The morning sun was especially warm.

But why did Blake feel that the sun was a little hot today?

Blake slowly opened his eyes.

Then he knew why he felt hot.

He saw a big fiery red bird next to him.

Squatting on his bed …

"You … Fox?!"

Blake immediately woke up.

He opened ancient magic last night.

Blake was excited for a long time before he fell asleep.

He didn't expect to see the phoenix Fox as soon as he opened his eyes in the morning.

Could it be that Dumbledore was here?

Blake looked around his small room.

He didn't find Dumbledore sitting on his chair.

Instead, Fox called out to him excitedly.

Then it took a letter out from under its feathers

Then it pulled it out with its claws and gave it to Blake.

"Uh … are you here to deliver a letter to me?"

Only then did Blake understand.

Fox was here to deliver a letter.

Fortunately, he closed the doors and windows last night.

The phoenix could come in.

But others couldn't come in.

Otherwise, it would be troublesome if others saw Fox.

He couldn't tell Madam Marian directly.

This was a fat Scottish round-faced chicken with a little bit of red, right?

He saw that Fox was urging him.

Blake had no choice but to open the letter.

He read it.

In the letter, there were circles in the iconic handwriting.

It was indeed Dumbledore's handwriting.

There wasn't much content in the letter.

It just wanted to borrow something from Blake.

After reading it.

Blake took off the tag around his neck.

The tag that had been completely repaired.

In the early morning sun.

It shone with a metallic lustre.

Fox patted Blake's shoulder with its wings.

Then it called out affectionately twice.

Finally, it picked up Blake's tag with its mouth.

It disappeared into the fire …

Blake watched the phoenix disappear into the fire.

He knew that Dumbledore must have found something.

That was why he needed his tag as proof.

However, it had only been one night.

Blake wasn't in a hurry.

After Fox left.

The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped by several degrees.

Blake opened the door and windows.

Seeing that it was still early.

Then he ran excitedly to the kitchen!

…

Dumbledore took the tag from Fox's mouth.

At this moment.

It was on his desk.

It was already filled with all kinds of strange tools.

Most of them were related to alchemy.

After putting the tag on the desk.

A busy test officially began.

…

"Croak!

Croak! "

Mrs. Granger looked helplessly at the birdcage in her daughter's hand.

There was an energetic owl in the cage.

It was noisy and had a strange stench.

...

. She didn't know what was going on.

Her precious daughter, Hermione, had been clamouring early in the morning to go to Diagon Alley again.

She said that she wanted to buy an owl that could only deliver letters.

When she was asked who she wanted to write to.

. Hermione said.....

. She wanted to ask the professor.

Mr. Granger, who loved his daughter dearly, had no choice but to be with her early in the morning.

He went to Diagon Alley again.

..........

After Hermione got home.

....

She rushed into the room barefooted.

She opened the two letters she had written earlier.

She handed them to the one she had just bought.

The owl that she didn't even have time to name.

"Send this letter to Professor McGonagall first!

Then send this letter to Blake! "

Hermione thought about the order very thoughtfully.

Professor McGonagall naturally had the school's owl to bring back the letter.

Blake didn't have an owl.

She had to let the owl wait there for Blake to write the letter.

Then, she would send the letter back.

"Croak!

Croak! "

She didn't expect that the owl had just been bought.

It was going to work soon.

However.

It had also been locked in a cage for a long time.

Send a letter.

It was just enough to stretch its muscles and bones.

Looking at the owl that had turned into a black dot in the sky.

Hermione recalled what happened last night.

Just after saying goodbye to Blake and Professor Dumbledore.

She tried the Shapeshifting spell in her room …

When she saw Blake use the Shapeshifting spell to defeat the hidden beast.

She was already thinking of trying it herself.

Blake didn't know what magic was before.

He only thought that his magic was just some kind of superpower.

Then he could practice the Shapeshifting spell very well.

Then … she should be able to do it too!

However, reality once again gave Hermione a heavy uppercut.

That level of boulder.

In Blake's hands.

He could instantly turn into a moving, roaring lion.

And Blake was casting without a staff.

And she …

Even if she used a magic wand.

She couldn't make a small stone change even a little bit …

In fact, when Dumbledore and the others sent her home yesterday.

She had once asked questions about the Shapeshifting spell.

Blake said casually.

As long as he thought about what that thing would become.

Then that thing would become what it would become.

Dumbledore agreed with Blake's statement.

But he was still the same as Professor McGonagall.

To Hermione, the Shapeshifting spell was a profound subject.

It required systematic training …

"Damn it!

Then why doesn't Blake need systematic training?! "

"He … fumbled around on his own!

And … and didn't use a magic wand! "

Every time she thought of this.

Hermione felt that her originally arrogant heart had been hit by 10,000 points of critical damage.

After trying for an entire night without any progress.

Hermione had to give up her attempt helplessly.

In the absence of a teacher to teach her.

She had no way to learn at all.

Therefore, she had the idea of writing a letter to Professor McGonagall for advice.

That was why she had the idea of buying an owl early in the morning.

Well … the letter to Blake was incidental.

It was just some greetings between friends.

She had already admitted helplessly.

Blake's talent was indeed higher than hers.

But …

Every time she thought of Blake, she said lightly.

When the Shapeshifting spell was very simple.

She still couldn't help but go crazy.

…

Marian Orphanage.

Blake was lost in everyone's praise.

"Brother Blake's cooking is so delicious!"

"Brother Blake, I want more!"

"Ahem, don't let people 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.

Even if he relied on his Cooking skills, he would not be able to get more treasure chests.

Sure enough, the children who were elated because of the delicious food.

His system kept ringing with notifications.

Of course …

It was a pity.

The notifications were all …

"Not enough emotion points....

"… Failed to draw treasure chest."

Blake was a little disappointed.

...

These children were still young.

.....

In that case, the chances of getting a Treasure Chest would be very low.

As for Lady Marian, whom she had high hopes for …

Alright then.

Although Lady Marian was suddenly enlightened by Blake.

He actually made such a delicious breakfast.

She felt extremely gratified and happy.

..

Perhaps her emotions weren't as strong as when she was angry last night.

Therefore, he failed to draw the treasure chest.

This made Blake even more certain of his thoughts.

That was, angry emotions were easier to get than happy emotions!

Suddenly, the system notification sounded again.

[Ding!

Frantic emotions detected! ]

[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? "

"I'm crying!

Really! "

"You didn't forget to send me treasure chests at home!"

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