Chapter 389： seek death (1/2)

Albert opened his eyes in the sound of whispering, and found that three roommates who often slept in were chatting enthusiastically.

”What the **** are you doing?”

Albert closed his eyes, reached out his hand to cover a yawn, and stumbled up the silver pocket watch on the bedside table.

”It's only half past seven.” He asked inexplicably. ”It doesn't take so early to go to Hogsmeade? Or are you so excited that you can't sleep?”

”Do you really not go to Hogsmeade with us today?” Lee Jordan reminded again, ”The girls are counting on you to introduce them to Hogsmeade.”

”Isn't there you?” Albert sat on the edge of the bed, put on slippers for himself, and was going to wash in the bathroom. ”I'm not going to join in the fun, and don't tease Tom, be careful that he scratches you with his paw. ”

”Who did you date?” Fred happily counted his Garon, while George next to him was recording what they needed to buy.

”A beautiful girl, are you satisfied!” Albert said grimly.

”Who, who is that pretty girl?”

”Guess yourself slowly!”

When Albert was brushing his teeth, he suddenly heard Lee Jordan's screams from the dormitory, apparently annoying Tom while he was sleeping, and he was scratched by the cat.

”If you don't die, you won't die. Why don't you understand?” Albert gently shook his head, and washed his face with a wrung out towel. The cold water washed away the sleepiness in his mind, making Albert Especially awake completely.

After returning to the room, I saw Lee Jordan scolding and checking the scratches on his arm. Fred and George were gloating and joking from time to time.

Tom has left his nest, lying on the reinforced cat climbing frame Albert made for him, yawning with his mouth wide open, and squinting at the three teasers below.

”Your cat is obviously so fat, why is it so agile?” Lee Jordan muttered, ”This is not normal at all!”

”No matter how fat the cat is, it is also a predator.” Albert opened the window, the sky was gray, and a cold wind blew in, making the people in the room shiver.

”It's going to rain!” he said.

”If you don't say it, you won't go down, and shut the windows.” Fred couldn't help complaining. He felt that if it really rained later, it must be Albert's fault.

”Don't say anything stupid, maybe a little wind will help make your heads clearer.” Albert bent down and began to prepare breakfast for Tom.

Obviously, he has controlled his rations, but Tom still has a tendency to get fat. The only thing that makes Albert happy is that Tom is much stronger than before.

It no longer grows fat, but begins to grow flesh.

Albert stroked Tom's smooth hair, soothing himself.

”If I don’t come back in the afternoon, Carla will come over to prepare lunch for you later. You are also not allowed to eat or run around in the castle. If I see you making yourself dirty, I will detain you. One month’s worth of dried fish.” Albert babbled, and now Tom’s food is rationed, and every ton of rice is measured with a brass balance. Three roommates laughed at this.

”Meow!”

Tom stared at the brass balance, his eyes full of hostility. It also tried to destroy this nasty thing that restricts its rations, but it failed. Daily food is still strictly controlled.

”Remember not to run around!” Albert reminded him again, and then went downstairs to the common room with his roommate.

Tom can already walk sideways in the Gryffindor common room. Everyone knows that this fat cat is Albert's pet. In addition, Tom is also very cute and is loved by girls.

Albert once suspected that the reason Tom became fat was that Gryffindor girls fed him, even though he once told the girls not to do that.

On the way to the restaurant, they met Professor Quirrell again.

This Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts always wanders on the fourth floor like a ghost, and everyone says that Professor Quirrell is to prevent students from breaking into the restricted area on the fourth floor.

Albert sneered at this, he knew why the other party was always wandering on the fourth floor.

After seeing Albert, Professor Quirrell quickly turned into the corner next to him and stayed away from the humanoid questioning machine Albert. He was fed up with the endless tricky questions.

”Professor Quirrell doesn't seem to want to meet you!” Fred said with a grinning pat on Albert's shoulder.

”No such thing.”