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Chapter 989: Tossing and Turning in the Cauldron
🕑 Added 2024-01-10 10:04:12 +0000 UTCThere was a pause in which Hagrid stared at her with his newly uncovered eye, as if he was thinking about how to answer this question.
Evan and Sirius had told Hagrid about this before, and he hoped Hagrid could still remember it.
They had gone to Beauxbatons for an exchange. Hagrid was instructed not to deviate from the information provided to the Ministry and certainly not to mention anything about giants.
Because he was too focused on Hagrid's answer, Evan’s grip weakened, and Hermione swiftly flipped her body around.
She forcefully pushed Evan down, sitting on top of him, and started playfully licking his face.
The cauldron Hagrid was using rattled, making a loud clattering noise.
This noise jolted Hagrid awake, as if he suddenly knew how to respond to Umbridge!
"Yer see, we went to Beauxbatons, invited by Nicolas Flamel himself, mind ya. Evan's his student, learnin' alchemy from the best in the world, he is. Dumbledore thought Evan could pick up a thing or two from ol' Flamel. Now, there's this International Alchemical Conference happenin' every ten years, right in Cairo. Evan's got a chance to be a part of it, and Dumbledore, he got that Trailblazin' Contribution Award back in his student days, caused a real stir it did. They only give it to the cream of the crop alchemists, ya know? And since then, we ain't had no awards, quite a shame that is. …”
In the cauldron, Evan did not resist and allowed Hermione to lick him while moving around on him.
He had to admit that Hagrid was very talented at making up stories, but it would be better if his expression was more natural.
With his current appearance, anyone could tell he was making things up.
Soon, Hermione realized what she was doing, her body froze suddenly, and a blush spread from head to toe.
In an instant, a little white cat turned into a little pink cat!
Evan, on the other hand, had no qualms. Since Hermione had no strength left, it was time to strike back!
He exerted force from his waist, abruptly freeing himself from Hermione and flipping her over to continue their antics.
In this kind of matter, Hermione was too shy, so she was no match for him.
The large cooking cauldron kept shaking, and the two were tossing in it vigorously, while Umbridge scrutinized Hagrid.
"Mason received an invitation. Why did you go to Beauxbatons with him?”
"Oh, it's 'bout Abraxan horses, those big beasts. Raised over at Beauxbatons, they are. Some of 'em fell sick, anorexia, they said. Thought I could pop over and look after 'em fer a while," Hagrid explained. "I'm good at caring fer animals, always dealin' with 'em, and ridin' them horses feels really good; big and white..."
"And then where did you go? After the break at Beauxbatons?" Umbridge interrupted again.
“I — I’ve been away for me health,” he said, seeming glad he had found the excuse.
“For your health,” said Umbridge. Her eyes traveled over Hagrid’s discolored and swollen face; dragon blood dripped gently onto his waistcoat in the silence. “Tsk, I see.”
“Yeah,” said Hagrid quickly, “bit o’ fresh air, yeh know —"
“Yes, as gamekeeper fresh air must be so difficult to come by,” said Umbridge sweetly.
The small patch of Hagrid’s face that was not black or purple flushed.
"“Well — change o’ scene, yeh know..."
“Mountain scenery?” said Umbridge swiftly.
Evan stopped suddenly. Did she know that they went to the giant tribe?!
Sirius said that the Ministry of Magic also had eyes and ears abroad, monitoring everyone associated with Dumbledore.
Umbridge must know that they did not stay in Beauxbatons for too long, and there was such a big situation in Sicily again, with volcanoes erupting, magic surging, and giant wars. Not long ago, at the Ministry of Magic, Evan saw those pieces of information appear in the Auror office. Did they find something?!
Inside the cauldron, while Evan paused, Hermione pushed him aside again.
She rubbed her face vigorously with her tiny paws to wipe off the water on it, but this time she did not pounce.
However, with the limited space in the cauldron and Umbridge outside, she couldn't run out.
They couldn't just sit still in there; that was not what cats would do.
Hermione looked at Hagrid and Umbridge, and then at Evan. She seemed to have figured it out, and pounced the next second.
In the confined space, escape was impossible. Instead of letting Evan ride up and bully her, she decided to assert dominance over him.
Evan didn’t dare to use any strength, and was soon pinned down by Hermione...
“Mountains?” Hagrid repeated, clearly thinking fast. “Nope, South of France fer me. Bit o’ sun an’ … an’ sea. I went straight there after leavin’ Beauxbatons… spent the whole summer there and the beginnin’ of term”
“Really?” said Umbridge. “You don’t have much of a tan?"
“Yeah … well … sensitive skin,” said Hagrid, attempting an ingratiating smile. But with two of his teeth knocked out, it looked even more out of place.
Umbridge looked at him coldly; his smile faltered.
Then she hoisted her handbag a little higher into the crook of her arm and said, “I shall, of course, be informing the Minister of your late return."
“Righ’,” said Hagrid, nodding, hoping she would leave quickly.
“You ought to know too that as High Inquisitor it is my unfortunate but necessary duty to inspect my fellow teachers. So I daresay we shall meet again soon enough. You will start class next week, won’t you? "
"What?!" Hagrid didn't answer her question. He echoed blankly, looking after her, “You’re inspectin’ us!"
“Oh yes," said Umbridge softly with a smile, looking back at him with her hand on the door handle. "The Minister is determined to weed out unsatisfactory teachers, Hagrid. Good night, take care of your pets!”
She left, closing the door behind her with a snap, and there was a silence in the room.
Once they were certain she was gone, Evan and Hermione climbed out of the cauldron, and Harry and Ron also took off their Invisibility Cloak.
"That was really close, Evan, Hermione," Hagrid said, looking at the two.
"It's Animagus. Hermione and I have mastered it, but we haven't registered it with the Ministry of Magic. Don't tell this matter," said Evan, seeing Hermione looking at him with a red face, probably thinking about what they had just done...
He didn't mind Hermione licking his body, they were just cats anyway. He didn’t mind Hermione's saliva, no matter what kind of water it was.
Maybe it was just a psychological effect, but Evan felt that Hermione was quite attractive in her current form.
He had just licked her from top to bottom. Of course, Hermione didn't show any courtesy to him and fought back.
They played the role of cats convincingly, and even the suspicious Umbridge hadn't seen through it.
Putting two cats together would naturally lead to such behavior. If anyone doubted it, they could try staying in a cauldron with a little female cat to see how normal Evan and Hermione's behavior had been. Please believe that this was normal behavior for two cats together.
