Two Worlds: I studied abroad at Hogwarts

Chapter 37 Hermione's Warning

Moon returned to the dormitory and originally planned to come back and polish a few more branches so that he could try to split the wand a few more times in the morning.

Because he found that as long as he kept trying an action, he could find that subtle feeling.

And what he needs now is to practice and master this subtle sense of segmentation.

But after hearing Ron's shout, Moon stopped curiously and looked at the gray mouse lying motionless on the bed.

"Is it asleep?" Neville asked uncertainly, looking at the mouse in Ron's arms.

"That's probably it. When Scabbers is very tired, he usually sleeps peacefully like this."

Ron spoke with a little sob in his voice, his hands touching both sides of the mouse's nose.

The seven or eight remaining whiskers had all disappeared.

Seeing the neat cut surface at the broken beard, Moon immediately ruled out Beng Beng as a suspect.

Because he knew very well that Bengbeng's little paws could not do that.

But what Moon didn't know was that at this moment, a pair of small eyes also peeked out from the tree house, and they were staring at the gray mouse Banban not far away.

Harry had just returned from the bathroom. After class, he was called by Wood to go to Quidditch training, and he didn't have a good dinner.

After finding out why Ron was sad, Harry comforted his good brother.

"Don't be sad, Ron. How about we find a box or something and keep Scabbers in it. That way we can protect it."

Harry's suggestion was supported by everyone, but instead of finding a box, they used a basket for dirty clothes.

Before going to bed at night, Moon polished the prototypes of three wands. At this time, most people had returned to the dormitory to sleep.

Moon did not choose to read the book again because there was no need to preview tomorrow's class.

There was a garlicky Defense Against the Dark Arts class in the morning, a very relaxing Herbology class in the afternoon, and then an Astronomy class at 11pm.

Of the three classes, Moon disliked Defense Against the Dark Arts the most, because after the entire class, he felt like he was contaminated.

The next morning, unsurprisingly, there were three more bright flames in the fireplace.

Moon had no choice but to polish a new wooden stick again.

Fortunately, there were no homework assignments for the daytime classes, which gave Moon more time to do his own things.

But in the evening, when Moon was working intently in front of the fireplace, Hermione finally couldn't help but come over.

"I think you should pay attention to Bong Bong."

Moon was polishing his wand with sandpaper. When he heard Hermione's words for no reason, he looked up at her in confusion.

"I took the wrong stairs when I came back from the library today."

Moon became even more confused after hearing Hermione's incoherent words.

He has been busy recently, so he didn't go to the library with Hermione to read.

But every little lion will encounter the problem of taking the wrong stairs, so what is there to say?

"What exactly do you want to say?" Moon asked his doubts.

"I mean... I meant to say I took the wrong stairs and saw Bong-Bong riding on Mrs. Norris."

"Oh, that cat of Filch's. They're friends. There's nothing strange about that."

Moon said as he lowered his head and continued to polish his work.

Seeing that Moon still didn't understand, Hermione became even more anxious.

"But they're after Ron's rat!"

"Ok?"

Case solved!
Moon finally understood why Bengbeng had been so well behaved these past two days.

It turned out that she was secretly doing something big behind his back.

"thank you for telling me."

Moon thanked Hermione and hurried back to the dormitory.

At this time, everyone in the dormitory gathered around the old basket where Banban lived.

"What are those claw marks?" Seamus looked at the three bright red blood marks on Scabbers' body curiously. "Could it be an owl?" Neville's unexpected question made everyone suddenly feel that they had found the murderer.

There were a lot of owls in Hogwarts, and they all ate mice, which made Ron very uneasy.

"Uh~, Ron, do you want to send the mouse to the school infirmary first? I don't think it's in a very good mood."

Moon only had to take one look at the scars on the gray mouse's body to know clearly that they were the marks of a cat's claws.

On York Farm, every spring, he would always see some wild cats fighting because of mating, and the claw marks on their bodies were exactly the same as those on Banban.

After being reminded by Moon, Ron sadly left the dormitory holding the gray mouse, while Moon also came to the common room holding Bengbeng.

He found a secluded place and put Bengbeng on his lap.

"Bengbeng, it's wrong for you to do this."

"Chi?" (What happened?)

"You were seen with Mrs. Norris."

"Haw!" (No way, we're hiding well!)
Bengbeng said something and found that he was exposed, so he quickly covered his long mouth with his little paws.

"Promise me you won't bother that gray mouse again, okay?"

Moon's expression was very serious, and his little black eyes blinked at him.

"唧~"

"It doesn't matter whether the mouse is bad or not. As long as you know it's injured, Ron will be unhappy. He's the red-haired boy. He once brought you lamb chops."

Bengbeng stared at Moon closely, as if thinking about the meaning of such a long sentence.

After a long while, it nodded reluctantly.

"Well, don't be unhappy. Next time we go to see Hagrid, let's ask him for some more dried worms, okay?"

"唧~"

After getting Bengbeng's response, Moon felt relieved a little. He was really afraid that Bengbeng would cause trouble for the mouse again.

Although Moon disliked the mouse from the first time he saw it, it was Ron's pet after all, and he had no right to interfere.

Seeing Moon send Bongbong back to the dormitory, Hermione walked over quietly again.

"I'm so sorry, I don't know if I'm doing the right thing."

Hermione was referring to the fact that she had just reported Bong-Bong.

Moon didn't care about this matter, and he even wanted to thank the other party.

But Hermione's attitude made him curious.

In his eyes, Hermione has always been a very strong person. After a month of getting along with each other, he has never seen Hermione apologize to anyone.

"It's okay. Bengbeng has already agreed not to bother the mouse."

Hermione was visibly relieved when she heard Moon say this.

"Actually, it's very smart, isn't it? I mean, Pengpeng. Look, it can find the mouse's natural enemy to subdue it. This is a skill that not many animals can master."

"Yes, I didn't expect that either."

It was only tonight that Moon figured out why Bengbeng had such a strong fishy smell on his body some time ago.

It should have caught fish for Mrs. Norris, then got in touch with the castle manager's pet, and then started to cause trouble for the gray mouse.

It seems that Bong is smarter than Hermione thought.

Hermione chatted for a while and then left on her own. Although she didn't know why Moon was so obsessed with making wands, she didn't want to interfere too much.

When Moon was getting ready for bed that night, Ron came back with Scabbers in his arms.

A large Band-Aid was placed on the gray mouse's body, like a white flag of surrender.

"Chi~" (())

"Bengbeng, keep your voice down~"

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