Chapter 182 Isn’t it natural for cats to hunt mice?
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He Dian Bai Kai Shui
Not long after Soul arrived at the Leaky Cauldron, Hermione followed him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Tom." Suer greeted the bar owner behind the counter. "We are here to see Harry. Is he in the room?"
Old Tom, who had few hairs on his head, was wiping the countertop with a gray-black rag. He raised his head when he heard the sound, "Who are you?"
He squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at Suer for a long time, as if he was recalling something.
"Mr. Bones, I remember you." Old Tom showed a mouth with most of his teeth missing.
"Mr. Potter? He will go out at noon. You can wait for him here. Do you want a glass of butterbeer?"
"Of course." Suer nodded, "But we want to stay here for one night. Is there any room available?"
Old Tom looked at Soul, and then glanced at Hermione next to Soul.
"Oh, of course there are rooms. Do you want a room? We have a double bed and a big bed big enough for two people."
"Two rooms will do, Mr. Tom."
Old Tom seemed a little surprised and glanced at Suer inexplicably, but nodded quickly and took out two keys from under the counter.
"It just so happens that there are two rooms available next to Mr. Potter, but one of them has a double bed, is that okay?"
Seeing Su Er nod, Old Tom walked out from behind the counter, "Come on, Mr. Bones, and this lady, please follow me."
The accommodation area of the Leaky Cauldron is completely different from the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade where Soul lived, and it is in sharp contrast to the dirty and messy appearance downstairs.
Although it is not very luxurious and the room is small, it is very clean and the bedding exudes the fragrance of being exposed to the sun. Obviously, someone comes here often to clean it.
Open the window from inside, and outside is the street where the Muggles are.
Although the accommodation cost for two rooms, which is close to one galleon a night, is expensive, it is generally worth the money.
Soul chose the one with two beds. He showed his gentlemanly spirit and left the only big bed room to Hermione.
Soon, the two of them went downstairs and found an empty seat in the hall. Hermione lost interest in it after taking a sip of the butterbeer that Soul ordered. She hugged Crookshanks and combed its hair.
Crookshanks purred happily.
They didn't have to wait long before Harry returned, followed by a worried-looking Ron Weasley.
"Harry, here." Suer's position was facing the direction of the backyard. He saw Harry's appearance at a glance and waved to him.
"Hi, Harry, Ron? Why are you here too?" Hermione turned around and saw Harry, and also saw Ron following Harry.
"Mr. Weasley brought him here to treat Ron's mouse," Harry explained.
"Scabbers? What happened to it?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"Sick." Ron said. "Ever since I brought it back from Egypt, its color has been a bit off, it doesn't eat actively, and it has lost a lot of weight."
With that said, Ron took out Scabbers from the inner pocket of his clothes and placed it on the table. He lay on it weakly, sleepy.
"I took it to see the lady at the Magical Creatures Shop, and she suggested that I give Scabbers a bottle of something called Mouse Booster."
"This is it." After placing the mouse on the table, Ron took out a small red bottle from his outer pocket. There was a trace of pain on his face. "It cost me two Silver Sickles. I hope it can work." Let it work."
Ron felt very sorry for spending this money. This was a rare pocket money that Mrs. Weasley generously gave him after his father won the grand prize. In other words, this was one of the few money he had saved. Mostly, but there is no way, Banban is his only pet.
As an owner, keeping your pet healthy is a matter of course.
"Let's give it a try now." Harry suggested. "It should take effect soon, but Scabbers is so old, I suggest giving him half of the drink at a time. Oh no, how about a third?"
Ron nodded, unplugged the bottle, and prepared to give Scabbers a sip.
"Don't move, Banban!" Ron said angrily. Banban seemed unwilling to be fed the medicine, and shook her head vigorously under his hand to avoid the mouth of the bottle, causing part of the liquid inside to spill out.
Hermione looked at the mouse struggling in Ron's hands with concern, and the movements in her hands stopped.
Just then, an accident happened.
Crookshanks in Hermione's arms felt that his master's hand had not moved for a long time. He twisted his body dissatisfiedly, raised his head and meowed. At this time, he saw Scabbers being filled with medicine on the table.
"Snoring..."
Crookshanks immediately assumed an attack stance, his ears pressed behind his head, and his gleaming claws popped out of his flesh pads.
