"Fei Xu! Look! We'll have a flight class starting this week!"

The new week began, and Ron Weasley, No. 4, shouted early in the morning at a notice posted in the common room.

Immediately afterwards, he showed a disgusting expression, "It's really unlucky to take a flight class with Slytherin."

However, Fei Xu could not empathize with it. He didn't know what the flight class was, nor did he hate Slytherin's students.

However, among the humans around, Fei Xu gradually understood what the situation was in flight class, which was a lesson to teach people how to fly to the sky on a broom.

"Oh, I get it," Fei Xu suddenly realized, "Minerva seems to like this very much."

I remember that I had once shattered a book with a human riding a broom on the cover. After Minerva came back, she was furious. Not only did she scold him, but she also wanted to punish him for thinking about it.

But in the end he was mopped by him.

"You must be Quidditch!" When talking about this, Ron kept talking, "That's the best sport in the world! There is no wizard who doesn't love this!"

Other students from the wizard family also joined the topic and used it as an extension to brag about their past flight experiences. The little wizards like Harry who grew up in the Muggle world were stunned.

But Fei Xu was not interested in Quidditch and the flying broom, and he was still in a hurry to go to the auditorium for breakfast.

After arriving at the auditorium, it was obviously much louder than usual. The other three colleges also received notices for flight classes. The freshmen in the first grade were all discussing this topic excitedly, and the senior students also seized the time to interject a few words, then quickly left and rushed to class.

"Give."

As soon as Fei Xu sat down on the long table, Hermione pushed the cut steak in front of him and stuffed a fork into Fei Xu's hand.

After the initial excitement, the little witches gradually became normal for feeding Feixu, and then began to consider how to help Feixu integrate into a normal life.

After some private discussion, they took turns to prepare food for Feixu and let him eat it with his own hands.

"Fei Xu, are you sure about flight classes?"

Hermione, who had never been exposed to a broom, has been very nervous since she knew she was going to fly a flight class. She kept looking for a little wizard born with a muggle like herself to find some balance.

After seeing Fei Xu, she also asked subconsciously.

"I don't know, I haven't flew past." (￣～￣)

Fei Xu replied vaguely, holding a fork in his hand and chewing beef in his mouth. After a week of campus life, he gradually got used to communicating with other young wizards.

"Anyway, I'm not afraid of falling, and I won't be injured even if I fall down accidentally."

"Woo... It's so good...Animagus..."

Hermione, who failed to find balance, wrinkled her little face and considered whether it would be better for him to learn from Animagus as well.

In such a turbulent disturbance, Thursday came in a blink of an eye.

Today's breakfast was a little dark in skin. Parvati Pettil had a little forehead-adored lamb chops prepared for Feix with a very fine cut.

Fei Xu was chewing the lamb chops and was happily gnawing. A slight murmur came from his ears. It was the content of "The Magical Quidditch Ball" that was whispering torn apart by Hermione, the book that Fei Xu tore up.

"The book holder alone can't teach you how to fly correctly, Miss Mouse tooth."

Malfoy walked over with a large bag of candy. After hearing Hermione's mumblings clearly, he couldn't help but drag his tone to mock him.

Before Hermione could retort, Malfoy put the candy in his hand in front of Feish.

"My mom sent some candies over here, and I took some to you for a taste."

Malfoy said slowly to Feixu.

In addition to the Little Lion in Gryffindor, students from other academys would come over to bring some food to Feish from time to time. Malfoy, who could always receive snacks from home, joined in after being reserved for a few days.

"Oh! Thank you, big forehead!" (●?ω?●)

Fei Xu, whose eyes were lit, quickly opened the bag, grabbed a handful of candy and stuffed it into his mouth.

Malfoy's arrogant face suddenly collapsed, "If possible, I would like you to call me Draco."

"Okay, big forehead, no problem, big forehead."

In fact, it is easy to remember the names of these people, Fei Xu, who wanted to remember them, but he was more accustomed to calling them in his own way, and the nickname he gave seemed to have caused a tide within Hogwarts. George and Fred now called each other, and they have directly replaced No. 2 and No. 3.

Even some professors at Hogwarts sometimes use this nickname to make fun of each other, and the one who is most passionate about this is not someone else, but the bad old man Dumbledore.

