I traveled to HP but I tied it to the wrong game system

"Should it be? If it's not a male, then there's no point in raising it..." Carl poked the blue chick with his hand, his eyes full of curiosity. After all, it has blue feathers, and this kind of novelty is too rare.

[Yes, it's still a cub now, but it can be distinguished when it grows up. ], It's not easy for normal people to distinguish the gender of chicks, but this is not difficult for the almighty god of AI.

At this time, the blue chick shivered and slowly got up, trying to get close to Carl, and rubbed Carl's fingers with its still wet little head to express intimacy.

"Oh...", so cute! I don't know if it's because of the system, this little chick has a lot of feathers, and it looks very cute now. It can be foreseen that if the water stains on his body don't fall off later, the whole chick will definitely explode, which will be even more cute!

Carl was so cute that he forgot to respond to the chicken for a moment. The clever little guy rubbed Carl's finger again, making a slight sound in his mouth, as if trying to attract Carl's attention.

"... Really cute, even cuter than a certain snow pig that only hurts me." Carl thought of a certain snow pig angrily, after all, they all jumped out of eggs.

Comrade Snow Pig almost became the fattest owl in Hogwarts because of Penny's feeding.

Although Penny likes to call him pancake, Carl always calls him Snow Pig in private.

After all, he changed from being small and cute at the beginning to being... very suitable for barbecue now.

As for why it is suitable for barbecue, it is because he likes to hurt other people's waists every time.

So the victim James once threatened him that if he hurt him again, he would make him into a roasted owl, but it was useless. Comrade Snow Pig hurt him even more fiercely the next time.

He has always been good at reading people's faces, knowing who can be provoked and who should be obedient. James really can't do anything to him, that's for sure.

After all, his half-owner is his sister-in-law, and James can't really roast him unless he doesn't want to live.

Muffin quickly got this point, and acted arrogantly in front of James, snatching food from the deer's mouth several times. Although Penny would teach him, this child only remembered to eat but not to be beaten, and he would relapse after a few times.

"I have to give you a name..." Carl rummaged around in the room, took out the cardboard box under the bed and put a layer of soft cushion inside, and then Carl held his chin and wanted to give the little chicken a suitable name.

But he was a bad namer and couldn't think of any good names at all.

For example, 0025 once told him that he could give him a name, which would make him look very friendly.

But Carl refused. After all, he really didn't know how to name it. This matter couldn't be blamed on him, but mainly on 0025. Other AIs' names would be reversed, but his name would be reversed...

Even if the s is hidden, it can form a word, but who would call it a zoo? It doesn't work at all! So it's all 0025's fault. A successful AI should think of a name when it comes out!

But this blue chicken... Carl can't always call him a blue chicken. He has to give him a nice name so that it will be convenient to call him in the future.

"What should I call it..." Carl was in trouble. This is how his mind goes blank every time he thinks of a name.

"What do you think, 0025?" Carl, who really couldn't think of a name, threw the question to 0025. 0025 thought about it seriously, then brought the data into the database of Carl's era, and used big data to search for the best name for chicken.

[Report to the host, according to the data, the name that best matches the chicken in your era is Kunkun, basketball, just because. ], 0025 gave the searched name to Carl. There was no other meaning, but according to the data, young people do prefer this type of details.

Carl showed an expression that was difficult to express. Generally speaking, it was probably a combination of surprise and expectation. I can't tell, 0025, you are also a little black...

But the chicken must not be called Kunkun, because Carl is afraid that he will go to the American school team to play basketball. How can this be possible? He still has to punish the basilisk!

Just kidding... Carl is mainly afraid that he will laugh when he calls him, which is difficult to explain. After all, other people can't get the funny point of this name.

Carl teased the chicken for a while, and then quietly slipped into the kitchen and stole some water and food. The newly born chicks can only drink water, so Carl found a flat plate and fed him some.

Finally, Carl came to a conclusion.

"This name is best to be catchy and have some jokes, but it can't make me laugh every time I call him.",He thought about it again, it has a stalk, but it is a normal name when viewed alone.

Finally, Carl combined these and clapped his hands, happily giving the chicken a half-hidden name.

He slowly lifted the chicken up, imitating the posture of Simba in the Lion King, "It's decided! From now on, I'll call you Nanako!"

Not bad, not bad, it has an exotic style, a stalk, and it is a semi-normal name. It won't make you laugh when you call it out, which perfectly meets his requirements.

Carl raised his hand and placed it on his chin to express his affirmation of his wise choice.

Poor Nanako didn't know the meaning of the name. His brain capacity prevented him from thinking about these. After all, he was just a little cub. He just looked at Carl, the creature who seemed to be his mother, and he suddenly became happy and lifted him up.

Of course, the young Nanako would be happy with his mother. He even shouted a few times to express his happy mood.

"Well, not bad, Nanako, you have good taste. You are very satisfied with this name, right?" Looking at the little Nanako who responded to him enthusiastically, Carl nodded with satisfaction. Not bad, this is really a very good chicken. 0025 was right. The creatures produced by the system are indeed very spiritual.

Carl touched Nanako's little head again. The water stains on Nanako's body had been completely absorbed by the cloth on the cardboard box. He was now a fluffy little Nanako.

And it feels super good. It's really wonderful.

Carl put a little cover on the cardboard box, buckled a little vent, and finally took the night light and put it next to the cardboard box, so that part of the cardboard box is black and part can be exposed to the light.

This can keep warm and simulate the sun.

Although such a small cub should not be able to flutter out of the cardboard box, it is still a little more reassuring to put a baffle. After all, there are always some examples of gifted people.

After doing all this, Carl lay happily on the bed and finally fell asleep in the true sense.