The morning sun was especially warm.
However, Blake felt that the sun was a little hot today.
Blake slowly opened his eyes.
Then she knew why he felt hot.
He saw a large fiery red bird right next to him.
Squatting on his bed…
" You…Fox?!"
Blake woke up immediately.
Last night, he used an ancient spell.
Black was excited for a long time before he fell asleep.
He did not expect to see Fawkes the moment he opened his eyes in the morning.
Had Dumbledore come?
Black looked around his little room.
He did not notice Dumbledore sitting in his chair.
Fox called out to him excitedly.
Then, he took out a letter from under his pillow.
Then, he used his claws to claw at Blake.
"Uh…Are you here to deliver a letter to me?”
Blake finally understood.
Fawkes was here to deliver a letter.
Fortunately, he had closed the doors and windows last night.
Phoenix could enter.
Others could not enter.
Otherwise, Fox would be in trouble if others saw him.
He couldn't tell Madam Marion directly.
This was a slightly red Scottish round-faced fat chicken, right?
He saw Fox urging him.
Black had to open the letter.
He looked at it.
The iconic words in the letter were written in circles.
It was Dumbledore's handwriting.
There was not much content in the letter.
He only wanted to borrow something from Black.
After reading it.
Blake took off the sign around his neck.
It was a brand that had been completely repaired.
Under the morning sun.
It shone with a metallic luster.
Fawkes patted Blake's shoulder with his wings.
Then, he called out affectionately.
Finally, he picked up Black's name tag.
He disappeared into the fire…
Blake looked at the phoenix that had disappeared into the fire.
He knew Dumbledore must have found something.
This was why he needed his name tag as evidence.
However, it had only been one night.
Blake was not in a hurry.
After Fox left.
The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped by several degrees.
Black opened the door and windows.
It was still early.
Then, he ran excitedly towards the kitchen!
……
Dumbledore took the nameplate from Fawkes 'mouth.
At this moment.
On his desk.
It was already filled with all kinds of strange tools.
Most of them were related to alchemy.
He placed the name tag on the desk.
A busy examination officially began.
……
"Caw! Croak!"
Mrs. Granger looked helplessly at the birdcage in her daughter's hand.
There was a lively owl in the cage.
It was noisy and had a strange stench.
It was really a little…
He did not know what was going on.
Hermione had been clamoring early in the morning to go back to Diagon Alley.
He said he wanted to buy an owl that could deliver letters.
When she was asked who she wanted to write to.
Hermione said she didn't understand.
He wanted to send a letter to ask the professor.
Mr. Granger, who loved his daughter, had to go with her early in the morning.
He went to Diagon Alley again.
Then, he bought an owl.
Hermione returned home.
He didn't even have time to change his shoes.
He rushed into the room barefooted.
She handed over the two letters that she had already written.
He directly handed it to the one he had just bought.
An owl that didn't even have time to name itself.
"Take this letter to Professor McGonagall first! And give this to Black!"
Hermione had thought it through very carefully.
Professor McGonagall had the school owls, of course.
Black, however, had no owl.
She had to leave the owl there waiting for Black to write back.
Then, he would send the reply back.
"Caw! Croak!"
The owl had just been bought.
Work was about to begin.
However…
It had been locked in the cage for a long time.
Send a letter.
It was just nice to stretch his muscles and bones.
He looked at the owl that had become a black dot in the sky.
Hermione remembered what had happened last night.
After saying goodbye to Blake and Professor Dumbledore.
She tried the transformation spell in her room…
When he saw Blake defeat the hidden beast with the shapeshifting spell.
She was already thinking of giving it a try.
Blake had no idea what magic was.
He only thought that his magic power was some kind of superpower.
Then, he would be able to practice the transformation spell very well.
Then…she should be able to do it too!
But reality gave Hermione another hard uppercut.
A boulder of that level.
In Blake's hands.
It could instantly turn into a lion that could move and roar.
Furthermore, Blake was casting without a staff.
As for her…
Even with a wand.
He couldn't even change a small piece of stone…
In fact, on the way home with Dumbledore and the others yesterday.
She had once asked him about Shapeshifting.
said Black casually.
As long as he thought about what that thing would become.
Then, what would that thing become?
Dumbledore agreed with Black.
But he was still like Professor McGonagall.
Transfiguration was an advanced subject for Hermione.
He needed systematic training…
"Damn it! Then why didn't Black train systematically?!”
"He... groped around on his own! And... and without wands!"
Every time he thought of this.
Hermione felt as if her originally arrogant heart had been struck by a ten thousand point blow.
After trying for an entire night without making any progress, he was shocked.
Hermione had no choice but to give up.
Without a teacher to teach him.
She had no way of getting started.
Therefore, she had the idea of writing to Professor McGonagall for advice.
That was why he went to buy owls early in the morning.
Er... the letter to Black was in passing.
It was just a greeting between friends.
She had already admitted it helplessly.
Blake was indeed more talented than her.
However…
she thought of Black's understatement.
When the transformation spell was very simple.
They still couldn't help but go crazy.
……
Marian Orphanage.
Black was lost in the praise.
"Brother Black's cooking is so good!”
"Brother Blake, I want more!"
"Ahem, I've said everything. Don't let others misunderstand. Do you still want this spaghetti?”
Of course, Blake didn't mean to show off his cooking skills.
He just wanted to give it a try.
Relying on his cooking skills, he could not get more treasure chests for himself.
As expected, the children were excited because of the delicious food.
His system kept beeping.
Of course…
It was a pity.
The notifications were all…
"Your Emotional Value is insufficient, unable to draw the treasure chest.”
"…Treasure chest extraction failed."
Blake was a little disappointed.
But this was normal.
These children were still young.
Of course, his ability was not outstanding.
The chances of a treasure chest dropping were naturally very low.
As for Madam Marian, whom she had high hopes for…
Alright then.
Although Madam Marion suddenly understood Blake.
He actually made breakfast so delicious.
He felt extremely gratified and happy.
But…
Perhaps his emotions were not as strong as last night's anger.
Therefore, the treasure chest had also failed.
This made Blake even more determined.
It was easier to sell angry emotions than happy emotions!
Suddenly, the system notification sounded again.
"Ding! Detected a frenzied emotion!"
"Ding! Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a Bronze Treasure Chest!”
"Hmm? Crazy?" Blake looked around.
The children were very happy.
"Oh... Hermione! It must be you, right?"
"Tears! Really!"
"You didn't forget to give me a treasure chest at home!”
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