HP: Azkaban's Outstanding Graduate

A gust of wind carrying sand blew by, and he nimbly dodged the swirling dust. Loctis's arrival made him stop what he was doing.

Raising its head, the swift's bright eyes beneath the brim of its hat looked at the raven, and a cheerful smile appeared on its lips as it waved to it.

He took the parchment out of the leather tube and looked at it. He nodded first, then gave an awkward smile.

"I don't have any mithril fragments here. Would you like some owl food?"

As he spoke, he pulled out a handful of owl feed mixed with dust and held it out to Loctis.

The raven glanced at him, then turned its head away angrily.

"Uh... okay, it seems it's not to your liking."

He then took out his wand from his pocket, waved it casually, and the wand turned into a quill pen.

The curse on me has completely disappeared, so don't worry.

Also: Lochtees left hungry, and it seemed rather unhappy—Swift

After doing all this, he put the parchment back in its place, and then the raven took to the air again, flying towards the more distant west.

Chapter 174 America

When Lochteis crossed the vast Atlantic Ocean and arrived at Iphamoni Castle, a torrential thunderstorm was engulfing the school.

Electricity danced wildly in the churning, leaden-gray clouds, and thunder roared like a giant beast, shaking the very air.

The raven bravely traversed the dense rain and howling winds, even getting struck by two bolts of lightning, before finally finding the Thunderbird Academy Dean's office at the highest point of the castle.

The office was spacious and solemn, with a huge thunderbird totem hanging on the wall, its sharp gaze seemingly able to pierce through the walls. A roaring fire burned in the fireplace, dispelling the chill of the rainy night.

The white-haired Thunderbird stood before the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the raging storm outside.

When he heard the sound of wings flapping, he slowly turned around and walked to a small window on the side of the room, which was used by bird messengers.

Lochtees glided in skillfully, its body soaked and cold from the rain, and landed directly on a special perch carved with an exquisite thunderbird totem. It shook its feathers vigorously, splashing water droplets everywhere.

Thunderbird looked at the raven from across the ocean, a faint hint of gentleness appearing on its majestic face.

He took a few steps closer and extended his broad palm.

Loctis did not flinch, letting him gently brush the wet feathers on its head with his fingertips, the gesture carrying the steady care of an elder.

"Thank you for your hard work, Loctis."

He withdrew his hand and looked out the window again. The churning thunderclouds seemed to have become somewhat tamed under his calm gaze.

"The storm will eventually pass." Thunderbird's deep voice remained clear amidst the thunder.

At this moment, Lochteus skillfully used his beak to untie the small leather tube tied to his leg, took out the rolled-up parchment inside, and handed it to the Thunderbird.

The old man calmly took it, unfolded it, and slowly moved his gaze between the different handwritings.

After a moment, he looked up from the parchment at the raven that was waiting quietly, a smile appearing on his face.

“Alright, don’t worry…” Thunderbird glanced at the different handwriting on the parchment again, “I have plenty of supplies here.”

He turned and walked to the large desk, pulled open a heavy drawer, and took out a sealed glass jar.

He grabbed a handful of shimmering mithril fragments from the jar, placed them on a clean tray on the table, and pushed it toward Raven.

"You can eat your fill here and wait for the rain to stop before you leave."

Loctis's eyes seemed to light up.

It immediately jumped down from its perch, landed on the table, and began to peck eagerly and precisely at the plate of precious mithril fragments.

The crisp "tap-tap" sound of pecking at the tabletop was particularly clear in the room as the thunder subsided.

It was really hungry!

This journey was longer than ever before.

Even when traveling around the world delivering gifts at Christmas, it can turn back to Hogwarts to enjoy a "special" meal from Sacramento.

But this time is different. Its journey spans the globe, and it will probably be flying around for an entire summer, or even longer—until that damned curse on Sagles is gone.

Although it has a unique structure, with its core powered by magic and able to maintain basic functions without eating, this body will still accumulate considerable fatigue from long-term high-speed flight.

While Raven was engrossed in the Mithril Feast, Thunderbird had already sat down at his desk.

He took out a quill pen made from the tail feathers of an adult thunderbird, dipped it in ink, and wrote his reply in strong, vigorous strokes in the blank space below the parchment that carried the message:

Everything is normal here, there's no need to worry.

Lochteis will eat and drink its fill here, and to prevent it from getting into trouble again, it will set off with some mithril scraps—Thunderbird.

The torrential rain outside the window gradually subsided, leaving only the pattering of dripping water from the eaves. The voices and footsteps of the students gradually became clearer, injecting new vitality into the castle.

"It's almost time, little one."

Thunderbird carefully rolled up the parchment he had written on, put it back into the waterproof leather tube, and carefully tied it to Lochteus's strong leg.

