Karl got angry in a fit of rage, slammed the table, then quickly sat down to eat.
After all, no matter how many mistakes, eating is never wrong.
Cat Mom's expression was a little too kind, making his eyes instantly clear.
Oh my goodness! I actually slammed the table while Minerva was eating! It's all Lockhart's fault!
Professor McGonagall, almost choked, patted her chest, then gently flicked Karl's forehead.
"Little rascal, can't you be more steady? Although Lockhart's behavior is a bit inappropriate, he is still a Professor of the school. You can't say bad things about him like that in the future."
Karl nodded understandingly, "Don't worry, I'll only curse him behind his back."
Professor McGonagall: (._.)
Ah? Is that what I meant? What on earth are you thinking in that little head of yours?
"Not even behind his back!"
"Oh~ Alright then~"
Looking at Karl, who seemed unconvinced, Professor McGonagall could only comfortingly stroke his Cat Mom.
Although Lockhart was a peculiar person, when he graduated, he even made all the Professors and students breathe a sigh of relief.
But from the legendary deeds and autobiographical books published later, Lockhart had become a powerful and brave Wizard,
at least when it came to dealing with various Dark Arts creatures.
Hogwarts' Defense Against the Dark Arts Class Professor was already difficult to recruit, and two consecutive Professors had died unnatural deaths.
Lockhart's willingness to come and teach also showed his confidence in his own strength.
Professor McGonagall suddenly froze as she thought of this, because she discovered a problem.
Whether it was Elvis Heller or Quirinus Quirrell, their incidents seemed to be related to her own cat cub.
The next Lockhart won't also be affected by Karl...
Bah, bah, bah! Definitely not possible!
Professor McGonagall shook her head vigorously, shaking the jumbled thoughts out of her mind.
Karl curiously leaned over, "Minerva, what are you doing? Are you sleepy?"
He felt that if Cat Mom didn't get some good rest, she'd turn from a tabby into a panda.
"Nothing, I just thought that Gryffindor might have another student getting twelve O.W.L. certificates this year."
"Percy Weasley?"
"Exactly. You happen to know Charlie, George, and Fred, and the last person to get twelve certificates was their older brother, Bill Weasley."
Seeing Cat Mom's proud look, Karl immediately took the opportunity to flatter her, "Two such excellent talents both came from Gryffindor!
This is enough to show the Dean's excellence!"
Professor McGonagall laughed, this had little to do with her; it was mainly because the Weasley family's children were indeed very talented.
"So, my dear Karl, can you tell me how many certificates you will get in the future? Because compared to Percy and Bill, your grades seem more convincing."
Karl: Oh no! She's coming for me!
"I only have eight classes in total!"
"Very good, then seven certificates it is. After all, your Potion Class—is still a bit difficult."
Karl: ()
What kind of talk is this? Is this a provocation? I actually fall for this!
As the saying goes, it's not about making steamed buns, but about fighting for a breath. I definitely can't disappoint Cat Mom.
"Minerva, just you watch! I will definitely let you know what 'Eight Gates Fully Open' means!"
A Night Guy kicks open the Gate of Death!
"Putting everything else aside, I am absolutely confident I can get a high score in this year's Potion Class!"
Karl was very confident about this; he had saved Snape's life last night.
Marrying him off was impossible, but not to mention being a beast of burden, at least he should give a good grade, right?
Professor Snape! Don't disappoint me!
After lunch, Karl supervised Cat Mom back to her office to rest.
Then he strolled to the lawn outside the Castle, where Nina was already waiting.
The elegant and beautiful girl sat quietly reading under the shade of a tree, her long hair gently stirred by the breeze.
Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting fragmented shadows, making the scene as beautiful as a painting.
Karl smiled and admired her for a while, then walked over and sat beside Nina.
In her watery eyes, he could clearly see his own reflection, and it felt really good.
"What are you reading?"
"How to Tame a Dragon."
Nina closed the book and showed him the cover, "There are many descriptions of Dragon behavior in here. Through these, one can roughly guess a Dragon's thoughts."
"Huh? Do you still need to guess like this? Can't you communicate with animals?
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Facing Karl's question, Nina was also helpless. After all, Norbert was too young now, its intelligence couldn't control its instincts, and it was unwilling to cooperate, not listening at all.
"Recently, Norbert has been noticeably irritable, not very friendly towards Evele, and unwilling to respond to me."
"Oh? The little thing has quite a temper. How about I go teach it a lesson and let it know who the real boss is?"
Nina nodded in agreement, suspecting that the reason Norbert was acting abnormally was because the leader it had submitted to, the little Dragon, hadn't appeared for too long.
"It's very necessary, because Norbert has been beaten several times by Milo and Lucy recently."
"Huh? And it still dares to throw a tantrum?"
"Hmm—it's a bit stubborn, it doesn't give up even after being beaten," Nina said, and then suddenly remembered something, "Oh, right, we might have to change Norbert's name, because it's a female Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon."
Karl knew this, he was just waiting for Nina to discover it herself, "Then change it, just pick one."
"No, no, no, you're the Dragon Rider, so of course you should name it."
"Didn't someone else also want to be a Dragon Rider? Let's share the Norwegian Ridgeback Dragon."
Nina smiled without speaking, because what she wanted to ride was the cute and handsome little Dragon.
Karl: (_-)
I see mischief in your smile!
"Oh, by the way, are you still going to prepare for the Ilvermorny entrance exam this summer?"
Hearing this, Nina leaned closer and stared into Karl's eyes, "What? Do you hope so?"
"Of course I don't hope so!"
"Why?"
"Because—" Karl's expression was unusually serious, as if he was reciting an admissions brochure, "Because Hogwarts has the great Dumbledore, as well as top Transfiguration Masters, Potion Masters, Charm Masters, and Herbology Masters."
"Of course! And the most amazing student!"
Watching Karl puff out his chest, Nina couldn't help but poke his cheek with her finger.
"Alright, although I didn't understand the last part, what you said earlier makes a lot of sense. I'll just obediently stay at Hogwarts."
Karl: ()
You didn't understand the most important part, did you?
But it's okay, I'm a generous person, so I won't fuss over such a small matter.
Just as someone was about to lose control of his smile, Nina delivered another piece of good news.
"I'm going to Dorset this summer, because Grandma Queenie is coming to visit Grandma Tina."
Karl's heart stirred, "That's great! Can I come visit you?"
Old Senior Newt! Your fan is here!
We're finally going to meet!
That old man Grindelwald even gave me a wristband, you can't lose to him!
Nina smiled faintly, her eyes gentle, "Of course, I'll wait for you."
After accompanying Nina to read for an afternoon, Karl went straight to the Headmasters Office after dinner.
Besides explaining the stakes, he also asked what gift he should prepare for Newt.
As soon as he entered, he saw Dumbledore having tea with Grindelwald.
Karl: (A)
"Um—did I come at the wrong time?"
Grindelwald looked speechless, while Dumbledore smiled slightly.
"No, you've come at just the right time."
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