Chapter 47: Chapter 42: The Heavenly Dao’s Cycles of Reincarnation!
The Phoenix nad Fox gently tidied Ian’s ssy hair with its beak.
The atmosphere in the air was sowhat frozen.
They stared at each other in wide-eyed silence.
Albus Dumbledore’s raised hand was in an awkward position; neither lifting nor lowering it seed appropriate for the elderly Occluns, whose face couldn’t hide his embarrassnt.
"It seems Fox is very fond of you, which is truly rare. Most of the ti, Fox is quite aloof toward humans."
Dumbledore could only use words to break through his current slightly awkward situation.
"Professor..."
Ian knew clearly that the fluffy bird on top of his head was undoubtedly one of the most terrifying creatures in the magical realm. He looked to Dumbledore for help.
Trying hard to keep his head balanced.
Although he had always been curious about the Phoenix, it was similar to the tale of a man who liked dragons but feared real-life encounters. In a way, cat enthusiasts who liked lions probably wouldn’t want a face-to-face encounter with one.
"Don’t worry, the Phoenix possesses wisdom superior to humans; it’s rely playing with you." Dumbledore’s eyes, behind his glasses, were filled with wonder.
Indeed, he had never seen Fox so close to anyone other than himself. Even those kind and brave little wizards couldn’t make Fox groom their "feathers" so intimately.
Yes.
The way Fox looked now resembled a Phoenix grooming Ian’s hair, incredibly affectionate.
"Lady Yelena ntioned that you like playing with birds, perhaps suggesting you have an affinity with fantastic beasts, much like Master Newt Scamander."
This was probably the most reasonable explanation Dumbledore could think of. It’s well-known that only mbers of the Dumbledore family possess the ability to summon a Phoenix in tis of crisis.
These unique and powerful fantastic beasts, their existence doesn’t co from generation-to-generation breeding but as a response to a particular bloodline within the Dumbledore family.
Perhaps similar bloodlines exist in other families.
However.
Speaking of Fox, this specific Phoenix was born for Albus Dumbledore; its will and emotions were intended to be deeply connected only with Albus Dumbledore.
"Newt Scamander? The author of Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them?" Ian dared not move, trying to maintain the balance between his body and head.
Dubai tycoons also claim their lions are ta, but do you see the servants or attendants around those Dubai tycoons daring to trust that?
"Yes, he’s an old friend of mine, and we once fought side by side." Dumbledore gazed at the person and bird in front of him, his eyes inexplicably glittering.
"If he knew about a child like you at the school, he perhaps wouldn’t keep refusing my job offer. I suppose I need to write Newt an enticing letter when I get back."
Dumbledore’s face revealed an expectant smile.
"Uh, I don’t think I have that kind of gift... I just feel like your bird is toying with ..." Ian could feel the Phoenix on his head moving.
It had started to groom Ian’s eyebrows, venturing dangerously close to his eyes, which made Ian worry it might peck at him.
Heaven knows if the Phoenix is curious about rotating eyeballs.
Too terrifying.
Who would have thought that a master at playing with birds could soday be toyed with by a real bird!
"Alright, Fox, we should head back now."
Dumbledore noticed Ian’s tension and finally called to the Phoenix.
"Caw caw!"
After letting out a reluctant chirp, the Phoenix obeyed Dumbledore’s summons. It gently flew off Ian’s head and transford into a red light, returning to Dumbledore’s side.
"If you need any help, you can co to , or Professor Snape. He’s cold outside but warm inside, we’d be more than happy to help you solve your problems."
It wasn’t clear whether Dumbledore’s words were referring to magic studies or other matters, but he waved to Ian with a smile, and alongside the Phoenix, disappeared from the room instantly.
The ebb and flow of the space gradually cald.
Ian was left alone in the now quiet living room, his heart still in a flutter.
Perhaps because the shock had not yet passed.
He didn’t notice a delicate pattern on the back of his hand gradually fading away — in fact, even Dumbledore hadn’t noticed it shining earlier.
Perhaps.
Because no one but Ian could see it.
...
"Hoo~"
Space warps a mont.
Dumbledore’s figure appeared in the hallway of Hogwarts Castle.
The night had fallen.
The castle’s corridors were like thinly veiled in soft and mysterious moonlight, with ancient wall lamps along the winding corridor sides, emitting a dim and warm glow.
"Fox, you were a bit too rude today, frightening the child." Dumbledore walked to the window, where the Phoenix perched on his shoulder.
"Caw caw!"
The fiery red Phoenix murmured softly.
"You an to say you feel he needs your care?" Dumbledore didn’t understand the language of the Phoenix, but he had lived with Fox for many years.
"Caw!"
The Phoenix responded once again.
"Truly remarkable... two special children indeed."
A gust of night wind blew through the window.
Dumbledore stared up at the moon outside the window, his old face wearing a serene expression, yet in those deep and remarkable eyes, the reflections of a man and a woman’s distinctly different figures seed to flicker.
He was pondering.
He was perplexed.
He whispered softly to himself.
"I only hope, it’s not as I imagine..."
The old man’s silhouette seed sowhat hunched in the night wind, carrying an air of fatigue.
And at this mont.
"Tap tap tap~"
Footsteps sounded.
A man enveloped in a black robe erged from the depth of the castle, holding several boxes, with the sll of herbs beginning to spread in the air.
"Severus."
Dumbledore didn’t turn around, yet he accurately called out the newcor’s na.
"Heh, Albus, it seems you’ve been insomniac again; perhaps I can give you a bottle of Dreamless Sleep Potion to spare you a night of nightmares."
Snape paused, smirking without genuine humor.
"I just returned from outside."
Dumbledore finally turned around, glancing at the boxes in Snape’s hand, "Even though I indeed feel like I might be sleepless tonight, I still wish to avoid depending on magic potions."
In face of such words.
Snape rely nodded.
"Foolish choice."
He remained as sharp-tongued as ever.
"Aren’t you supposed to be brewing Blessing Potion?"
Dumbledore, from the herbs in Snape’s hand, discerned what Snape was working on, perhaps as a way to pivot the conversation.
"If you feel like having so potion, I’m around tonight."
Snape resud his pace, heading towards his office.
And at that mont.
"Wait a minute."
Dumbledore suddenly spoke up.
"Changed your mind?"
Snape turned back, expressionless.
"Just wanted to make a request for sothing else, of course, the request is purely to appease my curiosity; I hope you won’t misunderstand."
Dumbledore seed to be weighing his words, but seeing Snape’s impatient expression, he lowered his voice with a slight hesitation to make an inquiry.
"If you have ti, could you check the Prince Clan’s genealogy to see if any of the last five generations intermarried with the Dumbledore family?"
Sa corridor.
The sa two people.
However.
This ti.
It was Snape who looked bewildered.
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