Chapter 62 Resurrection of the Phoenix
The newborn seemed a little angry when he heard someone calling him a fat owl.
It flapped its fledgling little wings, flew quickly to Carl, and pecked Carl's finger with its golden beak.
Karl felt a little pain in his fingers, and he quickly withdrew his hand, but his eyes were still full of doubts.
Until the voice of the dog system sounded in my mind.
[Host, don't doubt it, this is not an owl, it is a real phoenix. ]
"Phoenix!!" Carl was a little surprised, and then he kept looking up and down at the little fat bird. After looking for a long time, he said firmly.
"Impossible, how can a phoenix be so fat? It's not like I haven't seen one before. There's one in the principal's office."
"He's almost as fat as a ball."
The little phoenix seemed very sad when it heard its owner say that it was almost as fat as a ball.
An anthropomorphic expression of surprise first appeared on his face, Σ(⊙▽⊙“a, and then he turned his head away, hiding in the corner of the desk like a bird.
Constantly drawing circles on the table with the feather was such a spiritual move that Carl began to doubt his own judgment.
So I started to confirm it in my mind among the three systems.
"Are you sure this is really a phoenix? You know, the phoenix is a very powerful magical animal. In its current state, it's doubtful whether it can fly."
[What are you talking about? What are you talking about? The host is saying this, but it really hurts the bird's heart. This is indeed a phoenix. ]
[It's just a feature of Hufflepuff House, a little plump, that's all. You're discriminating, serious discrimination.]
Carl obviously doesn't buy the system's explanation. He is an extremely sophisticated egoist and realist.
He didn't want any useless things, so he first took the fat bird that was sulking in the corner.
I held it in my arms and stroked it. It felt good, but it was a little too round.
If it weren't for the feathers on this little guy's body, he would have suspected that you were holding a football in your arms.
Just when he was preparing to send this little guy to the Owl Dormitory to let Snape train him well and help him lose weight at the same time.
The dog system suddenly muttered in his mind.
[This phoenix has little combat power, but it will communicate with you in a spiritual way, once your life is in danger. ]
[It can sacrifice itself to help you block a fatal blow, which is equivalent to giving you a resurrection armor, but you are still not satisfied. ]
Hearing this, Carl, with a face full of shame, placed the little fat bird in front of him, stroked the feathers on its head, and said apologetically.
"I didn't expect you to be so useful and dedicated. I was wrong about you. You don't need to lose weight."
"What's wrong with being a little fat? Being fatter is better. We can't have a discriminatory mentality."
But although he said this, Carl was constantly asking the system in his mind.
"Do you have any better bird feed, especially the kind with hormones to make it fatter?"
"This little thing has such a small body area. If it accidentally fails to help me block the magic beam, wouldn't that be a big loss?"
"It's better to eat fatter so that the defense area is large enough to avoid omissions. By the way, after this little guy dies."
"How long will it take to be resurrected? How long is the cooldown time of my resurrection armor? Can the corpse be reused?"
Such completely inhuman words made the dog system speechless for a moment. After a long silence, the voice sounded again.
[Too abnormal host, reward points 279,800, current points , please keep up the good work and run all the way to the villain. ]
[Just a reminder, the reason why this phoenix became like this is just a special case, and it will return to normal after Nirvana. ]
Hearing this, Karl couldn't help but feel a little sorry. Isn't being chubby cute? Why should he return to normal?
But I thought that it would be good if I could return to normal. I could use this fat bird to do other things.
After weighing the pros and cons, Carl still thought that it would be better to let the other party die first, which would be good for both man and bird.
Thinking of this, he immediately snapped his fingers, and the house-elf that had been lurking in the dark immediately appeared.
He held his chest high and displayed the cheap metal badge in front of Carl.
In response, Karl had no preparation to boast, but instead gave the order in his usual cold and indifferent manner.
"From now on, you must provide Albus with three meals a day on time."
That's right, he planned to name his phoenix Albus Dumbledore, because of that old guy.
He refused to let him get close to his phoenix, saying that he had bad intentions and wanted to take his bird away.
This is simply slander. Today he has to vent his anger. After giving the order, he looked at the little fat bird that was still enjoying his caressing.
After thinking about it, he gave a special reminder.
"Prepare more sweets and mix some candies into the feed. It should like it. Besides, the three meals a day seem to be a little less."
"Five meals a day, how can I let my Albus down?"
These words made the house elves a little confused, but it only lasted for a moment after Carl gave the order.
The guy immediately said happily.
"Mr. Hohenzollern actually let me feed a phoenix. Kirby is really very happy. Kirby is the happiest house elf in the world."
"Mr. Hohenzollern is the greatest wizard in the world, even greater than Headmaster Dumbledore."
Carl was very pleased with the flattery and he spoke more since he could speak, so he was in a good mood.
As the clock strikes 10 a.m., Carl prepares to leave for the cafeteria for an early lunch.
Before leaving, he deliberately touched the little fat bird's head and said with an extremely gentle and considerate expression.
"You must eat well, grow up quickly, don't care about other people's eyes, and eat more desserts if you like them."
"You are the most beautiful phoenix in the world. Your figure is already perfect."
This PUA on Phoenix was a sure win. The little thing happily rubbed Carl's palm with its little head.
However, he had no idea that the handsome angelic boy in front of him had already begun planning how to use his body to resist death.
Simply put, this little thing has no idea that every bite of food it eats from now on will not be in vain.
It will be the first meal of my life.
On the other side, as soon as Carl arrived at the common room, he found that something was wrong in the huge common room.
No one is playing Hearthstone now. Everyone is sitting there, holding something like a newspaper and watching it carefully.
They were whispering to each other from time to time, which made Carl very worried and a little angry.
She began to look for Cedric in the common room, wanting to ask him how he did his job.
How can they not play games but just sit there watching things and studying? How can this be acceptable? It will ruin their motivation to study. I can't bear to see my classmates fall into depravity.
