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Chapter 131 Strange Unicorn Bracelet

"Ah, yes, yes, I invited you. We can discuss the benefits later."

Dumbledore's voice was very gentle, with a touch of the gentleness of coaxing a 600-year-old child. He was now very familiar with coaxing Nicolas Flamel.

Nicoléme is good at everything, except for being a bit arrogant.

He himself is very eloquent, which is the secret to maintaining a young mind.

Dumbledore thought about it. Nicolas Flamel was over 600 years old and still alive and kicking, and he still had the energy to add spices to his hot tea.

Thinking of the cup of hot tea that tasted like mud, Principal Dumbledore's smile deepened. He continued to ask Nicolas Flamel for his opinion, but inevitably his attention was diverted to Rigg.

Nicoléme's gaze also pretended to slide across Rigg's seat casually, looking at the big bird in his hand.

"It would be great if I could gather some feathers."

Rige gasped, how could he say what was in his heart!

Rigg turned his head and looked nervously at Fox's owner, Principal Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't seem to be looking at him.

Nicoléme stared at Phoenix Fox for a while, then couldn't help but murmur to himself and spoke what was in his heart.

This poor habit of looking at everything as free material is a mark left by Nicoléme when he was young. His family was not wealthy, and after learning alchemy, he had to rely on himself to support himself, starving for one meal every day.

After a good meal, the alchemy learning period was over.

Because he was not known for his deep scheming, and he had already mentioned this idea to Dumbledore (forced to implement it) many times. Dumbledore didn't feel offended at all. He had long been used to it.

However, Dumbledore cast his confused eyes at Rigg, the little wizard.

What did Fox see in him?

When he found out that it was Teacher Nico who was talking about him and not him, Rigg was relieved. His hand was ready to move now. Who wouldn't want to touch a phoenix?

Nicoléme told Rigg excitedly: "Try touching its feathers, inserting your fingers and smoothing them down. This phoenix looks like it has just finished nirvana, and it is perfect for making alchemy materials."

Ever since he met Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel had wanted to get some free feathers to use.

Unfortunately, Fox kept pointing his butt at him. As soon as Nicoléme reached out his hand, he slapped him hard or flew to a high place, looking very unhappy.

Dumbledore certainly wouldn't force it.

Rigg, who was rarely favored by Fox, tried to put his hands on Fox's wings after listening to Nicoléme's words.

The fluffy feathers of the phoenix were filled with warmth. As soon as Rigg put his hand on it, he felt as warm as a warm baby.

Fox's head turned around in an instant, and his sharp eyes stared at Rigg.

After looking at each other for a while, under Rige's gentle touch, it narrowed its eyes comfortably and gradually unfolded its wings.

Dumbledore wanted to clear his throat, but felt that he would be laughed at by Nicolas Flamel, so he had to give up and pretend that he did not see Fawkes getting close.

Rigg tried to hug Fox. Fox moved uncomfortably, but did not refuse. He moved Fox from his left arm to his leg like a "turkey".

Fox's paws tightened and relaxed on Rigg's leg. He was afraid that his claws would hurt the little wizard, so he could only stand stiffly on Rigg's leg like an exploding fur ball.

Rigg took the opportunity to put his hands into Fox's feathers and help the big bird preen its feathers according to Nicoléme's instructions.

While pulling it down, Li Ge sighed, who could tell just by looking at the appearance that this bird is full of tendon meat.

Wherever Rigg extended his hand, the feathers fell down. Rigg's hand could occasionally feel Fox's extremely hot skin and muscles tightening and relaxing with his movements.

After getting familiar with the feeling of being combed for a while, Fox thought it was pretty good, so he continued to look down at Rigg's wrist. He lowered his head and patted Rigg's wrist.

Rigg felt a little itchy through the wizard's robe, so he took out his hand and turned up his sleeves.

Satisfied, Fox stabbed the thin silver-white bracelet around Rigg's wrist in one bite.

Rigg retracted his hand with some pain, raised his right hand high, and pressed hard on the phoenix that started to flutter with his left hand.

Wherever Rigg's right hand with the bracelet swung, Fox's eyes followed, with the phoenix crown raised high.

Now, Dumbledore was really a little surprised, "According to my memory, phoenixes should not have the desire to attack unicorns."

Nicoléme narrowed his eyes and looked at Lige's wrist for a while, "You should let the phoenix go first, it will be enough."

As soon as Rigg lowered his head, he saw feathers all over the floor around his seat in the office, ranging from newly grown down to fully expanded mature phoenix feathers.

He looked awkwardly at Principal Dumbledore, who had a kind smile on his face.

Dumbledore really regretted it now. He began to worry that Fawkes would become bald.

Rigg patted the big bird's butt. Of course, phoenixes also have butts.

Fox stepped on Rigg's leg and changed his angle to face him. He thought Rigg was telling him to turn over.

Dumbledore finally found an opportunity. He cleared his throat and waved to Fawkes.

Fawkes reluctantly left Rigg's arms and flew to Dumbledore's shoulder.

Looking at this big bird now, even the shameless Rige felt a little embarrassed.

He and Nicoléme looked at each other, their eyes full of prayer.

Rigg really felt that Fox's wings were empty now, and when it spread its wings, it could still see its flesh-colored skin.

Nicoléme's eyes wandered for a moment. How could he have imagined that this method of preening feathers would be so exciting to a phoenix that had just finished its nirvana.

Nicoléme quickly changed the subject and said: "Sit over a little bit, Rigg, and show me your wrist."

Rigg moved the chair over and tried several times before taking off the strange unicorn bracelet and handing it to Nicoléme.

After Nicoléme took the bracelet, he did not check the bracelet. He took out many small props with a serious expression and inspected Rigg's whole body.

After discovering that Rieger's indicators were all normal, Nicoléme breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that this bracelet has no effect on you, that's good." Nicoléme said happily.

Rigg blinked and said nothing. He was a little moved. Unexpectedly, Nicoléme's first reaction was to check his condition.

Before, it was just for hugging his thighs, but now he thinks it would be good to have a mentor like Nicoléme.

Nicolas Ramet put on her glasses and looked at the bracelet under the honey-yellow light of the office.

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