the civet cat, the two of them were ready to go back to the house and sleep.

Now that the source of the drumming sound has been found, which is the sound of a civet cat slapping its belly, they can rest easy.

At least it's not something weird.

However, the drunken raccoon cat didn't think so. Seeing the two of them trying to leave, it stumbled, burrowed into Robert's arms, and stopped moving.

Robert:? ? ?

Why are you so skilled!

After looking at each other, the little wizards had no choice but to take Mr. Tanuki back to the room.

Early in the morning, Hermione woke up from her sleep.

She yawned.

Yuko has finished washing and is arranging her hair at the dressing table.

Hermione stared blankly for a while before realizing that it was time to get up!

After hurriedly washing up, she took out her cosmetics from her backpack and prepared to use Muggle magic. At this moment, Yuko suddenly asked, "Hermione, do you want to try on neon traditional clothes?" "

"Huh?" Hermione looked at the clothes Yuko handed over with a confused look on her face.

Robert took a branch and poked some round creature on the ground.

The other party shrank in shame, put the straw hat on his back on his head, and instantly acted like a cow.

"Ah ha, little guy, that won't work." Robert said with a smile, "You were so drunk last night that you made our dormitory a mess."

Hearing this, Mr. Tanuki shrank himself under the hat again.

What a shame!

Murakami held up his wand with an unlucky look, sprayed scented medicine around the bedroom, and released several small tornadoes. He opened the window and threw out the tornadoes mixed with all kinds of filth. Only then did the air in the room take on a new look. .

"I told you, you shouldn't have brought it back!" Murakami rolled his eyes. "You will make the waiter think we are doing something strange in the room!"

Robert disagreed, "What weird things can we do in the room! Long, you are overthinking it. The waiter will only think that we are sloppy. Besides, haven't you already used magic to clean the room? Absolutely not. questionable."

"For example, murder and dismemberment!" Murakami Takashi suddenly became interested, "Yes, if this is a secret room, only murder and dismemberment would have such a smell!"

Robert turned to look at him with a strange expression, "Then you may need to check out of the room first and let the bacteria multiply in the warm air for a while. In about three to five days, you will be wanted nationwide."

Murakami coughed twice and said, "Don't worry, I'm just joking."

Robert shrugged noncommittally and stopped teasing the poor little guy. Instead, he asked, "We are going out and won't be back until night. Little guy, finish the bread on the table and leave!"

With that said, Robert was about to go out with Murakami. However, before he could stand up completely, his trouser legs were pulled down. The little guy who had not dared to show his face before looked at him pitifully, as if he was begging?

Robert was a little curious, what was going on with the little raccoon cat? Why are you making a request to yourself, a wizard?

So, he used animal communication skills and began to communicate with this little guy. After a while, he looked at Takashi Murakami with a strange expression, "It asked us to help it find its friends."

Murakami Takashi refused without hesitation, "We don't have time to look for a lost tanuki. Although Naruto is not large, it is full of mountains. The tanuki-kun's friends might have ran into the forest. In that case , how are we going to search? Set fire to the mountain?"

Robert said he heard a very unpleasant word.

"Anyway, that's it." Murakami Takashi looked at the little tanuki and said seriously, "It's not that we don't want to help, but we also have things we need to do, not to mention the shrine... just looking for the missing client. It’s also a very troublesome thing.”

"Speaking of the client." Robert remembered something. "It seems that the two guys I met in the art museum were looking for Mr. Ishii."

Murakami nodded, "Yes, but under the circumstances like yesterday, there was no way we could talk to those two people, right?"

On the contrary, just a large amount of blood suddenly running out of a painting is not something that can be explained by science. Since science cannot explain it, it can only be explained by metaphysics.

Mr. Ohno, the exorcist who solved the problem immediately, will naturally be warmly received by the curator of the museum.

The young wizards had no choice but to leave with the other tourists. If they stayed there, not only would they not be able to approach the two middle-aged men to inquire about information, they might even expose the fact that they and others were wizards.

"So, are we still going to the art museum today?" Robert asked, "Although what happened yesterday may be known to many people... but if we pretend to be tourists who just arrived today..."

Murakami curled his lips, "Okay, let's see if yesterday's news was published in the newspaper first, and then we make a decision. By the way, I still want to try this kind of hotel delicacies. I heard that during breakfast , you can see their daughters serving you in the future.”