"Oh! No, don't, Crookshanks." Hermione lowered her head and saw Crookshanks' state. She only had time to utter an exclamation, and Crookshanks broke away from her arms and rushed to the table in a menacing manner. of spots.
"Oh, why did you bring this cat here?" Ron was startled by Crookshanks' sudden appearance. As soon as he let go, Scabbers jumped out of his hand like a piece of soap. Get out, land on all fours on the floor, then jump up and run away.
The small red bottle in the other hand was also swept to the ground by Crookshanks who jumped up to the table in panic, and shattered into pieces with a clang.
"My medicine!" Ron exclaimed, "My Scabbers! Get you damn cat!"
Ron yelled and chased after him. Scabbers didn't look like he was dying just now. He jumped back and forth between the tables and chairs quickly, followed closely by Crookshanks.
"Go away, go away!" Ron figured out Spot's escape route, grabbed Spot's tail, picked it up and protected it in his arms.
Crookshanks' pupils stood in a straight line, he bared his teeth at Ron's arms, showed his sharp claws and was eager to pounce on Ron.
"Go away! You bad cat, go away!" Ron scolded while stuffing Scabbers back into the inner pocket of his clothes.
Soul followed closely and picked up the eager big cat and put it back into Hermione's arms.
"Oh, Crookshanks!" Hermione whispered into Crookshanks' ear, trying to calm him down, as she smoothed his coat.
Perhaps because he didn't see Scabbers, Crookshanks soon snored contentedly in Hermione's arms.
"Why did you bring this big cat?" Ron complained while covering the small bulge on his chest, "It chased Scabbers several times last school year. If Soul hadn't brought Crookshanks with him, When we got back to the dormitory, Banban had already been eaten by it!"
"My poor Banban, the medicine is gone now!"
"I'm going to buy that bottle of medicine for you right now. Isn't it a mouse tonic?" Hermione said angrily, "Crookshanks is a cat. Isn't it normal for a cat to catch mice?"
Ron muttered something and lowered his head to comfort his mouse.
Yes, it's normal for cats to catch mice, but Crookshanks is obviously only interested in Scabbers, and it's not like there aren't other mice in the school.
At least when Soul had the big cat, he never saw it chasing other mice.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Tom." Suer greeted the bar owner behind the counter. "We are here to see Harry. Is he in the room?"
Old Tom, who had few hairs on his head, was wiping the countertop with a gray-black rag. He raised his head when he heard the sound, "Who are you?"
He squinted his cloudy eyes and looked at Suer for a long time, as if he was recalling something.
"Mr. Bones, I remember you." Old Tom showed a mouth with most of his teeth missing.
"Mr. Potter? He will go out at noon. You can wait for him here. Do you want a glass of butterbeer?"
"Of course." Suer nodded, "But we want to stay here for one night. Is there any room available?"
Old Tom looked at Soul, and then glanced at Hermione next to Soul.
"Oh, of course there are rooms. Do you want a room? We have a double bed and a big bed big enough for two people."
"Two rooms will do, Mr. Tom."
Old Tom seemed a little surprised and glanced at Suer inexplicably, but nodded quickly and took out two keys from under the counter.
"It just so happens that there are two rooms available next to Mr. Potter, but one of them has a double bed, is that okay?"
Seeing Su Er nod, Old Tom walked out from behind the counter, "Come on, Mr. Bones, and this lady, please follow me."
The accommodation area of the Leaky Cauldron is completely different from the Hog's Head pub in Hogsmeade where Soul lived, and it is in sharp contrast to the dirty and messy appearance downstairs.
Although it is not very luxurious and the room is small, it is very clean and the bedding exudes the fragrance of being exposed to the sun. Obviously, someone comes here often to clean it.
Open the window from inside, and outside is the street where the Muggles are.
Although the accommodation cost for two rooms, which is close to one galleon a night, is expensive, it is generally worth the money.
Soul chose the one with two beds. He showed his gentlemanly spirit and left the only big bed room to Hermione.
Soon, the two of them went downstairs and found an empty seat in the hall. Hermione lost interest in it after taking a sip of the butterbeer that Soul ordered. She hugged Crookshanks and combed its hair.
Crookshanks purred happily.
They didn't have to wait long before Harry returned, followed by a worried-looking Ron Weasley.
