The Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw students were very satisfied with the stunning debut of their new school uniforms.
After all, they were the coolest kids at Hogwarts right now, and with the scarves and knitted vests, they were truly much warmer.
Of course, even more satisfied were Karl, Judy, and the other members of the Anxinhuo Clothing Shop.
The fashion show had been a great success; one only had to look at the envious gazes of the Gryffindor and Slytherin students to know that.
Even the intense Quidditch match, featuring their own house teams, couldn't fully hold their attention; they kept turning their heads to take a peek every now and then.
It was foreseeable that it wouldn't be long before the little lions and little snakes also switched to their own exclusive uniforms.
Ah! Not bad at all!
In a good mood, Karl also began to watch the match with great interest.
Although he had no intention of participating in Quidditch, sitting leisurely in the stands and watching the players ride their broomsticks, engaging in back-and-forth maneuvers and subtle rivalry, was still quite interesting.
It was just like in his past life, where Karl didn't practice extreme sports, but that didn't stop him from enjoying watching videos of them.
Especially from a first-person perspective; after satisfying his eyes, he would often leave a comment like, "We sure are amazing."
At this moment on the Quidditch Pitch, the match between Gryffindor and Slytherin had reached a fever pitch.
Lee Jordan, who was serving as the commentator, began to rap thanks to his own talent, making it feel just like listening to a crosstalk performance.
First, he spoke of Charlie Weasley, a genius with natural talent and a fierce warrior, truly worthy of being the Gryffindor captain.
Then he talked about Oliver Wood, heroic and exceptionally talented, undoubtedly a fierce general.
Even the reserve players who hadn't taken the field yet—Alicia Spinnet, Angelina Johnson, and the twins George and Fred—were heavily praised by him, with him declaring that the team had worthy successors.
Of course, he didn't forget to complain at the end that Slytherin was using despicable tactics and playing unfairly, and that they should be disqualified immediately.
Professor McGonagall was so angry her eyes widened, wishing she could go up and grab his ear to give him a lecture.
Just as Karl, Shabi, and Stebbins were chatting away about everything under the sun, Nina walked over from the Ravenclaw stands, giving him a pitiful look.
"You two keep chatting; I'll instruct you further when your godfather returns."
Ignoring their winks, Karl followed Nina away from the stands and came to the outside of the Quidditch Pitch.
"What's wrong?"
"A little accident happened."
"Is it serious?"
"It's hard to say."
"Is it urgent?"
"You can take your time, but you must be quick."
Karl: (¬_¬)
This dialogue sounds familiar... You're using my lines!
Nina looked left and right, leaned in, and lowered her voice: "My Niffler just took advantage of me not paying attention and ran off somewhere."
A Niffler?
That magical creature with the legendary dragon-like greed for treasure and a pocket just like Doraemon's?
In many people's hearts, raising a Niffler is considered a small trick to get rich, a method that belongs to the 'going to prison' category.
"You brought a Niffler to school?"
"I've taken care of it since it was little, so I didn't feel comfortable leaving it at home."
Karl looked back at the stadium stands, "Then it must... surely have had quite a harvest by now, right?"
Nina brushed her hair unnaturally, her tone very awkward, "Yes... yes, that's why I'm asking for your help."
Giving her a speechless look, Karl summoned Fire Treasure.
"Ji!"
Understanding the situation, Fire Treasure took a deep breath, its big eyes burning with high fighting spirit.
"Fire Treasure can sense the heart-fire of all living things; a Niffler can't hide."
"Let's hurry and find it, otherwise the Little wizards will be crying."
Karl and Nina simultaneously transformed with tacit understanding, turning into two Jungle Cats, rushed to the stands, and began to search carefully.
Although the Little wizards didn't recognize these two cats, it wasn't strange for cats to appear at Hogwarts.
As long as it wasn't Filch's Madam Norris, everyone quite liked these little cuties, so they let Karl and Nina run around.
Under Fire Treasure's radar-like heart-fire sensing, the two quickly finished searching Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor.
Alright, I should have thought of this from the beginning.
If we're talking about which house has the most Galleons and Sickles in their pockets, and jewelry on their bodies, it's definitely Slytherin.
But Professor Snape was sitting in the stands with the little snakes, and neither of them wanted to go over there.
Although they didn't know why they were let off last time, if they were discovered this time, it wouldn't be as simple as losing five points.
"Ji!"
Just as the two were biting the bullet and running near the Slytherin stands, they received a reminder from Fire Treasure.
Karl looked in the direction it pointed, and sure enough, he found the Niffler, but it had already left the little snakes' stands.
This little guy looked a lot like a platypus and an echidna, covered in black fur, looking very cute.
It was currently dragging a sparkling necklace, running while trying to stuff it into its pocket.
Looking at the Niffler's escape route, the Jungle Cat that Nina had transformed into even stumbled in its pursuit, nearly tripping and falling to the ground.
Karl understood this, because he was about the same, fortunately his reaction was faster.
After stealing from the students, this unlucky Niffler headed straight for the three Professors: Professor McGonagall, Professor Flitwick, and Professor Sprout.
"Huh? Where did this Niffler come from?"
Unlike the student stands, which were crowded with people, the area where the three Professors were sitting had no obstructions.
So Professor McGonagall easily spotted the Niffler, tapped her wand lightly, and the ground transformed into a cage to trap it.
"Did a Niffler run out of the Forbidden Forest?"
Professor Sprout's greenhouse had been visited by Nifflers before, but fortunately, the plants inside weren't their target.
"Well, it seems Sylvanus will have a headache over these little guys again."
Professor Flitwick was referring to Professor Kettleburn from the Care of Magical Creatures class, a very legendary Professor.
After all, few people would experience at least sixty-two probations while teaching at Hogwarts, let alone the fact that he now only had one arm and half a leg left.
"Perhaps... that won't be necessary."
Professor McGonagall looked helplessly at the two Jungle Cats walking over shyly, her tone difficult to describe.
She didn't explain to the two Professors, but instead summoned the cage containing the Niffler into her hand and stood up to walk toward Hogwarts Castle.
Karl and Nina exchanged a glance and quickly trotted behind Professor McGonagall with small steps.
Professor Sprout and Professor Flitwick watched them, their faces showing thoughtful expressions.
On the second floor of Hogwarts Castle, in the Gryffindor Head of House office.
Professor McGonagall placed the cage on the desk and walked to the high-backed chair behind it to sit down.
The two Jungle Cats sat side by side obediently in front of the desk, heads lowered, ears drooping, even their fluffy long tails motionless, looking very pitiful.
"Karl?"
Professor McGonagall saw one of them raise a front paw, then looked at the other, "Nina?"
So the two Jungle Cats made the same gesture, which almost made her laugh in anger.
"Don't try to act pitiful here! Quickly, turn back!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Karl and Nina immediately transformed back into human form, with the same obedient expressions on their faces.
"Hehe~ Professor~" × 2
"Ten points from Hufflepuff, thirty points from Ravenclaw. Do you have any objections to this?"