There is a half-baked witch in the witch school in Gdansk - flying class, potion class, black cat breeding class... All are unqualified, only the transfiguration is slightly better. As her black cat Yus, I feel deeply helpless about this. Who makes black cats not have the right to choose their master and reincarnation?
But what surprised me was that such a garbage owner who could blow up the kitchen in potions class and get lost in the bathroom gradually became sneaky and unpredictable after a stormy night accompanied by bursts of thunder.
The beast's sixth sense tells me that the owner of the garbage must have a secret of his own!
Meow, meow, meow, meow! ! As if he knows what this damn secret is!