44 The Shock Brought By The Phoenix!

In the blink of an eye, it's Monday again.

Early in the morning, the young wizards came to the cafeteria to eat. Harry looked a little tired. He hadn't gotten much rest over the weekend because he joined the Quidditch team.

Throughout the day, he was pulled by Wood for training, and he was kept in solitary confinement at night.

Now, the person Harry hates most is Snape, followed by Malfoy.

Even Dudley had to line up behind these two.

Suddenly, the doors of the auditorium opened, and there was a chaotic and noisy sound as if hundreds of birds were flapping their wings.

The young wizards were used to this, so they quickly filled their bowls with vegetables and shielded them in front of them.

Soon, a flock of owls flew in, throwing letters and packages into the arms of their recipients or nearby bowls of soup, leaving a mess.

The twins secretly hid their packages, which were the big shit eggs and nosebleed nougats they bought at Zonko's Joke Shop. They must not be seen by Professor McGonagall.

Harry also picked up today's Daily Prophet and read it.

"Bah!"

At that moment, a bird song appeared out of thin air, causing the owls to startle. Two of them that were flying in the sky fell directly into the soup.

Everyone looked up, trying to find the source of the sound.

A flash of fire suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then a flying phoenix emerged from the flames, carrying two packages at its feet.

Under everyone's stunned gaze, the phoenix landed next to Wayne and placed down the packages.

"What is this...?" Cedric, who had been discussing the illustrious history of Charlie Cannon with Wayne, couldn't even speak anymore.

"Huh? These are the packages I bought. What's wrong?" Wayne slowly placed the packages at his feet.

"No!" Cedric finally regained his composure and said, "The focus isn't on the packages; the focus is on this... this phoenix!"

Seeing the phoenix perched on Wayne's shoulder, preening its feathers, Cedric couldn't contain his excitement any longer.

"Why would a phoenix deliver packages to you?" he asked a question that all the new students of the young wizards wanted to know. Professor Sprout, who was in the guest seat and wanted breakfast, and Kettleburn, who was teaching the Care of Magical Creatures class, hurried over.

Especially Kettleburn, who only had half a leg left, and used magic to float his chair over.

Gazing at the phoenix with admiration, Kettleburn said, "Look at her, how beautiful she is!"

"Beautiful?" Wayne raised an eyebrow and reached out to touch the phoenix's head.

Compared to when it first hatched, the appearance of the phoenix had changed dramatically. It had grown orange-red feathers with a hint of green at the tips.

It did look much better. Compared to beauty, Wayne honestly thinks that his bird is just average, better than the ones in Pokémon.

Far from being beautiful.

As if sensing his master's dislike, Fox chirped in dissatisfaction and gently pecked Wayne's cheek, almost playfully.

When it was born, its owner thought it was just a Shoebill bird, but now that it has grown a bit, it has the resemblance of a legendary Pokémon. Yet, its owner is still not satisfied.

What more do you want from me?

Do you have to transform into a human to satisfy your debt of gratitude?

"Mr. Lawrence, who is this phoenix?" Professor Sprout asked after observing for a moment.

"Fox found me a few days after I received the admission notice. We got along quite well, so he followed me." Wayne made up an excuse on the spot, unconcerned whether or not anyone would believe it.

"Getting along?"

Upon hearing his half-hearted reply, Cedric's eyes turned red, and the other young wizards were equally unimpressed.

Hermione stared at him from beside the long Gryffindor table. If the professor hadn't been there, she would have rushed over to get a closer look.

This is a phoenix!

Since this century, people have only known the existence of two phoenixes. One is Dumbledore's pet, Fawkes. The other is Sparky, the mascot of the Moutohora Macaws Quidditch team. Wayne's Phoenix is the third one.

A young wizard who has just started school with a phoenix as a pet?

Malfoy was incredibly jealous, to the point where he almost clenched his teeth in frustration. His favorite magical creature is the fire dragon, but that doesn't mean he doesn't appreciate the phoenix. This rare, noble magical creature would be perfect for the Malfoy family.

For a moment, Malfoy considered asking Wayne to sell him the phoenix. However, he knew better than to think that Wayne would never agree.

After hearing Wayne's explanation, Professor Sprout also wanted to ask a question, but the words got stuck in her throat and she decided against it.

She wanted to ask Wayne, "Is your real last name Dumbledore?" Anyone who knew anything would know that the Phoenix appears to the Dumbledore family in times of need. Wayne's description matched the traits associated with the Dumbledore family.

Just as the auditorium fell into an eerie silence, another crisp cry broke the stillness. However, this cry did not come from the Fox, but from another phoenix.

Sensing the presence of another member of its kind, Fawkes pursued it.

He didn't come as a bird but in the form of a man, bringing Dumbledore along with him.

Old Dumble must not have woken up yet. He was still wearing pajamas and a comical nightcap on his head.

Many young wizards burst into laughter upon seeing Dumbledore's cute pajamas, adorned with drawings of velvet and goblins.

"Fawkes, what's the matter? It seems urgent."Dumbledore clearly didn't understand the situation and still seemed a little confused.

Ignoring him, Fawkes flew over to Wayne and hovered in front of him, while Fox also flew up, flames still burning on its body.

Happily, Fawkes shouted and lowered its head on its initiative.

Wayne could sense that Fox's blood was even nobler than Fawkes. Even in its infancy, he felt the need to show respect.

"It's incredible," Dumbledore exclaimed, awakening to the spectacle of the two phoenixes with deep surprise in his eyes.

"Mr. Lawrence, is he your pet?" he asked.

"Of course," Wayne confirmed.

"While first-year wizards are only allowed to bring toads, mice, and owls as pets," Dumbledore continued.

"The Fox serves a similar role to an owl, delivering messages. It should not violate any school rules."

Silence followed.

Cedric's expression hardened; his fist clenched.

"You have such arrogance, you could easily be taken down!"