Hogwarts: I'm a model wizard

After some persuasion from Kyle and the comfort of a handful of fresh herbs, Fox gradually calmed down. ░▒▓██▓▒░

While it turned its grief and anger into appetite and concentrated on eating herbs, Kyle couldn't help but reach out and rub the feathers on its neck.

This is the first time Kyle has played with a phoenix seriously... How should I put it, the feathers are a bit stiff, not as fluffy and soft as an owl, but they feel good.

Delicate and smooth, with a little warmth, it feels like Galleons just taken out of the vault.

After eating the herbs, Fox spread his wings and flew towards the window.

Kyle thought it was going back.

But unexpectedly, Fox just flew to the window sill and stopped, then landed next to Raton. He folded his wings and began to doze off, looking like he was full and sleepy.

Raton, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened. He tilted his head and looked at the uninvited guest, and the feathers on his neck suddenly stood up.

It raised its paws and moved to the side without saying a word, giving Fox more space.

Kyle glanced at Laton expressionlessly, then curled his lips disdainfully.

This silly bird, when it is in a bad mood, will chase and beat other owls even if they just look at it.

Why are you so timid now!

As if he understood Kyle's eyes... Laton turned his head silently and chose to ignore it.

He also wanted to be tough, but he was covered in red hair, so he was not easy to mess with at first sight... It would be better to do less than to do more, so he put up with it.

Two birds stood on the windowsill, one on the left and one on the right, surprisingly harmonious.

Kyle sat at the table and glanced vaguely at the box not far away.

Judging from Fox's appearance, he probably wasn't planning to go back anytime soon... With him by his side, he definitely wouldn't be able to ask Riddle for extra lessons.

Although Phoenix may not be able to recognize the Horcrux, what if.

And if it knew it, it would be equivalent to Dumbledore knowing it.

Although Kyle said he wanted to give the diary to Dumbledore, he had to wait until it was useless, at least not yet.

But without tutoring, there seems to be nothing to do.

Phoenix didn't like crowded places and would definitely not go out to play Quidditch with him, but Kyle was worried about leaving it alone at home.

You can't just sit in your room and read magic formulas all day long.

Now that his research on magic texts has passed the initial stage, without Riddle's help, it is too inefficient to just rely on reading books by himself, which is a bit of a waste of time.

Just as he was thinking about it, Kyle accidentally glanced at the box next to him.

After thinking for a moment, he walked to the window sill.

"Fox, how about I take you out for a walk."

Fox opened his eyes.

"Newt Scamander...I think you know where he lives." Kyle asked.

Fox nodded.

Basically, it knew everything Dumbledore knew, otherwise it would not have been sent to deliver a message to Nicolas Flamel before.

The place where Newt lives is no exception.

"That's good." Kyle said, "How about you send me there."

Fox looked Kyle up and down, hesitant.

Kyle thought it didn't want to go, so he quickly stretched out two fingers.

"Two cloakweeds, plus a bubble pod."

Fox didn't hesitate at all this time, and flew onto Kyle's shoulder without saying a word, and then let out a somewhat expectant chirp.

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"Wait a mininute."

Kyle quickly picked up the box and stuffed the luggage he had prepared in advance together with the box, "Okay, no problem now..."

Before he finished speaking, Kyle disappeared into the room in an instant with a flash of flame-like light.

On the windowsill, Laton, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up again, and this time it was even worse. An inexplicable wave of air blew him out of the window.

And the force was quite strong, as if someone had kicked him.

Raton fluttered in the air several times, and finally flew back up before falling to the ground.

No...it's not over, right?

The irritated Raton flapped his wings and returned to the window sill. Just when he was about to have a good argument with his master, he suddenly discovered that... there was no one in the room.

In addition, not only Kyle, but also the "red-haired" one that came just now is missing.

There were only tables, chairs, bookshelves that had been blown around, and parchments all over the floor.

Raton flew around the room to make sure no one was there, then returned to the window sill, swept the place where "Red Hair" had been before with his wings, shrank his neck, and continued to sleep.

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On the other side, the moment he was taken away by Fox, Kyle was squeezed hard from all directions and couldn't breathe at all.

It was like he was forced into a ball...and a Bludger, and then got hammered with sticks by those rough batters all day long.

He didn't know how long it took before his consciousness returned to his body.

Kyle opened his red eyes. He wanted to vomit, but his stomach felt like it was being pinched by someone. He couldn't vomit out at all. He could only suck in the earthy air in the forest.

"Relax."

At this time, a gentle voice came from the side.

It was Newt, who gave Kyle an unnamed fruit and told him to eat it.

Kyle subconsciously took it and stuffed it into his mouth.

The fruit was sour and astringent, like taking a bite of an unripe tomato.

But inexplicably, Kyle felt a lot more comfortable.

"What's this……"

"The fruit of the sour green pea pod." Newt said with a smile: "It is also the favorite thing to eat by the ball escaper. How do you feel about it?"

"much better."

Kyle rubbed his ears and said, "I feel like I've Apparated a hundred times in a row."

"Phoenix's way of traveling is just like this. It's simple and rough. It's already pretty good that you're still standing."

Newt gave Kyle another fruit, but Kyle didn't eat it. He just put it under his nose and smelled it.

He finally understood now that Fox's previous hesitation was not because he didn't want to come here, but because he was worried about whether he could adapt to such an exciting way of traveling.

Unfortunately, he understood it too late, and foolishly added two cloakweeds and a bubble pod...

"Probably only Professor Dumbledore can adapt to this type of travel." Kyle muttered in a low voice.

"Actually..." Newt glanced at Kyle with a smile, "Although Dumbledore often has to go to different places to attend various meetings, he usually chooses to Apparate or Portkey.

Only in particularly urgent situations would the power of the Phoenix be used. "

Kyle rubbed his ears again, and for a moment he didn't know what to say. Even Dumbledore couldn't adapt...

"But you really surprised me."

Newt smiled and brought Kyle into the house, "Fawkes almost never takes anyone else on a trip except Dumbledore."

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