It's Detention

The next morning, Albert opened his eyes, abruptly sat up in bed, and gasped for air.

He had just had a nightmare.

He had dreamed that on his wedding night, Katrina had turned into the bride and nearly smothered him to death with her chest.

"Don't... ever wake me up like that again, got it?" Albert looked at the culprit behind his nightmare, picked Tom up and held him before his face, then said to that feline face, word by word, "Go run on your wheel. You need to lose weight."

Meow!

After Tom the cat was put down, he crouched by the bed, scratched his ear with a paw, and stared straight at Albert with his adorable eyes.

"Looking cute won't work. Go get some proper exercise. You're so fat you can barely walk. Don't even think about slacking off—I'll have the house-elves keep an eye on you."

Albert got out of bed, quickly dressed, and casually pushed open the window. A blast of cold air swept in from outside.

Last night's rain had stopped, but the sky was still gray and murky. A cold mist shrouded Hogwarts Castle.

That fog had surely been caused by Dementor activity.

It seemed they would have a hard time seeing sunlight for a while.

"Morning. You're up really early today. Oh, bloody hell, could you close the window first?" Fred crawled out from beneath his blankets, lazily stretched, then shivered from the cold wind blowing in and immediately burrowed back under them.

"Sorry."

Albert smiled and shut the window, then began tidying the dormitory while also preparing a spacious activity room for Tom.

"It's huge in there. You can already use the Undetectable Extension Charm to create such a stable space?" George walked over to the cat bed, staring at the enlarged