The Plane Merchant of Hogwarts

Chapter 130 Banban’s old enemy

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Hermione said slowly while checking her wallet, "I already have ten gold galleons. My birthday is in September. My parents gave me some money and asked me to buy myself an early birthday gift. ."

"Are you going to buy another book?" Ron asked.

"No, I don't want to buy any more books," Hermione said quietly, "I really want an owl. I mean, Harry has his Hedwig, Bard has Ago, and you have Errol. "

"I don't," Ron said immediately in denial, "Errol belongs to our family. All I have is Scabbers." He took out his pet mouse from his pocket.

Of course, Banban might not belong to him either, and all this might just be his wishful thinking.

"I want to send it for examination," he said sadly as he placed Scabbers on the table in front of them. "I think Egypt may not be suitable for him. He has not been in good spirits since he came back from England."

Scabbers did indeed look thinner than before, and his beard was clearly hanging down. Rolf guessed that he had seen the news about Sirius's escape from prison and was starting to get anxious.

"There's a Magical Creatures Shop over there," Harry said. "We can see if we can buy something for Scabbers there, and Hermione can buy an owl there."

So they paid for the ice cream and walked across the street to the store called the Magic Zoo.

There wasn't much room inside the store, and every inch of the wall was covered with cages, making the already small space even more crowded.

After several people walked into the store, a unique smell of animals entered Rolf's nose. The store was smelly and noisy because the little creatures in the cages were making various noises and it was extremely noisy. .

The witch behind the counter was telling a wizard how to take care of the two-tailed salamander, so the few wizards could only wait for them to finish explaining, while looking at the cages curiously.

The wizard who kept the two-tailed newt left, and Ron approached the counter. "This is my mouse," he said distressedly to the witch: "Ever since I brought it back from Egypt, it has been a little bad."

"Put it on the counter." The witch said expressionlessly, taking out a pair of heavy black glasses from her pocket.

Those glasses didn't seem to be ordinary glasses. Rolf guessed whether they had some CT or X-ray functions.

Ron obediently took Scabbers out of his inner pocket and placed it not far from its fellow mice. This was one of the few times he was willing to give Scabbers to others.

After seeing Banban, the mice in the cage not far away stopped playing jumping games and crowded to the edge of the cage, as if they wanted to see more clearly, and seemed to be observing this somewhat different "fellow race".

Moreover, this big mouse looked a little scarred. Compared with the sleek mouse in the cage, it looked particularly sad.

"Tsk, tsk," the witch took Banban over and observed it, smacking her lips unconsciously, then turned to ask Ron, "How old is this mouse?"

"I don't know," Ron said. "It must be quite old. It turned out to be my brother's."

"What capabilities does it have?" the witch continued to ask, while carefully examining Banban, as if she couldn't figure out why the boy in front of her didn't change to a younger one.

Ron did not answer this question. The actual situation was that Scabbers had never shown the slightest ability to make people interested, but in his opinion, this was the only thing that belonged to him.

The witch's eyes turned from Spot's torn ears to its front paws, where a toe was missing, and the witch made a tsk-tsk sound again. "The poor rat must have suffered a lot."

"This is what it looked like when my brother gave it to me." Ron defended himself with a blush.

"You wouldn't expect an ordinary house mouse or garden mouse like this to live for more than three years." The witch said, "Well, if you're looking for a more durable animal, you might like one of these. .”

She really felt that this mouse had no treatment value, so she pointed at the little black mice, and they immediately started jumping around again, showing their vitality.

Ron muttered, "I won't buy them, showy guys." In fact, Ron didn't have much money to pay for a new rat.

"Well, if you don't want to replace it, you can try this potion," the witch said, reaching under the counter and pulling out a small red bottle.

"Okay," Ron said, "How much is it?" Just when Ron was about to pay for the medicine, something happened.

A huge ginger thing jumped down from the top cage, jumped directly on Ron's head, then gathered momentum and moved forward, purring and roaring at Scabbers.

"No, Crookshanks, don't go back." The witch was also frightened when she saw it, and quickly screamed and ordered Crookshanks not to act rashly.

If Crookshanks eats that old rat that won't live long, his store's already low turnover will probably be even worse.

But Scabbers slipped from her hand like a bar of soap, fell to all fours on the floor, and fled toward the door.

"Scabbers!" Ron exclaimed loudly, and then hurriedly followed it and ran out of the store, while Harry ran out after them.

Rolf looked at the two people who ran out, but did not chase after them. Anyway, Scabbers would not get lost. Even if Ron couldn't find him, he would definitely find the Burrow by himself.

"This cat is so cute. Its fur is pretty bright, isn't it?" After Hermione looked at the big cat that jumped down, her eyes immediately changed. She liked it very much.

If I remember correctly, this Crookshanks should be a catnive

These cats seem to have very keen perceptions. For example, Mrs. Lolis once sensed her invisible self.

"Yes, a great cat, but don't you want to buy an owl?" Rolf planned to stay a little late in order to reduce the future quarrels between Ron and Hermione.

The cat's ginger fur is thick and fluffy, but its legs are clearly a little bow-legged and a little cute.

Its face looked rough and rough, and it looked strangely squashed, as if it had rushed headlong into the wall at some point, which reminded Rolf of an emoticon from his previous life.

After Scabbers disappeared, the cat was no longer so irritable, but snored contentedly in Hermione's arms, seeming to enjoy being in Hermione's arms.

Hermione seemed to have made up her mind and walked up to the still frightened witch and asked, "Hello, how many galleons does this cat cost?"

It seemed that she had made up her mind to buy the cat, so Rolf said nothing more. After all, Hermione was a very independent person and would not give up just because of his own persuasion.

ps: I just looked at the coding calendar, and more than 3000 words written yesterday were recorded, and those added later are not included. I'm going to cry. I don't know if I can still get perfect attendance this month.

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