Generally speaking, cats tended to stay in warm places.
Their sense of smell and hearing were extremely sharp, and they disliked complicated scents and shrill noises.
Compared to girls, whose hands and feet were often cold, who always smelled lovely, and who spoke in higher voices, cats were usually more willing to get close to boys.
Crookshanks was a half-breed Kneazle, so it was perfectly normal for him to cling to Vincent like Yumi did.
Hermione kept comforting herself, though the smile on her face was a little unsettling.
With so many boys here, why did he have to rub up against Vincent?
Maybe Vincent exercised often, so his body temperature was a little higher than everyone else's.
But he'd only just entered puberty. Why didn't Crookshanks get close to the other boys?
Could it be because Vincent's voice sounded nicer?
Or because he smelled better?
That had to be it.
Fred and George were rough around the edges, constantly tinkering with prank props all day long, and they always carried some indescribably strange smell.
Rolf also smelled strongly of small animals. Even Little White did not care much for him.
There was nothing wrong with Cedric, unless...
He didn't look strong enough?
Hermione pondered bitterly for a long time, until Vincent pulled out a packet of dried fish from his pocket.
Don't do this. She did not want Crookshanks to become as fat as Gu Gu.
But seeing how happily he ate the dried fish, she really could not bear to stop him.
Sigh—she would have to make a weight-loss plan in advance.
Watching them interact so intimately, Hermione suddenly felt as if she had been betrayed.
She picked up the round and chubby Gu Gu, placed him on her lap, and gently kneaded him.
He wore the same