High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 691 - 39 Turning into a Cat Again_1

Chapter 691: Chapter 39 Turning into a Cat Again_1

For Zheng Qing, this year’s Halloween seemed especially unique.

Not only because this was his first time spending this holiday in a wizard’s school, and not just because Halloween this year came with a day off. But more because he and the Gypsy witch had an interesting little adventure on this special day.

Furthermore, although they violated a bunch of school rules, the two were never caught by the school’s patrol team, and finished the adventure safely - what satisfied the young scholarship student most was the frank and serious exchange with the Gypsy witch after the adventure.

Of course, this is just his viewpoint.

But as the proverb goes, there is always a silver lining - or in other words, disasters come with blessings and blessings come with disasters - In summary, if there’s a positive side to anything, there would naturally be a negative side. It is essential to understand the duality and two-point theory in perceiving things.

I’ve digressed.

In any case, it may be that the day went too smoothly that luck had to rebound against him; it might be because the pessimistic thinking of the Gypsy witch left traces in his mind; it could be possible that the guilt of violating the school rules caused it; of course, the highest possibility is that the time for the "therapy effect" of the last treatment arrived - all in all, on Wednesday night once he fell asleep, the young scholarship student had a nightmare again.

Although he did not remember the details of the dream, the color of the dream was very clear.

Layers upon layers of intense red color, like paint, brushed across his dream again and again. So much so that when he opened his eyes in the morning, he still felt as if his eyes were emitting a red glow. He subconsciously scanned the evil-warding mirror hanging on the dormitory ceiling, fearing that the copper light which wards off evil might come brushing down and injure him badly.

This pressure finally eased gradually when he finished washing up and left the dormitory to attend morning classes. But the slight throbbing pain coming from his temples cast a shadow over the heart of the young scholarship student.

He was very familiar with this throbbing feeling - it would only appear on the eve of his headaches - however, he had rarely encountered it in recent years and had almost forgotten about it. It was only his experiences since starting school that brought back this sensation.

However, according to the professors, after using the "Catastrophe Avoidance" method, he should be able to have peace for a long period - this "long period" was not a definite number but often lasted for more than two months.

And not much time had passed since the last time Zheng Qing turned into a cat.

Considering this, for some reason, Zheng Qing subconsciously thought of his experiences in the freshmen match, thought of his own shadow that escaped - his intuition told him that the appearance of a headache predictor had something to do with these events.

According to the best strategy to discover and resolve problems, when Zheng Qing’s body sent warning signs, he should immediately go to the school hospital, get a sick leave note, then go to either old Yao or Professor Yi - obviously, Professor Li who teaches alchemy also was a good candidate. However, his office environment was somewhat deteriorated, and the young scholarship student fundamentally rejected this choice - he should visit the offices of the other two professors, let them give him a look, and see if there’s any danger in his condition.

After some hesitation, Zheng Qing decided to abandon this choice.

As a grown-up man, he felt he was fully capable and experienced in handling this problem himself. If he went to the professor every time he had a headache or fever, he would never have the chance to grow.

Besides, no matter how serious the situation, changing into a cat approximately solved it. His grey cloth bag had a small box with transformation potions, so there was no need to bother the professors with this excuse.

Thus, despite the occasional throbbing pain in his temples, Zheng Qing still dutifully went to the teaching building to attend class - it was also the "responsibility" of being a good student.

An unfathomable sense of threat persisted throughout Thursday, and by evening, the situation had not improved at all. The young scholarship student finally made up his mind to drink a transfiguration potion — because the sense of fragmentation and behavior after the last transfiguration had made Zheng Qing both love and hate this method of evading catastrophe.

Of course, his decision was based largely on the fact that not long ago, Andrew had gifted him ten transfiguration potions. This meant that even without visiting the professor’s office to fill out a slew of application forms, he could transform at will — although it was a bit against the rules, it gave him a degree of freedom.

Perhaps it was psychological, but ever since he roamed around Alpha Castle with Elena, the young scholarship student felt as though he had broken free from some sort of barrier, experiencing a sense of freedom.

It seemed that breaking these rules didn’t matter that much.

"But tomorrow is Friday!" Upon hearing Zheng Qing’s plans, Xin Fat Man was the first to express doubts: "The alchemy class in the morning might not mind one or two absentees, but there is a practical class in the afternoon! Assistant Hilda will definitely notice your absence... Do you plan to attend class as a cat? You’ll be tormented by those witches!"

Professor Tesla, who teaches alchemy, is often "absent". He only shows up for a few classes at the beginning of the term, and on regular days, most of the classes are managed by his team of researchers. As the researchers are numerous and busy, a different teacher is assigned for each lecture. The relative "safety" mentioned by the Fat Man referred to this.

In contrast, Assistant Hilda was always present in every class, consummately diligent. Additionally, he was quite familiar with several male students. If Zheng Qing were to miss class without reason, it would certainly draw his attention.

If speculations about the two professors had some basis, Fat Man’s subsequent imaginings about what Zheng Qing would endure as a cat were baseless, with malicious implications.

Listening to Fat Man’s increasingly absurd conjectures, the young scholarship student’s face turned green.

"I never said I was going to drink the transfiguration potion today!" A vein throbbed on the young scholarship student’s forehead as he snapped: "Can’t I just bear it and wait until tomorrow’s day off?! You, with your fat-filled brain, are always mulling over all sorts of crazy things..."

According to Zheng Qing’s plan, similar to the previous time, he would drink the transfiguration potion mixed with milk before bed after finishing tomorrow’s classes. This would not only ensure a smooth transformation but also would not affect the night patrol on Saturday. And based on his previous experience, he would go out wandering after waking up with a "cat body" and return in the early afternoon, then take some time to adjust his mental state to prepare for the night’s work.

"The only issue is, you are not sure of the effectiveness of the transfiguration potion given by Andrew." Doctor Xiao supplemented the plan for Zheng Qing, adding : "The potions prepared by the school will definitely have some differences compared to the mass-produced ones from outside pharmacies."

"I suggest not mixing it with milk, just drink it straight away to transform earlier. This way, you can return earlier, avoiding any timing issues that could affect the patrol task."

Zheng Qing paused for a moment to think and then nodded in agreement.

"But the night is more dangerous than the daytime... The Festival of the Lower Yuan just passed a day ago! What if some werewolves lag in reverting from their animalistic state, wouldn’t you be inviting them for an extra meal?" Xin Fat Man also gave his opinion: "I remember there seems to be a natural conflict between cats and dogs ...Although werewolves don’t exactly count as dogs, but you are not a real cat either."

While his opinion was valid, Zheng Qing couldn’t shake off the feeling that Xin was subtly expressing something malicious.

He paused before finally concluding, "At worst, I just won’t go out. I’ll stay on the balcony and play with Tuan Tuan."

At the table, the fat flower cat, who was sniffing the withered chrysanthemums in the vase, sneezed twice forcefully and seemed to sneer at the young scholarship student’s plan with contemptuous eyes.