Hogwarts on the Tip of the Tongue

"Are you still angry?"

Dumbledore lowered his head and looked at the unhappy Elena and asked.

Although it is known that part of the reason may come from the girl's Meiwa lineage, in the face of the girl's pure attachment and the **** to the "family" shown from time to time, Dumbledore always unconsciously produced a hint To spoil the mind.

Perhaps this is an older performance, right? Dumbledore shook his head slightly, self-deprecatingly.

Click.

The silver-haired little Loli lowered her head without saying a word, and the calf leather boots kicked the uneven pebbles between the slabs of Diagon Alley, letting the old wizard drag her to the Olivander wand shop, apparently still fighting. .

Elena actually also knows that with the long-winded character of Dumbledore, she will never sit back and watch her turn Diagon Alley into a magical version of the vegetable market.

But when she saw so many things that she had never seen and eaten—especially, the big white rabbit always attracted her attention with extravagance, as if to say: “Eat me, eat me, eat me ! "What can she do?

Don't she know to disguise step by step, but she can't control herself!

That ’s fine, except for the [Magic Zoo] just now, the only pet shop left in Diagon Alley is the one that ’s not far away. [The Owl Shop] Harry Potter ’s snow owl called Hedwig I bought it here.

Elena would n’t be so naive to imagine that Dumbledore, who knew the truth about Hogwarts ’missing owl incident, might also take her to a owl shop.

Understood by understanding, Dumbledore was slipped out of the store twice in a row, which still made Elena quite unhappy. She had decided that she would not say anything to Dumbledore from now on.

As the girl secretly became angry, she suddenly felt Dumbledore around her pulling her to a stop, and the gentle voice of the old wizard came from her ear.

"Wait a little bit for me. You stand here Elena, don't run around."

Dumbledore let go of his hand, rubbed the silvery hair of the silver-haired little loli, and crouched down to look at her eyes and asked seriously.

Elena raised her head and glanced at the sign of the shop next to it, [咿 啦 巫 狼 店].

Cross the gate and go inwards, it seems to match the living habits of the owl day and night, even the store is black. Only by the rustling flapping sound and the glittering jewel-like eyes in the dark, the scene of the shop full of owls can be imagined.

As Dumbledore's back disappeared into the black hole of the "baby owl shop", Elena pouted, and she became more and more unhappy. In her view, most of the hate headmasters and adults went to the store staff as before, not to sell her anything like owls.

However, this emotion did not last long—Dumbledore put a large bird cage in Elena's hands.

"This, this ... Professor, don't you want to say this is for me?"

Elena lifted her cage helplessly and stuttered, her face full of accidents.

Know that she is carrying dozens of Scottish round-faced fat chicken lives and a cold-blooded orphan butcher with no emotion.

Dumbledore pointed to the beautiful dark brown bird in the cage and said with a smile.

"I know it might be a little surprising. However, after thinking about it, I decided to give you an owl. Children love owls, and they can send you letters and deliver packages for you."

In the cage, the dark brown owl was sleeping soundly under the wings at this time, not even aware of any dangerous appearance.

Dumbledore paused, his blue eyes stared at Elena gently, and continued to speak softly.

"According to the wizard of the shop, this is a strange brown owl. Because the call and appearance are not the same as other owls, it is not too happy. But I think you should be able to take care of it."

"Not quite the same?"

Elena looked at the sleeping fat chicken in the bird cage in confusion. It looked carefully, it was indeed different from the appearance of most of the Scottish round-faced fat chickens I saw before.

Compared to most of its kind, it is obviously of a smaller size, which is about slightly larger than a fat pigeon. Unlike most owls with a single color, this round-faced chubby chicken looks exceptionally beautiful.

A white shoulder strap spread from its back neck and continued to the position of the shoulder blade. The edge of the feather is set with white, the wings and tail have light brown stripes, and the color of the feathers on the body shows a dark brown-yellow-red gradient.

"It's so pretty to say so ... and it looks very meaty and dull."

Elena reached out her fingers curiously, poke gently through the iron cage and immersed in the sweet dream of the Scottish round face fat chicken, licked her lips and said.

Go ha ha! Ha ha ha!

The big dark brown bird suddenly awakened, flapping its wings, and panicked from the pole in the middle of the cage, a series of bizarre tweets in his mouth, like a barking of a puppy, or someone from a distance There was a burst of laughter in the exhausted hiss.

The chubby bird face looks funny, the face behind and behind the big eyes is white, and then gradually becomes gray, and the brown stripes move toward the center.

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore, you just said, what breed is it from?"

Hearing the laughter in the cage, Elena suddenly raised her head and asked Dumbledore.

"Brown owl, but the sound and appearance are a bit strange, is there any problem?"

Dumbledore looked at Elena unclearly, wondering why the girl's emotions were suddenly agitated.

"No, this is not a brown owl. Even it does not belong to any kind of owl family."

Elena once again took a closer look at the small fat chicken shrunk in the corner of the cage, who had not yet taken a name, and slowly shook her head.

"This is a laughing owl of the original owl family, also known as WHēkau or white-faced owl. A kind of creature that has been identified as extinct in the Muggle world. Unexpectedly, there still exist in the magic world. . "

Although this has not been anticipated before, this does not prevent Dumbledore from drawing conclusions from the information given by the silver-haired little loli.

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows, a trace of profound expression across his face, said thoughtfully.

"In other words, it may be the last one in the world? But I believe Elena, you can feed it well."

Eh? Silver-haired little Loli blinked.

The last one in the world, if eaten, isn't that equivalent to extinction of a species? !

Elena instantly realized what kind of hot potato she took over, the owl that could not be eaten, or is it the Scottish round face fat chicken? !

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore, I don't want to have a pet anymore, please return it to the store. Or you can give it to Mr. Newt Scamander!"

Reacted Elena carried the cage and anxiously wanted to return to Dumbledore's hand. Although she is a foodie ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ but she always eats some food that can be regenerated and farmed, and the creatures that are extinct after eating like this, she has not been so distraught.

"Of course ... no!"

Looking at the little loli with a tangled face, Dumbledore shook his head happily and refused without hesitation.

The reason for being happy is not only that he saw Elena deflated, but more importantly, he found some extra precious qualities from this little girl.

Paused, Dumbledore continued happily.

"Furthermore, I promised to buy you a pet. I would n’t do anything that does n’t count. As for Mr. Newt Scamander, I started traveling around the world again, and I could n’t find him for a while. So it ’s up to you to take care of it for now. "

"Let's go, this time, only the Ollivander wand shop is left."

Gohaha ~ Gohaha ~

Seemed to feel a lot safer suddenly, and the little owl in the cage made a sound of excitement at the right time.

"Shut up! If you make me angry, I will eat you out!"

The mixed-race little Meiwa grinded her teeth and glared fiercely at the little guy in the cage.

Gu ~ QAQ ~

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(Elena Kaslana, who ca n’t eat pets, waits pitifully for everyone ’s feeding: Seeking a recommendation ticket, seeking a recommendation ticket, seeking a recommendation ticket ~)

(PS: if the pet's name is called Vika, taken from the transliteration of WHēkau.)

(I did n’t choose a very cool magical creature. The first is that the school rules do n’t allow it. At least Dumbledore ca n’t pass it. In the second, I do n’t want to change too many strange settings. In the third, I want to raise one. It ’s a love to eat and not eat scottish chubby chickens as pets.)