The phoenix felt a bit like a big rooster, but it was warm to the touch. Tom took the opportunity to take a closer look at the legendary phoenix. Yes, Fox cannot actually be called a phoenix, and the name phoenix is more
Be more relevant.
Fox was about the same size as a turkey, with golden-red feathers. It didn't smell like a bird, but had the smell of sunshine. Tom petted Fox for about a minute, and his tolerance for Fox was about to reach its limit.
Then he put it back on the branch.
"Okay, would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore smiled as he watched Tom carefully place Fawkes on the branch.
"Butterbeer?" Tom thought for a moment and replied.
Dumbledore was obviously surprised by the answer, but he still conjured two cups and filled them with foaming butterbeer.
The two sipped butterbeer together.
"So, it was the three-headed dog that saved you from the troll?" Dumbledore asked the question as if chatting.
Tom: "Yes, thanks to the three-headed dog." He didn't specify which three-headed dog it was, and Dumbledore didn't ask.
Dumbledore gave him a meaningful look. Tom did not dare to come into contact with his eyes as deep as lake water. He could only lower his head and study the bubble bursting rules of butterbeer.
Dumbledore withdrew his gaze, "Yes, it was indeed the three-headed dog that saved you." He opened the desk drawer and took out some candies, "Would you like some candies? I personally prefer to eat them at night.
Peppermint Hard Candies.”
"Okay." Tom took some random candies and chatted with Dumbledore. The conversation was not as tit-for-tat as he imagined, and there were no tricky questions. Tom's vague names and lame explanations were ignored.
Dumbledore accepted it completely. Dumbledore just chatted with him about daily life and inquired about the current situation of the Muggle world.
After chatting for about ten minutes, Dumbledore glanced at the clock and found that it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. He showed a kind smile and said, "Go back to the lounge. If you don't go back, I'm afraid you will miss the dinner."
Tom stood up obediently and left Dumbledore's office.
So Tom really just went into the office, masturbated for a while, drank a glass of beer, chatted for a while and then came out. This made him feel a little incredible.
But putting aside all long-term issues, Tom's short-term gain is not small - he successfully imprinted the phoenix, and now he can transform into a phoenix! Although each of his transformation forms is a little worse than the original owner, such as three
The alpha dog has only one conscious head, but that is also a phoenix! With strong recovery power, magic resistance, and poison resistance, Tom feels that he may be defective in the characteristic of immortality. Of course, the tears after his transformation may not be very effective.
.
It’s a huge profit in the short term, but it’s not a loss in the long run. This trip to the office is worth it!
Tom arrived at the Ravenclaw common room and knocked on the door.
"New students at Hogwarts need to cross the Black Lake by boat. It is known that under ideal conditions, it takes 18 minutes for a boat to travel 360 meters against the current and 10 minutes to return to the original place; it takes 15 minutes for another boat to travel the same distance against the current.
How long does it take to return to where you came from?”
Tom wrote and drew on the ground for a while, then calmly said to the door knocker: "9 minutes."
"The answer is correct." The door opened, revealing the lounge behind.
At this time, the lounge was still crowded with students, and a paper table was filled with all kinds of food, including appetizers, main courses, and desserts. All kinds of delicacies were placed on the table.
The wizards sat in groups of two and three at the table and enjoyed the dinner.
Of course, only a few were concentrating on eating. There were also many little wizards discussing the big news that happened tonight with their friends and classmates while eating. There were also a very few little wizards who found a corner by themselves, took a plate of food, and indulged in books.
middle.
Hermione was wearing a set of gray uniforms and sitting at a table by the window in the lounge. She had changed out of the wizard robe she had worn all day, and her table was already full of people. It was obvious that she had left the team without any reason.
There is a mystery about Hermione, who has arrived late again, and the keenly observant wizard of the Eagle Court will naturally not ignore this.
They gathered around Hermione and asked what happened.
"...That's what happened. I ran back and found Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. When I came back, the troll was dead. Professor Snape concluded that it was a magical animal with fangs that did it."
This explosive information ignited the enthusiasm of the little wizards. They all discussed what kind of magical animal could kill a troll, and why Tom was not killed easily.
Everything was said. Stephen Comfort said very confidently that it must be a vampire. The reason is also obvious: the troll's wound was on the neck. Is there any magical animal that likes to attack the neck more than vampires?
But someone immediately raised questions: Not to mention whether it is realistic for a vampire to kill a giant monster alone, can a vampire similar to a human body really bite the neck of a giant monster? Stephen Comfort said bravely: Maybe it is a giant monster.
Vampire, but he doesn't seem to believe it himself.
The ensuing discussion gradually became absurd. Some people thought it was a giant, others said it was a werewolf. There was even a second-year girl who thought the fire dragon was highly suspicious.
Tom entered the lounge at this moment. For a moment, he felt that the world was focused on him, as if everyone was looking at him. But the students of Ravenclaw House should be more reserved, they will not be like Gryffindor House.
The students rushed up to ask questions, but everyone was waiting.
Finally, the old prefect Robert Hilliard came over and said, "Are you okay? Come on, the food is still hot, come to my table and eat!" The little wizards around him cursed secretly: "Old fox! How can you think of something like that?"
Such a method of collecting information!
Seeing that there were not many empty seats around, Tom happily took his seat. He ate and drank with Prefect Robert, and sure enough, Robert soon brought the topic to tonight's troll incident.
"Wow, so how did you escape in the end?"
When this question was asked, the entire lounge became quiet for a while, and then returned to normal. However, the students who were chatting became less expressive, and the students who were reading stopped turning the pages of their books.
"A three-headed dog appeared and killed the troll, and that was it."
"oh--"
The little wizard, satisfied that his doubts were answered, turned away his attention. As for why there are three-headed dogs, smart Ravenclaw students will not ask Tom. They will only discuss among themselves. How could a first-year junior boy possibly do that?