HP: It's a snake, not a badger.

Chapter 13 Fragrant Human

After half an hour of acting cute and charming, Snape finally couldn't take it anymore.

The two walked towards the Forbidden Forest one after the other. In just six months, Emeric was almost as tall as Snape, and soon they found the bottle buried in the ground.

"Professor, if I lose consciousness, just knock me out. Protect yourself; I might be in danger." As he spoke, he threw various restrictive objects on the ground, including but not limited to binding him when he jumped up in his beast form and binding him when he stood up. As long as he didn't turn into a human, he would be bound to prevent harm from the outset.

After making all the preparations, Emeric took a deep breath and drank the somewhat nauseating red liquid.

Raise your wand and point it at your heart.

"Amado, Animo, Animado, Animagus"

Another heartbeat appeared in my chest, growing stronger and stronger, and the phantom of a beast gradually appeared.

A truly bizarre creature appeared on the ground, with two antlers on its head like a deer's, the head of a tabby cat, a large scarf like a lion's, a pure white and slender body, and an orange and white tail that looked like a tiger's tail, as long as a snow leopard's.

Snape stared at the grotesque creature, wand in hand, ready to knock it unconscious should it rage.

Emeric stared curiously at the dark-skinned human in front of him. He thought the human smelled nice and took a step forward to get closer, but found that the human was a little afraid of him.

Snape couldn't help but grip his wand tighter, watching it take a step closer, and instinctively backed away. He didn't want to attack unless absolutely necessary.

Emeric felt he had frightened the humans, and looking at the size difference between himself and the little humans, he seemed to understand something.

He shrank little by little until he looked the same size as a house cat, then leaped and pounced on the little human.

"Meow, meow, meow~" (This little human smells so good, let me rub against him, let me rub against him)

He stumbled back a step after being pounced on, barely managing to stand. Seeing the tufts of hair on his body, Snape's mood shifted from worry to anger, and then to utter unbearable frustration.

"Sardius, you're a human, not an animal. Do you even know who you are? If you let your fur fall on my clothes again, believe me, I'll shave you off."

"Mimi, meow~" (The cat doesn't know what you're saying, the cat doesn't understand, but the cat likes you.)

Finally, unable to bear it any longer, Snape grabbed the cat by the scruff of its neck and flicked the horn, which had grown to the size of a small tree branch. He discovered that it actually felt like tree bark and couldn't resist touching it.

By the time they reached the cellar door, the cat had been held and petted in Snape's arms. Snape collected all of his fur, nails, and saliva into a test tube.

Having acquired the new materials, which barely made up for the loss of his furry body, Snape very generously left Emeric in the cellar.

The kitten was definitely up to no good, but unfortunately, Professor Snape, who had never owned a cat, had no idea.

After he tried the new materials and still couldn't find the cat, he suddenly realized that things were getting serious.

There was nothing in the living room, and nothing in his potions room either. He opened the door to the potions storage room with great anxiety but found nothing, and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Snape was puzzled as to where the cat could have gone. In the end, only his bedroom remained, and the bedroom door was still open. He thought he had found the missing cat.

As soon as he opened the door, a large cat was lying comfortably on his bed, with his remaining robes covering the cat's belly.

Having experienced too much stress today, Snape was too exhausted to be angry. He used a levitation charm to move the cat out of the bedroom and lock it outside. Before he could finish tidying up the bedroom, a series of loud meows came from outside the door, sounding as if someone had taken over the cat's bed.

"You can sleep in the room, but you can't grow this big. You can only sleep on the sofa next to me. I know you understand. If you don't do as I say, you can go out and sleep in the living room."

Helplessly letting the cat in, Snape couldn't help but regret agreeing. Emeric, still human, was troublesome enough; as an animal, he was even more difficult, not to mention his strange, unruly behavior of rubbing against him.

The cat is hungry; the cat wants to eat.

Emeric tugged at Snape's sleeve as he pretended to bite the toad, his eyes fixed on the human.

"Fufu, bring up some food that this animal can eat, and also a bowl of fish ball soup for me." Snape pinched the bridge of his nose wearily; he figured he wouldn't have any free time today.

Wait until tomorrow. Emeric can't turn into a human yet, so I must go find Dumbledore and see if he recognizes this creature.

"Young Master, Young Master, you don't recognize Fufu anymore? Waaah, Young Master, Fufu failed to protect you..."

"Fufu, tell me, what do you know? Your young master told you to listen to me."

"Young Master has turned into Silas, waaaaah, Young Master needs to rest."

The sharp sound made Snape frown involuntarily; he felt he had seen Silas somewhere before.

He asked Fufu to prepare dinner. While he was looking through several books he had recently read, he discovered that the Animagus of Emerick was actually a descendant of God.

I turned around and grabbed the kitten by the scruff of its neck, looking it over from left to right, but I couldn't see any divine qualities in it.

The scene was very eerie; a dark-skinned man was carrying a kitten and flipping it over and over, a sight that would make anyone want to run away.

The weak and helpless Emeric twisted and turned, deciding he didn't like this human for even a second. No matter how fragrant a human was, he couldn't grab the great Silas by the back of the neck.

After finishing his midnight snack and feeding the cat, Snape was completely exhausted. Before eating, he was thinking about testing new materials, but in just over ten minutes, Emeric was jumping around while eating, impossible to hit and unable to understand his insults.

He kept the cat in the bedroom, not wanting it to be stressed by the water and make him look even worse. Snape thought he must be crazy to let such a troublemaker live in the cellar, hoping to see the sun rise tomorrow.

The next morning, Snape found bad news and even worse news on his bed.

Bad news: The cat climbed onto his bed in the middle of the night yesterday.

Worse still: the cat turned into an amnesiac child and was woken up by him.

Snape gazed at little Emeric, who looked exactly like a doll from his childhood. In the end, he couldn't resist hugging little Emeric and, as if fulfilling a childhood promise, patted Emeric's head.

He would definitely curse less in class from now on; this was his retribution. After Emeric opened his mouth to speak, Snape felt that all the evil he had done in his life had been punished.

"Xiangxiang, why don't you hug me!" Little Emeric rushed into Snape's arms, flailing his arms and trying to hug Xiangxiang's human form.

He had absolutely no desire to investigate why he had turned into Xiangxiang, just as he didn't want to care about this little brat at all. Snape's sense of responsibility told him he couldn't; the child trusted him, and thankfully it was holiday time, no need for classes.

He had time to take care of the child, holding Emeric's little hand and keeping the child under his control. Otherwise, Merlin didn't know what he was capable of. This was a lesson learned yesterday.

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I'm still so angry, I didn't describe it in detail, I can only imagine it. And those foreigners are going too far!