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Chapter 32: Pets That Can't Be Eaten (Repair)

"Are you still angry?"

Dumbledore lowered his head, looked at the depressed Elena and asked proactively.

Although he knew that part of the reason might come from the girl's Veela blood, facing the girl's pure persistence and the fetters she showed from time to time to her "family" still made Dumbledore unconsciously have some thoughts.

Be pampering.

Maybe this is also a sign of getting older? Dumbledore shook his head slightly with some self-mockery.

Ta-ta.

The silver-haired little Luoli lowered her head and said nothing. She kicked the uneven cobblestones between the flagstones of Diagon Alley with her calfskin boots and let the old wizard pull her toward Ollivander's Wand Shop. She was obviously still fighting.

Elena actually also knew that with a verbose patriarch like Dumbledore, he would never sit back and watch her turn Diagon Alley into a magical version of the wet market.

But when she saw so many things she had never seen or eaten before - especially, the big white rabbit kept attracting her attention in a particularly coquettish way, as if to say: "Eat me, eat me, eat me."

!”, what can she do?

Doesn’t she know how to disguise herself step by step, but she really can’t control herself!

Okay, now, apart from the [Magical Zoo] just now, the only pet shop left in Diagon Alley is the [Eela Owl Shop] not far away, where Harry Potter’s snowy owl is called Hedwig.

Bought it here.

Elena would not be so naive as to imagine that Dumbledore, after learning the truth about the missing owl incident in Hogwarts, might take her to an owl shop.

But understanding is understanding. Being snatched out of the store by Dumbledore twice in a row still made Elena quite unhappy. She had decided not to say a word to Dumbledore from now on.

Just when the girl was secretly angry, she suddenly felt Dumbledore beside her pulling her to a stop, and the old wizard's gentle voice came to her ears.

"Wait for me a moment. Elena, just stand here and don't run around."

Dumbledore let go of his hand, rubbed the smooth silver hair of the silver-haired little Luoli, squatted down and looked into her eyes and gave serious instructions.

Elena raised her head and glanced at the sign of the store next to her, [Eela Owl Store].

After crossing the gate and going inside, it seems that in order to match the owls' habit of sleeping day and night, even the inside of the store is dark. The only sound that can be heard is the rustling of wings and the glittering gems in the darkness.

Eyes, roughly imagine the scene of a shop full of owls.

Watching Dumbledore's back disappear into the dark [Eela Owl Shop], Elena curled her lips and became increasingly unhappy. In her opinion, the annoying principal was probably going out of his way to give instructions like before.

Store staff, don't sell her any owl stuff.

However, this mood did not last long - Dumbledore thrust a large birdcage into Elena's hands.

"This, this...Professor, you don't want to say that this is for me, do you?"

Elena was helpless to carry the cage and stammered, her face full of surprise.

You know, she is an emotionless, cold-blooded orphan butcher who carries the lives of dozens of fat Scottish round-faced chickens.

Dumbledore pointed to the beautiful dark brown bird in the cage and said with a smile.

"I know it may be a bit surprising. However, after thinking about it, I decided to give you an owl. Children all like owls. It can deliver letters and packages for you."

In the cage, the dark brown owl was sleeping soundly with its head buried under its wings, unaware of any danger.

Dumbledore paused, looked at Elena tenderly with his blue eyes, and continued to speak softly.

"According to the wizard in the store, this is a rather strange brown owl. Because its hoot and appearance are different from other owls, it is not very happy. But I think you should be able to take good care of it."

"Not quite the same?"

Elena looked at the sleeping little fat chicken in the birdcage in confusion. Looking closely, it did look a little different from most of the fat Scottish round-faced chickens she had seen before.

Compared with most of its kind, it is obviously smaller in size, only slightly larger than a fat pigeon. Unlike most owls with a single color, this one has a round face and a fat little one.

The chicken looks very beautiful.

