I was Hermione's puppy at Hogwarts

Wolf cub:(⊙_⊙)

Fox:(ll￣▽￣)

Being stared at by a certain creature is obviously not a good experience, especially when the creature is a wolf. Fox saw wildness and greed in those golden eyes.

In Fox's eyes, Lovell is obviously not a good person.

Doesn't it want to eat me? Fox suddenly came up with an idea. This idea seemed absurd at first, but it made some sense after thinking about it carefully.

Although Fox is a phoenix, the little thing below is a wolf! What good things can come out of the wolf race?

Fox, the phoenix, has a strong prejudice against the wolf species. It feels that the wolf cub must have its own agenda. Fox calmly stretched out his paws, sharpened his beak, and decided to wait for Lovell to reveal his wolf ambitions.

Then teach it a lesson and let it know how the food chain is sorted.

Lovell didn't know that his image in Fox's heart had hit rock bottom, nor did he know that Fox had created so many dramas for him in his heart.

Is there a cuter and kinder creature in the world than myself? It's just a little wolf cub with no bad intentions.

It squatted here to watch Fox because it had a few questions to ask the phoenix, but it didn't know how to ask them and was trying to formulate its words.

Before Lovell could organize his words, Fox couldn't help it anymore. He looked down at the wolf cub and said, "What's the matter?"

Lovell breathed a sigh of relief, it might as well have spoken first.

It looked up at the phoenix on the sycamore branch and asked curiously: "Fox, aren't you tired from squatting on it every day?"

Relying on the proficiency in various languages ​​in the innate magic, it can communicate with Fox smoothly.

Fox:?

A question mark slowly appeared on its head.

What kind of problem is this? Fox's paw rubbed the sycamore branch under his paw.

Huh? Don’t tell me, it’s okay if no one mentions it. When the wolf cub asked this question, Fox felt a little embarrassed, but it was impossible for Fox to admit this fact.

It shook its wings and combed its feathers with its beak before saying slowly: "I'm not tired. The phoenix lives on the branches of the sycamore tree for its entire life, even as the sun rises and sets. This has been the case for thousands of years."

"Wow! That's amazing! I felt so tired after standing for a while and just wanted to find a place to lie down." The wolf cub showed an envious look. It really envied this talent of standing for a long time without getting tired.

"It doesn't have to be like this, it's due to talent." Fox responded arrogantly.

"But why do you have to stay on the sycamore branch?" Lovell asked another question born in his heart, "Can't it be done on other branches?"

The wolf cub is a little confused. Why does the phoenix always choose to perch on the branches of the sycamore? Can other branches not work? Is it because he is unwilling or is it because he will be poisoned and uncomfortable if he switches to other branches?

"Uh..." Fox was stunned. He had never considered this kind of problem since he was born. There seemed to be a voice in his mind saying to him: "Find a sycamore branch and squat on it."

So it just rested on the sycamore branches.

"Have you rested on other branches? Or have you been standing on this log? If so, wouldn't you be bored?"

"What should I do if I get tired halfway through flying and can't find the sycamore tree for a while? Keep flying?"

"How did you find the sycamore trees? Do they have a special smell?"

The wolf cub asked a lot of questions like a curious baby, which made Fox feel dizzy.

"Wait a minute, I'm a little confused. Shut up first." Fox called a timeout, interrupting Lovell's chatter.

Even as arrogant as Fox, it had to admit that some of Lovell's questions were quite interesting.

"I have never perched on other branches. As for other questions...just wait a moment." Fox turned into a stream of light and disappeared.

Wolf cub:?

Fox ran away? Will it come back? If he ran away angry with Fox, would the bad old man let him pay for one of him?

Is the phoenix a rare species? What if you can't afford to pay for it? You won't have to pay for it yourself, right?

The wolf cub refused to let himself be Dumbledore's pet - it already had an owner. But seeing as the old man with the white beard was quite old, maybe he would be able to get rid of him after just two years...

While Lovell was thinking wildly, a burst of singing sounded in the distance. The singing was ethereal, ethereal and mysterious, which excited those who heard the singing. The wolf cub felt that the down on his body was standing on end, and the speed of his heartbeat was also increasing.

The music became louder and louder, and finally Lovell felt that the singing seemed to be coming from his own chest. At this moment, flames suddenly burst out from the sycamore branches in front of him.

The golden-red bird suddenly appeared, and this was the first time Lovell took a serious look at Fox: it looked extremely elegant, with a body length of four or five feet, and its tail and talons were golden. It looked noble and elegant.