"Harry, here." Suer's position was facing the direction of the backyard. He saw Harry's appearance at a glance and waved to him.
"Hi, Harry, Ron? Why are you here too?" Hermione turned around and saw Harry, and also saw Ron following Harry.
"Mr. Weasley brought him here to treat Ron's mouse," Harry explained.
"Scabbers? What happened to it?" Hermione asked in surprise.
"Sick." Ron said. "Ever since I brought it back from Egypt, its color has been a bit off, it doesn't eat actively, and it has lost a lot of weight."
With that said, Ron took out Scabbers from the inner pocket of his clothes and placed it on the table. He lay on it weakly, sleepy.
"I took it to see the lady at the Magical Creatures Shop, and she suggested that I give Scabbers a bottle of something called Mouse Booster."
"This is it." After placing the mouse on the table, Ron took out a small red bottle from his outer pocket. There was a trace of pain on his face. "It cost me two Silver Sickles. I hope it can work." Let it work."
Ron felt very sorry for spending this money. This was a rare pocket money that Mrs. Weasley generously gave him after his father won the grand prize. In other words, this was one of the few money he had saved. Mostly, but there is no way, Banban is his only pet.
As an owner, keeping your pet healthy is a matter of course.
"Let's give it a try now." Harry suggested. "It should take effect soon, but Scabbers is so old, I suggest giving him half of the drink at a time. Oh no, how about a third?"
Ron nodded, unplugged the bottle, and prepared to give Scabbers a sip.
"Don't move, Banban!" Ron said angrily. Banban seemed unwilling to be fed the medicine, and shook her head vigorously under his hand to avoid the mouth of the bottle, causing part of the liquid inside to spill out.
Hermione looked at the mouse struggling in Ron's hands with concern, and the movements in her hands stopped.
Just then, an accident happened.
Crookshanks in Hermione's arms felt that his master's hand had not moved for a long time. He twisted his body dissatisfiedly, raised his head and meowed. At this time, he saw Scabbers being filled with medicine on the table.
"Snoring..."
Crookshanks immediately assumed an attack stance, his ears pressed behind his head, and his gleaming claws popped out of his flesh pads.
"Oh! No, don't, Crookshanks." Hermione lowered her head and saw Crookshanks' state. She only had time to utter an exclamation, and Crookshanks broke away from her arms and rushed to the table in a menacing manner. of spots.
"Oh, why did you bring this cat here?" Ron was startled by Crookshanks' sudden appearance. As soon as he let go, Scabbers jumped out of his hand like a piece of soap. Get out, land on all fours on the floor, then jump up and run away.
The small red bottle in the other hand was also swept to the ground by Crookshanks who jumped up to the table in panic, and shattered into pieces with a clang.
"My medicine!" Ron exclaimed, "My Scabbers! Get you damn cat!"
Ron yelled and chased after him. Scabbers didn't look like he was dying just now. He jumped back and forth between the tables and chairs quickly, followed closely by Crookshanks.
"Go away, go away!" Ron figured out Spot's escape route, grabbed Spot's tail, picked it up and protected it in his arms.
Crookshanks' pupils stood in a straight line, he bared his teeth at Ron's arms, showed his sharp claws and was eager to pounce on Ron.
"Go away! You bad cat, go away!" Ron scolded while stuffing Scabbers back into the inner pocket of his clothes.
Soul followed closely and picked up the eager big cat and put it back into Hermione's arms.
"Oh, Crookshanks!" Hermione whispered into Crookshanks' ear, trying to calm him down, as she smoothed his coat.
Perhaps because he didn't see Scabbers, Crookshanks soon snored contentedly in Hermione's arms.
"Why did you bring this big cat?" Ron complained while covering the small bulge on his chest, "It chased Scabbers several times last school year. If Soul hadn't brought Crookshanks with him, When we got back to the dormitory, Banban had already been eaten by it!"
"My poor Banban, the medicine is gone now!"
"I'm going to buy that bottle of medicine for you right now. Isn't it a mouse tonic?" Hermione said angrily, "Crookshanks is a cat. Isn't it normal for a cat to catch mice?"
Ron muttered something and lowered his head to comfort his mouse.
Yes, it's normal for cats to catch mice, but Crookshanks is obviously only interested in Scabbers, and it's not like there aren't other mice in the school.
At least when Soul had the big cat, he never saw it chasing other mice.
