Chapter 233 The Wraith Chicken's Life at Hogwarts (Thanks to the Leader of "Random Function"!)

After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the Wraith Chicken, Nicolas Flamel and Perenelle Flamel quickly embarked on their adventure, taking a whole bottle of Coke before leaving.

Anthony hid the Wraith Chicken in his backpack and took it back to Hogwarts.

Neither the cat nor the mouse was in the office. The Wraith Chicken arrogantly patrolled the room - it looked at the cat climbing frame and cat bed sternly, jumped onto the windowsill and looked at the taller white fresh for a while, pecked at the feather pen curiously, looked at Anthony's lesson plan for a while, and looked into the unlit fireplace - and finally decided to occupy the top of Anthony's bookshelf and take a nap.

"Okay, you go to sleep. I'm going to the library." Anthony said a little worriedly, "If the cat comes back later, don't fight with it."

The chicken perfunctorily called softly and closed its eyes again.

...

Until Anthony finished dinner, the cat and the mouse did not return to the room. The calm mood of the ghost mouse was still vaguely floating in the depths of Anthony's mind, so he didn't care where they went. He just talked to the ghost chicken for a while, opened the lesson plan and looked at tomorrow's arrangements, and then went to wash up.

When he came out of the bathroom, the ghost chicken had landed on the railing of his bed, dozing with its neck shrunk like at home. Anthony turned off the chandelier and got into the quilt.

In the dark, he heard rustling sounds. The ghost chicken seemed to shake its wings and change its posture.

"Good night." Anthony said sleepily, suppressing a yawn, "You know when to wake me up."

Very rarely, he fell asleep as soon as his head touched the pillow.

In the middle of the night, a huge "bang" sound suddenly rang in the room, as if something had fallen. Anthony turned over and wanted to continue sleeping in a daze, but then there was another crackling sound.

Anthony opened his eyes.

With the little light coming through the curtains, he could vaguely see that some of his furniture had fallen to the ground, lying sideways like himself. In his mind, the vengeful chicken was sending a wave of impatience, and the panic of the vengeful mouse was ringing like an alarm clock.

A furry thing jumped onto his bed, swept over his head like the wind, stepped on his legs through the quilt, and jumped onto the windowsill. The vengeful chicken followed closely, flapping its wings, flew to the windowsill, and pecked at the other fiercely.

"A great welcome ceremony, cat." Anthony said sleepily, sitting up, "If you can arrange it during the day, I swear I will appreciate it more."

The vengeful mouse finally found an overlooked corner and hid behind the door. The alarm in Anthony's mind slowly subsided. The cat and the chicken were still fighting each other.

"Great." Anthony complained, yawning, "Does anyone want to sleep in the office?"

The vengeful chicken flapped its wings and flew to the chandelier. Several candles fell to the ground with a clatter. The chandelier swayed with a clang, and the metal bracket made a harsh groan under the claws of the ghost chicken.

The cat tilted its head back, swaying its head with concentration as the chandelier swung left and right, and its tail swung excitedly. Anthony put on his slippers, held the pillow and quilt in his hands, and stood up with difficulty.

The ghost mouse suddenly jumped out when he passed by, grabbed his trouser legs, sat on the slippers, and carefully wrapped its tail around his ankles. Anthony looked down at it, took a few steps forward carefully, and walked into the office. He threw the pillow and quilt on the empty reception chair, turned around, grabbed the door handle, and looked into the bedroom.

The cat's two front paws had already hooked on the chandelier. More candles fell. In the darkness, the beautiful chandelier was like a small boat in a storm, shaking violently in the stormy waves.

The chicken flapped its wings to keep its balance and pecked at the cat. The cat turned its head and looked at Anthony while hanging in the air.

"Help yourself," Anthony said. "Have a wonderful night." He closed the door.

He turned around and saw the ghost mouse climbed up the cat climbing frame and rolled himself up in a small ball of cotton that the cat had scratched out.

Deep in his mind, the anger of the ghost chicken was still burning.

The sound of the cat and chicken fighting came faintly through the door and the wall.

