High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 1395 - 142 Enchantment (Part 1)

Chapter 1395: Chapter 142 Enchantment (Part 1)

"So you came to me today because you want me to help you catch that little dog?"

When Zheng Qing saw the grey figure again in Su Shijun’s office, he finally gave up any illusions and laid out his ’little trouble,’ hoping to get the witch’s assistance.

Su Shijun sat behind the office desk, legs crossed and arms folded, looking at the public expense student with an unfriendly gaze: "So all that stuff about Poseidon just now..."

"No, no, no, Poseidon is actually the reason why I came here... and the main reason at that." Zheng Qing immediately swore profusely, insisting that he truly came to discuss the matter of sitting in on Poseidon’s college courses next semester — the dog was just a minor issue, and if it hadn’t appeared in front of him again, he’d almost forgotten about it.

After a few more oaths, even he himself started to believe that was the truth.

The owner of the office snorted, lightly letting the topic slide.

"The matter of Poseidon going to school, we can discuss that later... Let’s handle your little trouble first... Did you say you first saw that dog under a Cat Fruit Tree?"

Zheng Qing nodded at once.

Su Shijun picked up the bent feather pen from the desk, straightening out its messy feathers: "Which Cat Fruit Tree? I don’t remember there being one planted within the academy."

Zheng Qing paused momentarily before realizing.

The witch had mistaken what he said for an actual ’Cat Fruit’ tree.

He had to start explaining from the beginning — starting from his ingestion of the Transformation Potion, transforming into a cat and becoming the leader of a cat pack, to the cat pack occupying an ’old oak tree’ as a base. Since the cats liked to curl up into balls and squat on the branches of the oak tree, looking like fluffy fruits, he had named it the ’Cat Fruit Tree.’

It suddenly dawned on Su Shijun: "So it was this kind of ’Cat Fruit Tree’... But why didn’t you turn into a fox?"

Zheng Qing’s head was nodding halfway when he suddenly realized something was off.

"Huh?" He looked up confusedly, feeling a bit lost trying to keep up with the witch’s conversational pace. They were clearly discussing the issue with the dog, so what did it have to do with his transformed appearance?

"Not turning into a... maybe... probably because..." He stammered, his mind racing to come up with an appropriate reason: "Because my family used to have a cat, so I’m more familiar with cats?"

He regretted this explanation as soon as it left his mouth.

A certain fox had once stayed at his place for a while and knew the situation at his home.

"Doesn’t your family forbid keeping pets?" Su Shijun raised an eyebrow but quickly relaxed, her tone as arrogantly casual as ever: "Never mind, never mind... even if you turned into a stinkbug, what would it matter to me. I was just asking casually."

Zheng Qing wiped his forehead, feeling an immense exhaustion in his heart.

He spent the whole day matching wits and strength with that small dog and didn’t feel as exhausted as he did now. In a certain moment, he even started regretting coming to this office—It was just a small dog, and it hadn’t really done anything to him. He could’ve simply sent a Flying Paper Crane to the gentleman, or even asked Brother Huang to step in. Though it would be a bit troublesome, it certainly wouldn’t have led to such an awkward situation.

"Stinkbugs are easily squashed by people," he muttered quietly in response to the office owner.

"You said before, that small dog had once escaped from under Old Yao’s nose... And just now it appeared in my office, yet it didn’t catch my attention." Su Shijun sat up slightly, leaning forward to reveal a graceful figure: "A dog that can escape from a top-class Big Wizard is definitely not an ordinary one... I am also curious what breed it actually is. Do you have any clues now?"

Zheng Qing averted his eyes, doing his best to resist the charm emanating from the witch behind the office desk, then stared at the pot of Devil’s Ivy as if the dog would still pop out from behind it:

"Doctor... I mean Xiaoxiao, a classmate of mine, is very familiar with magical creatures and can recognize all the magical creatures listed in the ’Wizard’s Encyclopedia’... He had researched that small dog before; back when the dog showed up at the Cat Fruit Tree and started meowing like a cat, I found it a bit strange, so I asked for his help... That small dog was only a little bit weird back then, not as weird as it is now."

His statement was rambling and disorganized to the point that Zheng Qing was sweating profusely as he spoke.

But Su Shijun seemed to be accustomed to others acting this way; she was pinching a Feather Pen, tapping it on the parchment, with her other hand supporting her chin, listening with keen interest: "... So, you mean to say that the small dog initially didn’t just disappear on a whim, or cling to someone like a dog-skin plaster?"

"Shouldn’t... right?" Zheng Qing glanced uncertainly at the witch, and then immediately snorted in his heart and looked away.

Because of the witch leaning forward, the oversized batwing shirt was somewhat tight on her body. Summer clothing tended to be lightweight and thin, plus Zheng Qing had excellent eyesight, so it was easy for him to catch the lines and marks of the undergarments pressing under the thin fabric.

For a vigorous young Warlock, this was fatal.

"Either it can or it can’t... What does adding ’maybe’ mean?" The witch’s pleasant voice rang in his ears, apparently a bit annoyed, yet without the ability to make one angry.

"What I meant was... I’m not exactly sure either." Zheng Qing stared blankly at the Devil’s Ivy, desperately wishing it would sprout a flower in the next second, murmuring his answer: "When the small dog was in the tree, it just meowed like a cat... I didn’t see it tracking other people or cats, nor did I see it disappear at random."

Until it bit him.

Zheng Qing added silently in his mind but did not share this with Su Shijun. Because that would lead to a whole string of trouble. And it wouldn’t make dealing with that dog any easier.

"Have you provoked any canine magical creatures before?" Su Shijun shifted to another question.

"No..." Zheng Qing decisively shook his head, then after the third shake, he paused for a few seconds, his rocking head drew an arc, descending to his chest, turning into a nod: "... Maybe."

Su Shijun was about to be amused to anger.

"Maybe? Hmm?" She raised her voice slightly, and the tip of the Feather Pen in her hand made a puffing sound as it poked the parchment: "You don’t know if you’ve provoked other dogs? Or is it like flirting with girls, you can’t keep clear how many witches you’ve attracted?"

That comment hit close to the bone.

Zheng Qing hastened to speak, explaining somewhat awkwardly: "No, what I mean is... At school, apart from this dog, I haven’t provoked other canine magical creatures... But last winter break when I went home, I was attacked by a stray demon dog near my house... just that once."

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