Chapter 323: Finding Hagrid

January had a rare sunny day.

Compared to ordinary cats, Kneazles had the advantage of speed.

They aren't afraid of the cold... Jia Siting was certain.

Then why did Mrs. Norris have to wear clothes?

Jia Siting guessed it was just Mr. Filch's wishful thinking, and the lady didn't want to refute him.

In the Great Hall, Michael was wreaking havoc with his "Gundoka Knight."

The wizards playing against him didn't dare to send out their "irritable, greedy, lustful" kings, because they were very likely to be taken away on the spot.

Michael had always firmly believed that the chess piece was brought by a black cat, and Jia Siting didn't know if his statement was right or wrong.

However, the first-year wizards at Hogwarts easily believed this statement.

At night, Jia Siting could often see people placing dried fish under his statue on the third floor, then praying to obtain an "Arthur":

—That was the strongest king piece, which could turn a wizard piece into "Merlin" or "Morgana," and the appearance of either could decide the outcome.

If one had to describe it, it would probably be: "Stop playing!"—choose a wizard, 50% chance to win directly, 50% chance to lose the game on the spot.

The Weasleys released this news, introducing that "Arthur" was officially launched in the weird Wizard's Chess,

But in fact, Jia Siting hadn't had time to make it yet... The twins' imitation of the Wizarding Lottery was no longer even pretending.

At the same time, what made Jia Siting feel speechless was that the wizard who prayed had placed the dried fish himself, and after he enjoyed the "Mrs. Norris" cookie, he ate it back unconsciously.

... He even thought the lucky black cat had manifested.

In general, since Christmas, there had been some interesting things at Hogwarts.

These past few days,

Jia Siting silently put a plan on the agenda, which was to go to Hagrid's hut.

This plan was ranked alongside 【Grinding the High-Rank Kneazle Cookie to Expert Level】. For example, right now, Jia Siting was strolling leisurely on the Quidditch pitch in Kneazle form.

There were always people from the "Castle Spirit Cat Club" in the castle, and in unavoidable circumstances, Jia Siting didn't want to be in the castle.

The Castle Spirit Cat Club was a club established after Christmas, approved by Headmaster Dumbledore and Deputy Headmistress Marcus Marcus Maige.

Strange to say, because Hogwarts clubs are long-standing, approval usually takes a month or two, but the approval for this club was granted as soon as it was submitted.

Jia Siting reasonably suspected he had been set up.

On the Quidditch pitch, today was another particularly wet and muddy training session.

Jia Siting was waiting for Hagrid, who was very likely to appear. He was a bit nervous; he didn't know if the transformation cookies could win Hagrid's favor, allowing him to go to Hagrid's hut to observe the Norwegian Ridgeback in the future.

At this moment, a roar suddenly came from the pitch:

"Can you guys stop messing around!"

Gryffindor Quidditch team captain Wood roared,

"Doing this will definitely make us lose the game! Professor Professor Sineipu is the referee this time, and he will definitely try every possible excuse to deduct points from the Gryffindor team!"

A cat's visual sensitivity is six times that of a human. Even from far away, Jia Siting could see the Weasleys, who were constantly dive-bombing each other and pretending to fall off their broomsticks, with their eyes wide open.

And George Wei Silai, upon hearing this, actually fell off his broomstick.

"Professor Professor Sineipu is the referee?"

He asked while spitting out the mud in his mouth,

"When has he ever been a Quidditch referee? If we have a chance to defeat the Slytherin team, he definitely won't judge fairly."

The other team members also landed next to George, complaining one after another.

"This can't be blamed on me," Wood said. "We can only ensure that we follow the rules during the game, and then Professor Professor Sineipu will have no excuse to find fault with us."

Jia Siting roughly understood that the subsequent Forbidden Forest plot was about to unfold, and after the Forbidden Forest plot, it would be the arrival of the Norwegian Ridgeback—Norbert.

Unfortunately, until Jia Siting returned to the castle, Hagrid had not walked out of the edge of the Forbidden Forest.

He would come, Jia Siting knew; soon Hagrid would return to the castle to get some ingredients. So he was very patient.

In the evening, Jia Siting climbed the stairs in a few leaps. Beside the silver light flashing on the armor, he caught a glimpse of a few Slytherins walking out from not far from the dungeon.

Not paying much attention, he flashed back to the Hope Cabin. Neville's spellcasting had been very good recently, and Hermione was patiently teaching him.

A small part of the time, the two would ask Jia Siting some questions, and Jia Siting, at the 【Expert】 level, could solve them very easily.

Another morning, the cold of January was firmly blocked outside the thick stone walls of Hogwarts Castle.

In the corridor, torches crackled on iron brackets. Beside the Fat Lady's portrait, a few first-year wizards rubbed their hands, smiling as they watched the breath they exhaled turn into white mist in the cold air.

Where the fireplace burned fiercely, the dark red armchairs and thick carpets were toasted warm.

A black cat was closing its eyes, trying to use its long, white whiskers to perceive the outside world.

A cat's whiskers are highly evolved sensory organs with core functions such as navigation, spatial measurement, balance maintenance, environmental perception, emotional expression, hunting assistance, and eye protection. They can even detect weak airflow changes.

It can be said to be very powerful.

But Jia Siting couldn't do it. So once a week, Professor Marcus Marcus Maige was happy to help him master his Animagus transformation.

The tabby cat sat elegantly on a small cushion made by Transfiguration, watching the black cat accidentally bump its head, and then her whiskers slowly curled up.

The black cat quickly mastered this skill, so he had to start letting himself be able to pass through narrow door cracks.

And just outside the door, not far down the corridor.

"Neville Longbottom, oh, I've been looking for someone to practice this spell on, and you seem like a good choice! Come here!"

A platinum-haired Slytherin said.

The two lackeys behind him both laughed.

Neville's round face was full of fear. He subconsciously wanted to go over, but stopped after taking one step.

"I don't want to cause trouble."

Neville muttered stutteringly and vaguely.

Ma Er's mockery continued:

"Ah, I remember the Gryffindor Quidditch team; they pick those they think are pathetic.

Like Potter, no father or mother, and the Wei Silai brothers, no money at home—you should join the team too, Neville Longbottom, because you have no brains."

Neville's face turned red. He raised his head, facing Ma Er.

"You can't say that..."

His stuttering voice had just sounded when it made Ma Er, Crabbe, and Goyle laugh strangely.

To all dear readers: Lu will update twice at 10:00 AM and three times at 10:30 PM from now on. ===== CHAPTER 324 =====