Anthony yawned again, took out his wand and knocked on the chair, turning it into a small bed, climbed on it and fell asleep very peacefully until dawn.

…

With the precedent of the transparent mouse, the students quickly recognized the transparent chicken as Anthony's pet.

At first, they were a little confused about Anthony's choice of pet ("Is he doing magic experiments with cat snacks and calling them pets?"), but it wasn't long before the ghost chicken gained its own reputation with its fighting prowess.

According to the students, Mrs. Norris meowed and wanted to make the chicken her afternoon tea snack. However, when Anthony arrived, it was fleeing under the fierce pecks of the Wraith Chicken. Peeves laughed unpleasantly in the air, hitting its back with chalk, and even temporarily ignored the students who were looking at them with their backpacks on their heads.

"Don't chase me, chicken," Anthony said, squatting down and holding out his arms.

The Wraith Chicken hesitated for a moment, stopped, and puffed out his chest proudly. He slowly walked back under the curious gazes of students at both ends of the corridor, jumped onto Anthony's arm, and folded his wings gracefully.

Anthony heard a student say enviously: "That's great."

The Wraith Chicken obviously heard it too. Anthony felt a reserved joy pass through it. It held its head high and turned its head to look at the surrounding students.

Peeves screamed happily, broke a piece of chalk in half, and accurately hit the back of Anthony's head and the comb of the Wraith Chicken.

The Wraith Chicken flew into a rage - "Chickens can fly!" someone exclaimed - pecking and kicking Peeves on the head. Anthony tried to call the chicken back, but it had already made up its mind to defend its dignity.

Peeves chuckled and reached out to grab the chicken, but only pulled out a few feathers.

"Oh!" he said in surprise, with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Anthony held his head. His mind was filled with the anger of the Wraith Chicken, and it was almost coming out of his ears. As a wraith, the wraith chicken has never had its feathers pulled off by anyone - anything.

"Chick--" said Anthony.

The Wraith Chicken fluttered in the air, grabbed Peeves' hat, and pulled it off. The students let out a burst of cheers, then were drenched by the ink coming out of their hats, and hurriedly checked the papers in their schoolbags.

Anthony blocked it with his arm, and when he lowered his hand, the Wraith Chicken had turned into a pitch-black chicken.

"Hello, Crow!" said Peeves, "Haha, what a big Crow!"

He snatched his hat from the mouth of the Wraith Chicken, raised his hat like a curtain call, bowed to the chaotic students, and disappeared. The Wraith Chicken was so angry that it disappeared when no one had the energy to pay attention to it.

When Anthony returned to the office, he found him squatting in the sink and sulking.

The ginger cat rubbed around it, making its own fur messy. The resentful mice were dragging the towels, trying to get them to wipe them. As a result, the entire bathroom was filled with black mouse footprints and traces left by the dirty towels on the floor.

When he turned the doorknob, all the pets' movements stopped. The cat meowed softly.

Anthony sighed, rolled up his sleeves, and began to fill the bathtub with water.

"You all need to take a shower," he said, looking at the ink marks on his hands that hadn't been cleaned and removed, and corrected, "Us."

After half an hour, he finally figured out that one shouldn't try to bathe a chicken and a cat at the same time. The wraith mouse clung pitifully to the slippery edge of the bathtub, bobbing in the huge waves caused by the chicken and cat.

Anthony fished out the mouse and wrapped it in a small piece of paper towel. Then he looked at the two pets having a great time in the water. For the first time, he began to think about whether he shouldn't have brought the Wraith Chicken to the house so early. Come to school.

"I'm going to the Ministry of Magic this Saturday to attend Pettigrew's interrogation - that's Scabbers of the Weasley family, that mouse you don't like." He told the wraith mouse, "If they want to turn my office into Ruins, please remember to send me a warning."

The mouse raised its small black eyes and looked at him questioningly, then at the cat and chicken next to it.

"Yeah, I know." Anthony promised, "I'll bring you three more apples."

The resentful mouse was satisfied.

There are probably two to three thousand words left later...I can't even figure out my update pattern.