He saw a big fiery red bird right next to him. Crouching on his bed... "You...Fox?!" Blake sobered up immediately. Ancient magic was released last night. Blake was so excited that he fell asleep for a long time. I didn't expect to see Phoenix Fox when I opened my eyes in the morning. Is Dumbledore here? Blake looked around his small room. Dumbledore was not found sitting in his chair.

Fox called out to him excitedly. Then he took out a letter from under the pillow. Then he pawed it and gave it to Blake. "Um...are you delivering a letter to me?" Blake finally understood. Fox had come to deliver a letter. Fortunately, he closed the doors and windows last night. Phoenix can come in. But others can't come in. Otherwise, Fox would be in trouble if he was seen by others. He couldn't just tell Lady Marianne. Is this a fat, round-faced Scottish chicken with a little bit of red? Fox was seen urging him on. Blake had no choice but to open the letter. Looked up. The iconic font with circles within circles in the letter. It was indeed Dumbledore's handwriting. There wasn't much in the letter. Just borrowing something from Blake.

After reading this. Blake took the badge off his neck. Completely restored brand. In the morning sunshine. Sparkling with metallic luster. Fox patted Blake's shoulder with his wing. Then he called out twice affectionately. Finally, he picked up Blake's name tag. Disappeared in the flames... Blake watched the Phoenix disappear into the flames. I understand that Dumbledore must have found out something. This requires his brand name as evidence. But it was only one night. Blake was not in a hurry. After Fox left. The temperature in the room seemed to have dropped several degrees. Blake opened the doors and windows. See it’s still early. Then he ran towards the kitchen excitedly! …… Dumbledore took the name tag from Fawkes' mouth. at this time. On his desk. It is already filled with all kinds of strange tools. Most of them are related to alchemy. After putting the name tag on the desk. A busy testing process officially began. ……

"Quack! Quack!" Mrs. Granger looked at the birdcage in her daughter's hand with some helplessness. There is a lively owl in the cage. It makes a noisy sound and has a strange smell. There are really some... Don't know what's going on. My beloved daughter Hermione was clamoring to go to Diagon Alley again early in the morning. Said he wanted to buy an owl that could deliver letters. When asked who I would like to write to. Hermione just said that she didn't understand some of the questions. I want to send a letter to ask the professor for advice. Mr. Granger, who loved his daughter, had to be with his daughter early in the morning. I went to Diagon Alley again. Then I bought an owl. After Hermione returned home. I didn't even have time to change my shoes. He rushed into the room barefoot. She handed over two letters that she had written long ago. Gave it directly to the one I just bought. An owl that didn't even have a name. "Give this letter to Professor McGonagall first! And then give this one to Black!" Hermione had thought out the order very carefully. Of course, Professor McGonagall has the school's owl which can bring back the reply. But there was no owl at Blake's place. She would have to leave the owl there waiting for Blake to write back. Then send the reply back. "Quack! Quack!" Unexpectedly, the owl had just been bought.

It's going to work soon. but. It has also been kept in a cage for a long time. Send a letter. It's just right for stretching your muscles. Watch the owl become a black dot in the sky. Hermione thought back to what happened last night. Just after saying goodbye to Black and Professor Dumbledore. She tried the Transfiguration in her room... When I saw Blake defeat the Hidden Beast using Transfiguration. She was already thinking about trying it herself. Blake had no idea what magic was before. I just think my magic is some kind of super power. Then you can practice Transfiguration very well. Then...she should be able to do it too! But reality once again gave Hermione a heavy uppercut. A boulder of that degree. In Blake's hands. It can instantly transform into a moving, roaring lion. And Blake casts without a wand. And she... Even with a wand. There is no way to make a small piece of stone change even a little bit... In fact, it was yesterday when Dumbledore and the others were sending her home. She had asked questions about Transfiguration. Blake said lightly. Just think about what that thing will become. Then that thing will become what it is.

Dumbledore agreed with Black. But he was still the same as Professor McGonagall. To Hermione, Transfiguration was an advanced subject. Need systematic training... "Damn it! Why doesn't Blake need systematic training?!" "He... figured it all out on his own! And... he didn't even use a wand!" Every time I think of this.