Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After coming out of Lihen Bookstore, the four of them bought four ice creams each, and then came to the Magic Zoo.

Although Hermione's birthday is in September, in recognition of Hermione's second year in a row for two consecutive years—

That is to say, the first grade took the second test. Since there was no test in the second grade, this second place was consecutively won.

Hermione's parents gave her a sum of money to let Hermione choose her own gifts.

After seeing that Harry, Ron and Tiera all had pets of their own, Hermione decided to use the money to buy herself a pet too.

There's not a lot of space inside the amazing zoo, but there are cages hanging every inch of the wall.

The store was hot, smelly and noisy, because the little creatures in the cages were making all kinds of noises. The witch behind the counter was already telling a wizard how to take care of the two-tailed salamander, so Tiera, Harry, Ron and Hermione waited, watching the cages.

A pair of purple toads with huge eyes sat there, gobbling unpleasantly, feasting on a dead blowfly.

A large tortoise with gemstones on its hard shell shows off near the window.

Poisonous orange snails were slowly emerging from the edges of their glass boxes, and a fat white rabbit kept turning into a silk top hat and back again with a loud puff.

Then cats of all colors, a cage of rowdy ravens, a ridiculous basket of mustard-colored soft fur **** humming loudly, and a large cage on the counter with silky black mice growing The long bald tail played some kind of jumping game.

Finally, the wizard who kept the two-tailed salamander left, and Tiera stepped forward.

"I want to buy a frame of mice." Tiera said, pointing to the large cage on the counter.

Hearing that someone was going to buy him, the mouse on the counter instantly became active and tried his best to show his ability.

"What do you want? Sweetie."

said the witch behind the counter.

"All the female mice, please help me pick a cage and put it up, thank you." Tiera said, "Oh yes, cover me with a black curtain outside the cage."

"..." The witch behind the counter gave Tiera a strange look, then replied, "Okay."

The witch waved her wand, and a black curtain, a metal cage floated over from behind the counter—

Then the witch waved her wand again, and the door to the cage with the mice on the counter opened, and one female mouse after another flew out into the new cage.

Wait for the last mouse-

Tiera counted, and after a total of thirteen mice flew into the new cage, the black curtain shrouded the cage.

"Sixty gold Galleons in total," said the witch.

"How about giving us another free treatment by the way?" Tiera turned to the side and asked Ron, who was standing behind him, "I've already bought so many things."

"Okay, okay." The witch said helplessly, looking at the harmless Banban in Ron's hand, "Bring it, but the potion is not free."

"That's enough." Tiera said with a smile.

"This is my pet Scabbers," Ron said to the witch, approaching the counter. "It's been a little bit bad since I brought it back from Egypt."

"Put it on the counter," said the witch, pulling a pair of heavy black glasses from her pocket.

Ron took Scabbers out of his inner pocket and placed it not far from his fellow rat. The mice in the cage stopped playing the jumping game, and crowded to the edge of the cage, trying to see more clearly.

Scabbers, like everything in Ron's possession, is a second-hand thing, he once belonged to Ron's brother Percy, and he looks a little scarred. Compared with the oily mouse in the cage, it looks particularly scowling.

"Hmm..." said the witch, picking up Scabbers, "How old is this rat?"

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

"What is it capable of?" the witch asked again, examining Scabbers carefully.

"Um..." said Ron. The reality is that Scabbers has never shown the least bit of interest.

"It's especially edible," Tiera added.

The witch was noncommittal, her eyes turned from Scabbers' torn ears to its front paws, where a toe was missing, and the witch's mouth made a tsk tsk.

"It must have suffered, this rat," said the witch.

"Oh, that's not what it is." Tiera said with a sneer.

"That's what it looked like when Percy gave it to me," Ron defended himself.

"You can't expect a common house mouse or garden mouse like this to live for more than three years," the witch said, "Well, if you want to look for more durable animals, you can also be like your little friend. Pick one...or a few..."

She pointed to the shiny black mice, which immediately began to jump again.

Ron murmured, "The performance guy."

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

"Okay," said Ron, "how much—"

"Ouch!"

A huge ginger-colored thing jumped down from the top cage, onto Ron's head, and poised forward, purring angrily at Scabbers.

"No! Crookshanks, no!" exclaimed the witch, but Scabbers slipped from her hand like a bar of soap, fell to the floor on all fours, and ran for the door.

"Banbans!" Ron yelled, following it out of the store.

Harry followed, while Tiera stayed in the shop.

"I want that bottle of medicine, how much is it?" Tiera asked.

It took them about ten minutes to find Scabbers, hiding under a wastebasket outside the Quidditch boutique.

Ron put the shivering little rat still back in his pocket, then straightened up and patted his head.

"what is that?"

"Either a big cat or a tiny tiger," said Harry.

"What about Hermione and Tiera?"

"Probably buying owls," said Harry. "Let's go back."

They folded back down the crowded street, and they were still back at Wonder Zoo.

When they came, UU was reading www. uukanshu.com Hermione just came out, and Tiera was holding the red potion bottle in her hand.

But Hermione wasn't holding an owl in her arms. She was holding the huge **** cat tightly in her arms.

"Did you buy this monster?" Ron asked, mouth-wateringly surprised.

"It's got brilliant fur, isn't it?" said Hermione, grinning.

It was true that the cat's **** fur was thick and fluffy, but its legs were clearly bent, and its face looked gruff and squashed, as if it had rammed headlong against the wall at some point. similar. Scabbers was gone, and the cat was purring contentedly in Hermione's arms.

"Hermione. This **** almost scratched my scalp!" Ron roared.

"It wasn't intentional, you didn't, Crookshanks?" Hermione said with a grin.

"So what about Scabbers?" said Ron, pointing to the bulge on his breast pocket. "It needs rest and relaxation! How can it rest and relax with this thing around?"