Just as Malfoy was still trying to prevent Fix from calling his forehead, an owl flew to Gryffindor's long table and threw a small package in front of Neville, who was trying to listen to Hermione's muttering.

Neville opened the parcel and inside it was a glass ball wrapped in white smoke.

"This is a memory ball!" Neville explained to everyone: "Grandma knows that I always have no memory - it will tell you if there is something you forgot to do. Look, you hold it tightly, like this, if it turns red..."

As Neville said, he picked up the memory ball and planned to demonstrate to everyone.

As a result, suddenly a furry paw slapped from the side and knocked down the memory ball in his hand with a slap.

"Oh! My memory ball...Feith?"

As a purebred kitten, Feixu could not refuse a shiny glass ball at all, so when he saw Neville open the bag, Feixu's vision was fixed on the memory ball. After observing for a while, he seized the opportunity and turned into a cat form and pounced it off Neville.

After knocking the memory ball down, Fisch slapped it back and forth with his two front paws, jumping around the long table in Gryffindor.

After the victim Navigh discovered that it was Fei Xu, he immediately lost his opinion and let Fei Xu play on the memory ball. The others also looked at the kitten playing on the dining table with a doting look on their faces, and even took the initiative to move their own plates so that Fei Xu could have a more enjoyable time.

"If you like playing ball, I can ask my dad to find something better for you."

Malfoy, who was left alone, was very upset. He raised his voice and wanted to attract Feixu's attention. Unfortunately, Feixu was addicted to playing football and didn't hear it at all.

"Your dad doesn't need your head, your big forehead looks pretty round."

Ron mocked without hesitation when he saw Malfoy being defeated.

"Using your head to replace the ball should be a tradition in your Weasley family. After all, with your family background, it is not easy to buy a ball."

Compared with Malfoy, Ron's eloquence was still too weak, and he was immediately choked by Malfoy's retort and couldn't speak.

Just as Ron was angry and stood up and planned to take action, Professor McGonagall noticed the movement here and rushed over.

"What's going on?"

Professor McGonagall saw Fersh, who had messed up the Gryffindor long table at a glance.

"Fei Xu! You won't give me some good meals! Gryffindor deducted five points!"

However, the professors' ever-increasing deduction methods cannot work for Feix, and even the other students in Gryffindor were treated with a common attitude, so Hermione alone made up her mind to make up for the points deducted by Feix elsewhere.

While Professor McGonagall was scolding Feish, Malfoy had already escaped with his two followers.

"Meow~"?●ω●?

Fei Xu, who was pinched by Professor McGonagall, shouted softly, and the little witches nearby felt relieved.

The tried-and-tested Professor McGonagall was unmoved. She glanced at the students around her with a stern look, pointed to the glass ball that had just been slapped by Fei Xu and asked, "Whose is this?"

“Yes…it’s mine…”

Navi raised his hand tremblingly and explained in a low voice: "This is the memory ball prepared by grandma for me, I always lose it..."

Professor McGonagall is not unfamiliar with Neville, and he also knows his touching memory.

"If it's yours, please keep it," Professor McGonagall frowned and then put Feish on the chair, "Change me back and have a good meal!"

"I want a ball, too!"

Feish, who had changed back to human form, stood on the chair, grabbed Professor McGonagall's arm and said coquettishly.

"Don't there be several balls at home? You'll throw them in the corner after playing for a few times. There's also the poor Purong Wing. After you've played for less than three days, it will be tortured to death by you!"

Professor McGonagall pulled out his arm, pressed Feixu's head and rubbed Feixu's fluffy silver hair into a mess.

“Woo…”

Many little witches bite their handkerchiefs when they saw this scene.

So enviable!

Although Feixu occasionally lets them touch their heads now, he still cannot RUA cats as unscrupulous as Professor McGonagall.

Under the influence of Feish, more and more little wizards wanted to become an Animagus and become a cat to get close to him.

Fei Xun didn't know that he had inspired the enthusiasm of a group of young wizards. Under Professor McGonagall's reminder, he tilted his head and began to recall it.

“Is there any?”

In my memory... it seems like this is something, but after he slapped the balls for a while, he threw them aside. Now I don't know where they are going.

As for that velvet...

"Oh, this sausage tastes really good." (●?ω?●)

Fei Xu blinked, sat back on the chair as if nothing had happened, and forked up a piece of sausage and stuffed it into his mouth, saying in confusion.

...
Chapter completed!