A white shoulder strap spreads from the back of its neck and continues to the shoulder blades. The edges of the feathers are trimmed with white, the wings and tail have light brown stripes, and the feathers on the body show a dark brown-yellow-red gradient.

.

"Speaking of which, she is indeed very beautiful...and she looks very fleshy and silly."

Elena curiously stretched out her finger, poked the little chubby Scottish round-faced chicken through the iron cage, who was still immersed in a sweet dream, licked her lips and said.

Guhaha! Guhaha!

The big dark brown bird woke up suddenly, flapped its wings, and fell down from the balance post in the middle of the cage in panic. It made a series of strange chirping sounds from its mouth, like a puppy barking, or someone coming from a distance.

It was like a burst of heart-rending laughter.

The chubby bird face looks funny. The face plate behind and below the big eyes is white, and then gradually turns to gray, with brown stripes moving towards the center.

"Wait a minute, Professor Dumbledore, what kind of breed did you just say it is?"

Hearing a cooing sound like laughter coming from the cage, Elena suddenly raised her head, looked at Dumbledore and asked.

"Brown owl, it's just that the sound and appearance are a little strange. Is there anything wrong with it?"

Dumbledore looked at Elena inexplicably, wondering why the girl suddenly became excited.

"No, this is not a brown owl. It doesn't even belong to any species in the family Owlidae."

Elena once again took a closer look at the little fat chicken that had not yet been named, huddled in the corner of the cage, and slowly shook her head.

"This is a laughing owl from the family Owlidae, also known as WHēkau or white-faced owl. A creature that has been considered extinct in the Muggle world. Unexpectedly, it still exists in the magical world.

."

Although he had not expected such a situation to happen before, this did not prevent Dumbledore from drawing conclusions from the information given by the silver-haired little Luoli.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, with a profound expression on his face, and said thoughtfully.

"In other words, it may be the last one in the world? But I believe Elena, you will be able to feed it well."

Huh? The silver-haired little Luoli blinked.

If you eat the last one in the world, wouldn’t it be equivalent to the extinction of a species?!

Elena instantly realized what kind of hot potato she had inherited. Was the inedible owl still a fat Scottish chicken with a round face?!

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore, I don't want to keep a pet anymore. Just return it to the store. Or you can give it to Mr. Newt Scamander!"

After reacting, Elena held the cage and anxiously wanted to return it to Dumbledore's hands. Although she was a foodie, she always ate food that could be regenerated and cultivated. Creatures that would become extinct if eaten like this,

She is not that heartbroken yet.

"Of course... no!"

Looking at the troubled little Luoli, Dumbledore shook his head happily and refused without hesitation.

The reason why he was happy was not only that he saw Elena deflated, but more importantly, he discovered some particularly precious qualities in this little girl.

After a pause, Dumbledore continued in a brisk tone.

"Besides, I promised to buy you a pet. I will never do anything I promise. As for Mr. Newt Scamander started traveling around the world again, I couldn't find him for a while.

So it’s up to you to take care of it for the time being.”

"Let's go. Now, only Ollivander's Wand Shop is left."

Guhaha~guhaha~

It seemed that it suddenly felt a lot safer, and the little owl in the cage also let out an excited cry at the right time.

"Shut up! If you make me angry, I will eat you to death!"

The little mixed-blood Veela grinded her teeth and glared fiercely at the little guy in the cage.

Gu~QAQ~

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(Elena Kaslana, who cannot eat pets, is pitifully waiting for your votes: please vote for recommendations, please vote for recommendations, please vote for recommendations~)

(PS: As for the name of the pet, it is called Wika, which is taken from the transliteration of WHēkau.)

(I didn’t choose a very cool magical creature. Firstly, the school stipulates that it is not allowed to bring one, at least Dumbledore can’t pass it. Secondly, I don’t want to change too many strange settings. Thirdly, I want to raise one.

The little fat Scottish chicken that cannot be eaten is used as a pet. It seems to be very loving.)


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