At the same time, he also tied on a small bag made of tough dragon skin, which was filled with heavy mithril fragments.

"With these, we won't have to worry about food on the road anymore."

He gently patted the raven's back, his voice soft, "Give my regards to him."

Loctis let out a short, deep "ga" as if in response.

It lingered on the perch for a moment, as if gathering its strength, or perhaps bidding farewell.

Then, it suddenly spread its black wings, which shimmered with water, and resolutely plunged into the humid air outside the window to continue its long and arduous round-the-world journey.

巴西

Rio de Janeiro

International Flyway Network Coordination Office

Locktis landed directly outside the massive control center of the coordination office.

The control center was brightly lit and presented a peculiar scene: a huge three-dimensional sand table model occupying most of the room was slowly rotating, with Flyro Network nodes from all over the world clearly marked on it.

Countless slender rays of light flicker, connect, and disconnect on the sand table, forming a constantly changing, global network of light.

The robin was standing in front of the control panel in the center of the sand table model, humming a light samba rhythm, its body swaying slightly with the wave of its wand.

The Floo Network senior coordinator is currently waving his wand constantly, adjusting the lights on the sand table that occasionally flicker too fast or become blocked, to ensure smooth traffic flow across the global Floo Network.

"Aha! Loctis is here!"

The robin caught a glimpse of Loctis landing on the edge of the control panel and immediately broke into a bright smile.

Her hand movements remained precise and fluid, without disrupting the rhythm of the Flying Network in the slightest.

"Just a moment, honey, let me direct the flow of traffic during London's evening rush hour..."

She drew several arcs with her wand, and the congested red dots on the sand table instantly turned into smooth green.

"Okay! Done!"

The robin put down its wand and hopped lightly in front of Lochteus, curiously examining the leather tube and mithril pouch on its leg.

"I heard that they were all afflicted with a troublesome curse some time ago?"

She took the parchment letter from the raven's beak, unfolded it, and casually asked a question.

However, she didn't expect the raven to answer. Lochteis was occasionally quick-witted, but most of the time he seemed gluttonous and foolish.

After reading the contents of the parchment, the robin immediately understood.

"So you're on another round-the-world trip!" she smirked. "You went to Thunderbirds first? Tsk, looks like you've had quite a haul!"

She opened the dragon-skin bag on the raven's leg and looked inside, only to find it empty.

As if to verify her idea, she took the bag off and examined it, but found no flaws.

"You ate it all?" the robin asked in surprise, while the raven stared at her without moving.

"Ugh!"

She sighed, grabbed a spare quill from the console, and scribbled something in a flowing, elegant hand on the blank space of the parchment:

everything is normal!

P.S.: Loctis's food bag is empty.

The moment she put pen to paper, a blinding red light, symbolizing congestion, suddenly lit up on the huge three-dimensional sand table model.

"Oops!"

The robin let out a soft cry, reacting with lightning speed.

She quickly rolled up the parchment and stuffed it back into the tube, while yelling towards the magical megaphone connecting to the next office: "Roy! Switch all the load on my main lines to yours! I have something to take care of here!"

"Received!" Roy's crisp and efficient response came immediately from next door.

Almost as soon as the words were spoken, the densely packed, shimmering colored lights on the sand table instantly dimmed.

With the pressure suddenly reduced, the robin breathed a sigh of relief and raised his hand to wipe away non-existent cold sweat.

She turned to Lochtis, who had been waiting quietly, winked playfully, and instantly switched to a relaxed smile: "Crisis averted!"

As she spoke, she magically pulled a small crystal bottle from her uniform pocket, inside which were several mithril blocks cut like diamonds.

"Here, I also have some 'snacks' here to replenish my energy on the road!"

She deftly unscrewed the bottle cap and poured all the valuable mithril ingots into the empty dragon skin bag.

Loctis glanced down at the suddenly bulging bag, let out a not-so-unpleasant hoot in thanks, and the robin leaned against the control panel, looking at the raven, and said casually, as if chatting with an old friend:

"Sigh, I have to stare at this sand table for three hours every day, my eyes are getting tired! Earning these Galleons is really not easy."

"Gah!"

"What's most infuriating is my boss!"

She rolled her eyes, mimicking someone's lazy tone, "He just stays holed up in his luxurious office with its thick carpet all day, either reading the newspaper or The Witch Weekly! Occasionally he'll wander out on a whim, and then he'll point fingers and give all sorts of weird advice! I really want to curse his greasy forehead!"

"Gah!"

"Luckily, I have a few coordinators under me who are even more miserable," she said, changing the subject with a hint of pride. "When they're so busy they barely have time to breathe, they can secretly delegate some of the work. Otherwise, I would have collapsed from exhaustion at this control panel sooner or later!"