Cats and 'Dogs'

Perhaps, in some mysterious way, Hermione was indeed destined to be with that cat named Crookshanks.

But Ryan felt it was more related to its fur color.

"Its fur is quite beautiful, isn't it?" Hermione said with a grin.

Considering the cat's fur color and Hermione's words...

You'll then be able to spot the ginger-colored fur of Crookshanks.

It's actually the color of Hermione's hair after it's been made to look radiant.

So much so that she completely overlooked its enormous size, its bent legs, and its large, seemingly flattened face.

Crookshanks seemed to have seen through Hermione's true feelings, and contentedly snored in her arms.

However, the two of them spent less than a minute together.

Meanwhile, she was still a little dazed, having just been awakened from Ryan's bewitching charm by his magic.

But even the witch named Melina couldn't help but be surprised, "How can Crookshanks be so friendly?"

If it had done this earlier, it would have found an owner long ago!

"It must have Kneazle blood."

The Kneazle is very intelligent, likes to be alone, and has a certain degree of aggression.

This explains why it always acts fiercely and is unwilling to find a home for itself.

It just appeared because it mistook Hermione's furry head for another Kneazle.

However, it discovered that Hermione did not reject its honor, but rather liked it very much.

It then conceived the idea of making Hermione its master.

"That does explain it, though. But isn't it a bit much to say your girlfriend's hair like that—well, how do you explain Crookshanks's behavior?" The witch pointed at Ryan.

Crookshanks, who was always short-tempered, rolled over smoothly, revealing his chubby belly, when Ryan reached out his hand.

"It's showing submission." Seeing that the witch was still a little confused, Ryan was in a rare good mood, continued to explain patiently, "Although felines, especially big cats, do this more to use their limbs more effectively and attack the opponent's neck more accurately."

After all, even if their bellies are exposed, their limbs can protect their abdomens well.

True weakness is more about turning your claws down and cowering down. Hearing this, the witch nodded.

"But Crookshanks is Half-blood Kneazle."

The habits of Kneazle are more similar to those of a dog. A dog with a unique personality.

In canines, this represents obedience.

Clearly, the Kneazle's intelligence had taught it who was truly worthy of respect. Ryan smiled.

The cat's understanding, along with the progress of several other bodies, further diminished his aversion to Crookshanks.

On the other side, Hermione secretly glanced at Ryan.

He breathed a sigh of relief and then asked the witch, "Could you please interrupt me for a moment? How long will it take me to bring Crookshanks home?"

The rest of the process is simple.

Hermione paid the witch one Silver Sickle took Crookshanks.

The witch was originally only willing to accept one Bronze Knut as a token.

Crookshanks is probably the animal she has raised for the longest time.

Finding a good home for Crookshanks was more important to her than anything else.

However, thanks to Hermione's persistent arguments, Crookshanks' value was raised to the level of Silver Sickle as the basic unit.

However, if we include the bag of cat food that the witch forcibly gave us.

Its basic unit is actually estimated to be the Bronze Knut, the same price as a single issue of the Daily Prophet.

Then came the witch, Melina, who bowed as she saw Ryan and Hermione off, along with Crookshanks leaning on Hermione's shoulder.

Ryan dares to speak his mind.

If it weren't for the fact that Hermione had taken a lot of the 'Potions' that Ryan had personally created.

This Crookshanks is almost the size of a small tiger, was too heavy for her to carry.

It's nothing like it is now, like a leaf draped over someone's shoulder.

By evening, when Hermione and Ryan returned to Hogwarts, the sun was almost setting.

Far from Durmstrang Ship and Castelobruxo, on the Black Lake, Hermione and Ryan sat back in a hanging chair that looked like it was made of purple bellflowers.

Crookshanks squatted by the lake, seemingly dozing.

"Don't think that I've forgiven you just because of this," Hermione suddenly said quietly.

Ryan looked completely bewildered.

With such a handsome and charming boyfriend, how dare she speak like that?

If Ryan were still the keyboard warrior Zhou Yi he once was, he'd probably be furiously criticizing Hermione's mistress.

"Mind-Clearing Charm," Hermione advised.

She seemed a little annoyed.

This was the catalyst for her relationship with Ryan to deepen, a spell developed in the A History of Magic to bring her back to her senses.

It's one thing to use it on a witch you don't even know.

But we don't know why she's angry about this.

She has to say it herself.

Ryan could have used a simpler method, like the "Power of I Guess" he mentioned.

"I'm so disappointed!" Ryan chose to take the initiative, employing the simple idea that whoever shouts the loudest is right.

Seeing Hermione pause briefly, he pressed his advantage, "Don't you understand yet?" Ryan's voice became mournful and low again.

"I—" he drawled.

"Who is it all for?" Ryan smacked his eyes, staring intently at Hermione. He was using his beauty as a weapon.

Hermione fell for it as expected, nodding dumbly and pointing to herself.

The previously awakened ability to fabricate reasoning completely failed when the brain shut down.

"Yes! It's all so you can buy pets normally!"

I won't interrupt the precious time we have alone together.

"So, I deliberately used this magic that has such commemorative value." Ryan lowered his head.

Unable to see Ryan's captivating eyes, Hermione cooperated by showing a guilty expression.

"I thought you would understand..." Ryan finally uttered in a trembling voice.

In his mind, however, he silently counted, "One, two, three!"

Just as she counted to three, Hermione spoke up, "I was wrong!"

Ryan curled the corners of his mouth into a smile.

He thought to himself, "Trying to fight me? You're a hundred years too early!"

At their feet, Crookshanks covered his eyes with his little paws.

Because it's a cat, it can't understand human speech, and it can't appreciate Ryan's stunning beauty, so it doesn't understand why its owner surrendered so quickly.

It just thought its owner was really stupid.

That evening, Ryan and Hermione returned to the lounge and were caught by Jerry.

It was wagging its tail unhappily from side to side.

He looked at Crookshanks, who was hiding behind Hermione, only daring to show half of his ginger-yellow fat buttocks.

Upon realizing he had been discovered, Crookshanks quickly lay down on the ground, exposing his belly.

Jerry wagged his tail even faster.

Crookshanks, behaving like a dog, mistook this for a welcome, timidly rolled over, and wagged its tail as well.

Jerry was puzzled by this.

With normal human intelligence, it could tell that Crookshanks had just been obedient and was now fawning.

However, its cat-like behavior tells it that what it was showing weakness was actually a mix of defense and aggression, and now it's angry.

So it looked up at Ryan.

Ryan quickly picked Jerry up and said, "Just treat him like a dog."

It just looks like a cat.

"To be honest, I'm not even as politically reliable as you!"

Upon hearing this, Jerry tilted his little head high.

After confirming that the pet settings of Crookshanks do not conflict with it.

It snored happily in Ryan's arms.