While Karl was busy preparing his summer battle plans, the Hogwarts Quidditch finals arrived.
As the most anticipated event after the final exams, second only to the farewell feast, this match already had a particularly high level of attention.
After all, after studying hard for half a year, shouldn't they be able to enjoy themselves?
Coupled with the suspense of whether Hufflepuff could successfully defend their title and if Gryffindor could win the championship again after five years, the anticipation for the finals was at its peak.
Throughout Hogwarts, both the Professors and the young Wizards arrived early at the Quidditch Pitch stands to await the start of the match.
Especially a certain Professor Minerva McGonagall, who preferred to remain anonymous, woke up before dawn and then eagerly waited by the window.
When she saw people heading to the Quidditch Pitch, she immediately left with renewed vigor.
On the surface, she was calm and collected, as if everything was normal, but inside, she was already incredibly excited.
She walked with such briskness that Karl had to jog to keep up with her.
"Minerva! Eat first!"
Upon reaching the entrance hall, Karl was about to head to the Great Hall when he saw Cat Mom making a beeline for the Quidditch Pitch.
"You go eat, I'm not hungry."
Professor McGonagall yelled back without turning her head, and soon, she was out of sight.
Karl: (,one)
What's so great about that crummy Quidditch?
She had just told him to eat on time, but now she had forgotten herself, which was truly vexing.
The worried Kitten had no choice but to pack some food from the Great Hall and deliver it to the stands at the Quidditch Pitch.
"Eat your food quickly!"
Professor McGonagall: (_)
Noticing that the Kitten was a little displeased, the guilty Cat Mom quickly took the food and shoved it into her mouth.
"Hmm, how strange! Today's sandwiches and toast are especially delicious!"
"Of course, if you waited until after the match, even Hagrid's rock cakes would taste delicious."
Not that bad!
Professor McGonagall smiled sheepishly, quickly finished her meal, and then ruffled Karl's hair.
"Thanks for your concern. Do you want to watch the match together? I can explain it to you."
"I don't think so. I'm not interested in Quidditch, and I have plans with Nina."
Recalling last year's experience, Karl still couldn't help but curl his toes, feeling like he could dig out a whole Hogwarts Castle.
Now, many people mistakenly believed him to be a flying expert, especially first-year students like Hannah, who wondered why Karl hadn't joined the Quidditch team.
To this question, the "expert" Karl could only say that Hufflepuff was too strong and dominant, and to give other houses a chance, he chose to stay behind the scenes, which prevented him from being exposed.
"Alright then, I hope you two have fun."
Watching Karl's retreating figure, Professor McGonagall smiled contentedly. The Kitten was growing up.
Inside the Room of Requirement, within the magical suitcase, Karl and Nina arrived at the Norwegian Ridgeback's nest.
Seeing them approach from afar, the creature immediately scurried back into its cave, leaving only its backside and a long tail exposed.
"What is it doing?"
"It probably got beaten up by Milo and Lucy again, so it's unhappy."
Karl shook his head helplessly. If Hagrid knew about this, wouldn't he cry?
He immediately transformed, and the imposing yet adorable little Dragon reappeared.
Then, he skillfully dodged to the side, avoiding Nina's pounce.
Karl: (one_one)
"Oh! Let me hug you!"
Nina's eyes sparkled with tiny lights, filled with affection for the little Dragon.
There was no helping it; compared to the Dragons of the Wizarding World, Smaug's art style was indeed different.
"Stop messing around! Let's get down to business first!"
If she got to hug him, it wouldn't be just for a moment; this girl could pet him for half a day.
At this moment, the Norwegian Ridgeback, sensing the presence of the Dragon King, also crawled out and quickly ran to Karl's side, lying on the ground.
While continuously whimpering, it also pointed a claw towards the distant lake.
From its demeanor, it wasn't just complaining; it was probably cursing quite harshly.
Nina blinked, "I wrongly accused Milo and Lucy just now. It seems Seth was the one who beat it this time."
Alright, as a Dragon, to be beaten repeatedly by a Cat Leopard, a Thunderbird, and a Horned Serpent.
Isn't that embarrassing for a Dragon? How will it ever make a name for itself in the Dragon world and the world of magical creatures?
It's important to note that after reaching adulthood, while none of these creatures could truly defeat each other, Dragons still held an advantage in terms of raw power.
After all, they had thick hides and were particularly resilient.
Karl patted the little fellow's head, "Listen, I've given you a new name. From now on, you'll be called Noberta. Did you remember that?
Not Vegeta."
Noberta's clear eyes held a kind of uncorrupted foolishness that made it seem particularly similar to a husky.
Karl sighed, and had to repeat the name over and over again until it got used to it.
And to make Noberta understand its subordinate position and behave without throwing tantrums, Karl reluctantly allowed Nina to hug and pet him for a long time, which left Noberta stunned.
It proved that this method was very effective.
When Nina approached Noberta again, it immediately displayed a submissive posture.
Although its mind wasn't flexible enough, at least its instincts were normal.
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