, but the thing held in its claws ruined this elegance: it was holding a lively fish.

After Fox returned to Dumbledore's office, he threw the thing on his paw in front of Lovell——

Snapped!

The two-foot-long fish was thrown in front of Lovell, still carrying the cold and fishy smell of sea water.

Wolf Cub:?!

Snap! Snap!

This big fish, which was a little bigger than the wolf cub, splashed around and splashed sea water on the wolf cub's face.

The icy cold water woke the wolf cub up. It quickly slapped the big fish on the back of the head, and the big fish became obedient. It lay peacefully on the carpet in the office, with only its tail trembling from time to time.

The carpet under me was quickly soaked.

"I just went to the northern sea to catch this. It only took such a short time to go back and forth, and I didn't feel tired." Fox responded to the wolf cub's question with practical actions.

Tired of flying and can't find the sycamore branches? It would be great to go back to Dumbledore's office. There are sycamore branches here - flying fast is such a willful and powerful example of flying.

"Okay..." Lovell nodded, looking at the big fish in front of him with a confused head.

"Why do you want to catch a fish?" The wolf cub couldn't help but ask, it is a wolf, why do everyone want to feed it fish?

Fox was silent, and he grabbed one without any extra thoughts.

In the end, it chose to respond silently.

The wolf cub didn't wait for the answer, but he didn't take it to heart. Isn't it a good thing that he could get a big fish for nothing? He was caught by Dumbledore while fishing.

Lovell decided to try the fish Fox had given him.

Most marine organisms secrete substances such as glutamate or urea to resist the high osmotic pressure in seawater, so marine fish either taste extremely delicious or are extremely smelly. Fortunately, the fish Fox chose was the former, and the wolf cub took one bite

When it goes down, it is overflowing with juice and extremely sweet. The fat between the muscles brings a wonderful taste, making the wolf cub wag its tail happily.

The wolf cub took two bites, and then remembered something. It stretched out its claws, tore off a large piece of fish from the side it had not bitten with some effort, and pushed it in the direction of Fox.

"Taste it?" Lovell showed his kindness. This was Fox's prey that he hunted alone, and he couldn't take it all by himself.

The wolf cub's behavior once again exceeded Fox's expectations.

Is this really what a greedy wolf would do? Fox stared at the wolf cub and thought for a moment. In response to Lovell's kindness, even though sea fish was not on Phoenix's diet, Fox still took the fish.

I stood on the sycamore branch and enjoyed the fish slowly.

It's really delicious.

Seeing Fox starting to eat, the wolf cub started chewing the delicious food in front of him with confidence. It didn't look very good at eating, and the fish juices splashed everywhere while chewing.

Suddenly, even the whispers of the principals in the office were drowned out by the sounds of a wolf and a phoenix feasting.

When the wolf cub was eating fish, his mind was empty and he didn't think too much, but Fox was different.

A question lingered in its mind, lingering for a long time: Do I really have to perch on the branches of the sycamore tree?

Although it blocked the mouth of the wolf cub with a fish, it still did not answer the fundamental question: Why does the phoenix always stay on the sycamore branch, but not other branches?

Maybe, I can find another place to rest? A somewhat bold idea came to Fox's mind.

After eating the fish, the atmosphere between Fox and Lovell relaxed a lot.

The wolf cub casually swept the inedible parts of the fish to the corner of the room. Looking at Fox, who had eaten and drank enough and was squatting on a branch with his eyes closed to rest, he said: "Fox, do you want to come and see my hut? It's quite spacious inside."

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Fox opened his eyes.

Fox was a little disdainful of this invitation: In his opinion, how luxurious can a doghouse be, and could it be comparable to his own phoenix branch? But he couldn't bear to destroy the relationship he had just established with the wolf cub, so he could only be very reserved.

"You can go and see for yourself", and then it was invited by the delighted Lovell to get into Lovell's cabin.

The door of the wooden house was a bit short, so Fox had to lower it to the ground and move in little by little, which was not elegant at all. Just looking at Lovell's expectant look, Fox still couldn't bear to refuse.

So it drilled in.

After passing through the short door, Fox was greeted by a suddenly open space. After entering the wooden house, Fox was stunned: What is going on?!

Why does it have such a big bed in its wooden house? Why does it have a bathroom? Why can it live in such a spacious house???

"Is this your residence?" Fox turned to look at the wolf cub and asked stiffly.

"No, there is another layer above." The wolf cub replied confidently.

After hearing what the wolf cub said, Fox admitted that he was sore.

Compared with its sycamore branches, this place is much more luxurious!

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