Hogwarts: I've acquired the Father System

To the best of my limited knowledge, there has never been anyone in history who could make all wands tremble, not even Merlin.

Dumbledore made a joke.

But Delis already understood what he meant.

Rarity means importance.

If word gets out, Darren will likely be targeted by many people.

"Ha, then let's just lock that kid up, that way no one else can harm him!"

A portrait on the wall suddenly opened its eyes and said excitedly.

"Phineas, you are the most annoying headmaster ever! No wonder the children don't like you!"

Delis glared at him angrily.

The child did nothing wrong, but was locked up just because he was different?

"So what? I don't care if those stupid kids like it. I usually hang kids who have made mistakes upside down in the dark prison."

I think Albus is being too lenient with them now, like those two Gryffindor twins, for example. They're so unruly; in my day, they would have been expelled long ago!

"Phineas Black said angrily."

Dumbledore smiled and shook his head, ignoring his outburst.

Instead, he pondered for a moment and said:

“I need to keep Ollivander’s word, but my old friend is a show-off, so perhaps I should have a good talk with him soon.”

Dumbledore's wise blue eyes flashed behind his glasses.

A blue dragon from the East...

Journey to the West

Is it really just a meaningless bidding war?

And then there's Darren, who I think might be more suited to the Cypress Phoenix Feather Wand.

He sent it to Ollivander a few days ago, but the kid didn't choose it.

You should know that the boy's godfather, Remus Lupin, used a cypress phoenix feather wand, and he assumed they should be the same.

The result was still a difference.

How could the Azure Dragon of the East be superior to his Phoenix?

This child made the wrong choice!

Chapter Twenty-Four: Phoenix Carol

Darren, of course, had no idea that Dumbledore was lamenting that he had chosen the wrong wand.

If I knew, I would definitely say that my great Eastern dragon is no match for your featherless turkey.

joke!

He held his Azure Dragon Reverse Scale Magic Wand and found it more and more pleasing to the eye.

This is a light brown magic wand, smooth and soft to the touch.

When Darren held the wand, he could feel the immense power contained within it.

Clearly, this wand is not as simple as Ollivander claimed.

He didn't really believe in things like "having the world in one's heart" or "being too rigid and easily broken."

Because he is not a person who cares about the world!

So what secret must this magic wand be hiding? It's in Journey to the West.

He had some guesses, but he didn't know if they were accurate.

Darren, who was itching to go, really didn't want to explore Diagon Alley anymore.

He wanted to go back and see what he had accomplished over the past few days.

"Patch, take me home. I just remembered that I need to eat those cakes as soon as possible, or they won't taste good."

As for the other things, Patchouli, you can take me out to buy them tomorrow, okay?

School starts the day after tomorrow, so he can spend these next two days doing some temporary tasks here.

"Good little master, you are so kind!"

Patch screamed in amazement.

Darren humbly accepted the compliment and was taken back by Patsy.

After taking a bath, Darren lay on his big bed in Gryffindor and had Patchouli distribute all the cakes.

Then you can rest.

What he needs now is to quietly review what he has gained over the past few days.

First, there's his phoenix pet egg.

Darren took out the phoenix egg, stroking his chin as he considered how to hatch it.

Perhaps he could just smash the shell open, or throw it directly into the fire?

I've heard that phoenixes aren't afraid of fire, so if you throw them into a fire, they probably won't cook, right?

[Ding! The host can drip blood onto the phoenix egg to hatch it.]

Perhaps sensing Darren's unreliable idea, the system's voice immediately rang out.

[Okay, so what if I eat it?]

Darren made a comment.

He pricked his finger with a needle and squeezed out a drop of blood, which landed on the phoenix egg.

Click!

The phoenix eggshell immediately made a cracking sound after the blood was dripped on it.

Then a featherless turkey crawled out of it.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

Darren silently watched the chirping, ugly little creature, hesitating whether to take it to the kitchen and make a pot of turkey soup, which might help nourish its body.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

Completely unaware of Darren's thoughts, the little phoenix affectionately nuzzled Darren with its head, then stumbled over to its eggshell and generously offered to let Darren have some.

Darren hesitated for a moment, then curiously picked up a piece and put it in his mouth.

Well.

It smells so good!

It has a feeling of combining chocolate and crispy biscuits.

Realizing it was a good thing, he quickly grabbed another piece.

The little phoenix clearly hadn't expected that its mere act of humility to express its loyalty would result in humans, who shouldn't eat phoenix eggshells, actually eating them.

What's even more terrifying is that after eating one piece, he wanted to take another.

The little phoenix frantically protected its eggshell and, with frantic speed, swallowed the shell whole.

After finally managing to swallow it, it looked at Darren with reproach.

My own little master.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

It cried out indignantly.

Darren wasn't embarrassed at all; instead, he showed an "innocent" expression and asked the little phoenix curiously if he could find a way to get some more eggshells.

He wanted to taste it too.

"Choo Choo Choo……"

The little phoenix gently pecked his finger with its beak in a gesture of condemnation.

That's the eggshell it uses to supplement its nutrition; humans can't eat it at all.

The little master is such a freak.

"Ok."

Although the little phoenix was chirping, Darren probably understood what it meant.

It must be because of that drop of blood.

"Okay, I'll give you a name. By the way, are you male or female?"

"Choo Choo Choo……"

"If it's your mother, then let's name her Carol, which means happiness. I hope that you, a phoenix, can always be happy!"