Chapter 43： This wave is not bad

Phoenix feels a bit like a big rooster, but it feels warm to the touch. Tom took the opportunity to take a closer look at the legendary phoenix. Yes, Fox doesn't actually call it a phoenix, the Phoenix is ​​a more appropriate name.

Fox was about the size of a turkey, with golden-red feathers, and he didn't smell like the foul smell of birds. Instead, he smelled like sunshine. Tom stroked it for about a minute, then put Fox back on the branch when his patience was nearing its limit.

"Okay, would you like something to drink?" Dumbledore smiled as he watched Tom carefully place Fox on the branch.

"Butterbeer?" Tom replied after thinking about it.

Dumbledore was obviously surprised by this answer, but he still conjured up two glasses and filled them with frothy butterbeer.

The two sipped butterbeer together.

"So, the three-headed dog saved you from the troll?" Dumbledore threw the question as if he was chatting.

Tom: "Yes, thanks to the three-headed dog." He didn't specify which three-headed dog it was, and Dumbledore didn't ask.

Dumbledore gave him a meaningful look. Tom didn't dare to make contact with his eyes as deep as lake water, so he could only lower his head and study the froth bursting law of Butterbeer.

Dumbledore looked back, "Yeah, it was indeed the three-headed dog who saved you." He opened the drawer of his desk and took out some candy, "Would you like some candy? Personally, I prefer to eat it at night. Peppermint Hard Candy."

"Okay." Tom picked up a few candies and chatted with Dumbledore. The dialogue is not as tit-for-tat as he imagined, and there are no tricky questions. Tom's vague title and lame explanation were all accepted by Dumbledore. Dumbledore just chatted with him about family matters and asked about the current state of the Muggle world.

After chatting for about ten minutes, Dumbledore glanced at the clock and found that it was almost nine o'clock in the evening. He gave a kind smile, "Go back to the lounge, if you don't go back, I'm afraid you will miss the dinner."

Tom stood up obediently and left Dumbledore's office.

So Tom really just went into the office, played with Phoenix for a while, drank a beer, chatted for a while, and then came out. It made him feel a little weird.

But aside from all the long-term issues, Tom's short-term gain is not small - he successfully printed the Phoenix, and now he can transform into a Phoenix! Although each of his transformation forms is a little worse than the original owner, for example, the three-headed dog has only one conscious head, but that is also a phoenix! With strong resilience, magic resistance, and poison resistance, Tom felt that he might be defective in the feature of immortality. Of course, the tears after his transformation might not be very effective.

The short-term profit is profitable, and the long-term perspective is not a loss. This trip to the office is worth it!

Tom came to the Ravenclaw common room and knocked on the door.

"Hogwarts new students need to cross the Black Lake by boat. It is known that under ideal conditions, it takes 18 minutes for a boat to travel 360 meters upstream and 10 minutes to return to the original place; it takes 15 minutes for another boat to travel the same distance upstream. How long does it take to get back to where you were?"

Tom wrote and drew on the ground for a while, then calmly said to the knocker, "9 minutes."

"The answer is correct." The door opened, revealing the lounge behind.

At this time, the lounge was still crowded with students, and a paper table was filled with all kinds of food. There were no appetizers, main courses, and desserts. All kinds of delicacies were placed on the table. The wizards sat at the table in groups and enjoyed the dinner.

Of course, there are only a few people who concentrate on eating. There are many little wizards discussing the big news that happened tonight with friends and classmates while eating. There are also very few little wizards who find a corner by themselves, take a plate of food, and indulge in books. middle.

Hermione was sitting at a table by the window in the lounge wearing a grey uniform. She had changed out of the wizard robes she had been wearing all day, and the table was full of people. Obviously, Hermione, who had left the team for no reason and arrived late, had a mystery about her, and the observant wizard of Eagle Academy would naturally not ignore this.

They gathered around Hermione to find out what was going on.

"...That's what happened. I ran back to find Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape. When I came back, the troll was dead. Professor Snape deduced that it was a magical animal with fangs."

This explosive information ignited the enthusiasm of the little wizards, and everyone discussed what kind of magical animal could kill a giant monster, and also discussed why Tom was not killed.

Saying anything, Stephen Comfort said very confidently that it must be done by a vampire, and the reason is obvious: the troll's wound is on the neck, and what magical creature likes to attack the neck more than a vampire?

But immediately someone raised doubts: not to mention whether it is realistic for vampires to kill trolls alone, UU reading www.uukanshu. Can vampires of similar size to humans really bite a troll's neck? Stephen Comfort said bluntly: Maybe some giant vampire, but he doesn't seem to believe it himself.

The discussion that followed gradually became absurd. Some people thought it was a giant, some said it was a werewolf, and even a second-year girl thought that the fire dragon was very suspicious.

Tom entered the lounge at this moment, and for a moment, he felt that the world was focusing on him, as if everyone was looking at him. But Ravenclaw students should be more reserved, they won't rush to ask like Gryffindor students, but everyone is waiting.

Finally, the old prefect Robert Hilliard came over and said, "Are you alright? Come, the meal is still hot, come and eat at my table!" The little wizards around scolded: Old fox! To be able to come up with such a set of information means!

Tom saw that there were not many empty seats around, so he happily took a seat. Eat and drink with Prefect Robert, and sure enough, Robert quickly brought the topic to the troll incident tonight.

"Wow, so how did you escape in the end?"

When this question was asked, the entire lounge became quiet for a while, and then returned to normal, but the words of the chatting classmates became unsatisfactory, and the students who were reading did not turn the pages of their books.

"A three-headed dog appeared, and it killed the troll, that's all."

"Oh-"

The little wizard, whose doubts were answered, moved his attention away contentedly. As for why there were three-headed dogs, the smart Ravenclaw students would not ask Tom, they would only discuss it by themselves. How could a first-grade kid know where the three-headed dog came from?