A broken Hogwarts

Chapter 157 Nyx

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The naked chick took three steps in Owen's direction with difficulty, then fell unsteadily to the ground, rolled a few times on the floor in embarrassment, and made a small but crisp "chirp" sound.

It flapped its shriveled wings that were not covered with feathers. Its wrinkled crimson skin was black, like a chick that had been plucked and roasted. Only the small ruby ​​eyes were shining.

The chick struggled to get up, squatted on the spot panting, tilted its head and looked at Owen with its small red eyes, but it made people feel a sense of human scrutiny and evaluation.Owen also rubbed his chin and stared at it. As a face-controlling man, he felt a little disgusted. Could it be that this bird was burnt by Fierce Fire?

The four eyes of one person and one bird were facing each other, but Melet, who was squatting obediently on the side, couldn't stand it any longer.She proudly stretched out her pink tongue and licked her front paws, squinting at the little chick with her golden eyes, couldn't help but licked the tip of her nose, and opened her mouth to reveal her sharp white teeth.She was a little hungry, and wanted to eat small chickens, the ones that were crunchy one bite at a time.

The chick gave Melet a sharp look, and then looked at Owen again. The red eyes blinked happily, showing satisfaction, liking and eagerness.It happily "chirped" twice, struggled to stand up again, and moved towards Owen with its dark paws.The slender and tender bird claws have sharp claws, which can be imagined as sharp when they grow up.

Owen just squinted at the baby bird trying to get closer to him like a toddler, while wondering what it was.The chicks that just hatched all looked the same, without feathers as a basis for identification, and he was not a magizoologist, so it was difficult to tell what kind of animal it was.

While Owen was thinking about all kinds of birds and magical animals, he suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips.The little chick had already walked up to him, stretched out its pointed beak and pecked a bloody gash on his finger.

Owen pursed his thin pale lips, raised his hand to look at the bleeding wound on his fingertips, and then glanced at the culprit.After pecking him, the chick screamed excitedly and even jumped for joy, as if it had done something great.

After barking in a melodious and melodious voice for a while, it stretched its neck again and grabbed Owen's other hand, a sense of pride and arrogance was transmitted to Owen's heart.

Owen's face turned black, well, there is no such thing as the legendary contract with blood, this bird is purely bad and cheap.

He stretched out a finger, and pressed the little chick to the floor with his backhand.The newborn bird had no strength, kicked its two paws indiscriminately, twisted its neck and tried to peck Owen's finger with the bird's beak, but it couldn't reach it.It could only chirp hastily, and there was a humanized pleading look in its bright red eyes, which made Owen truly feel: it knew it was wrong, and it would never dare again.

Under this kind of strange spiritual connection, Owen's face became darker after inexplicably softening his heart.He wanted to roast the bird.

The chick also felt Owen's thoughts, it stopped struggling, and looked at him with tears in its small eyes.

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth, withdrew his finger from pressing it, and cast a healing spell on his bleeding finger.The wound wriggled and healed under the spell, without leaving any traces. It seems that this bite did not carry poison or magic damage.The liberated chick jumped up happily, and continued to lean towards him with friendly eyes.

Melet walked over with graceful cat steps, stretched out her paw and pressed it there with a "snap".She looked down at the little bird that couldn't eat a few mouthfuls, stepped on it in disgust, and then gave Owen a haughty sideways glance.

"Meow—" she called softly.I can bear you being close to other cats, but why is there such an ugly and biting bird?Is this what you like?It really is a scumbag!
"Oh, I didn't say that I would definitely raise it." Owen gently stroked Melet's head, feeling the comfortable furry feel, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.He glanced at the chick who was trampled under the feet of the cat lizard, but did not ignore the anger and malice in its eyes when it stared at Melet.

Owen's quiet and clear eyes suddenly became deep and dark. This bird must be a vicious magical animal, and it may even be some kind of dark magic creature.In this case, there is a high probability that the light that was restrained so that it could not break out of the shell was a seal left by a powerful wizard, lest this little guy come out to harm people?
So, is it really reliable to keep it around?

Owen let Melet let go of the chick, and watched it run to his side full of grievances, with its warm and trembling little body against the back of his hand, and its small head rubbed against his skin intimately.

"What are you?" Owen put it in the palm of his hand.

The chick tilted its head in ignorance, and let out a crisp "chirp".

Owen thought about it, and planned to figure out what species it was.In fact, he didn't like birds very much, and if the bird was of no use to him, he would give it to Hagrid.

"Chirp!" The fledgling, sensing Owen's thoughts, yelled in dissatisfaction. It flapped its featherless little wings twice on his palm, and its eyes became teary again, looking extremely sad and aggrieved.

"Okay, let's call you Xiao Hei for now." Owen glanced at the time, put away the eggshells on the ground, stood up and walked outside the Room of Requirement.

"Chichi!" Xiao Hei yelled louder, expressing his resentment and rejection of the name.

Melet proudly held her little head high, followed Owen gracefully, her fluffy tail raised high.

……

The disappearance of Peter Pettigrew has become the hottest topic on campus.As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, a winner of Merlin's first-class jazz medal, and a hero who bravely resisted the darkness, even though his class disappointed the students, the little wizards were still willing to maintain a certain degree of respect for him.

The disappearance of such a person is not a trivial matter. Even the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, personally brought the Aurors over to investigate. Lido is back.The Aurors searched around the campus with great fanfare, almost turned the castle over, but failed to find any clues about Peter.

"I don't know where he went, sir." Harry said stiffly according to what he had discussed with Professor Snape, "He took me to move some things last night, we were attacked on the second floor... We ran away separately, and the monster in the Chamber of Secrets went after Peter Pettigrew... Then I met Professor Snape..."

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh.Although he wanted to expose Peter Pettigrew's ugly face to everyone, he knew that none of them would believe him, and they would be more determined to believe that he was lying... He must catch Peter Pettigrew and throw him into Az... Caban!

The naked chick took three steps in Owen's direction with difficulty, then fell unsteadily to the ground, rolled a few times on the floor in embarrassment, and made a small but crisp "chirp" sound.

It flapped its shriveled wings that were not covered with feathers. Its wrinkled crimson skin was black, like a chick that had been plucked and roasted. Only the small ruby ​​eyes were shining.

The chick struggled to get up, squatted on the spot panting, tilted its head and looked at Owen with its small red eyes, but it made people feel a sense of human scrutiny and evaluation.Owen also rubbed his chin and stared at it. As a face-controlling man, he felt a little disgusted. Could it be that this bird was burnt by Fierce Fire?

The four eyes of one person and one bird were facing each other, but Melet, who was squatting obediently on the side, couldn't stand it any longer.She proudly stretched out her pink tongue and licked her front paws, squinting at the little chick with her golden eyes, couldn't help but licked the tip of her nose, and opened her mouth to reveal her sharp white teeth.She was a little hungry, and wanted to eat small chickens, the ones that were crunchy one bite at a time.

The chick gave Melet a sharp look, and then looked at Owen again. The red eyes blinked happily, showing satisfaction, liking and eagerness.It happily "chirped" twice, struggled to stand up again, and moved towards Owen with its dark paws.The slender and tender bird claws have sharp claws, which can be imagined as sharp when they grow up.

Owen just squinted at the baby bird trying to get closer to him like a toddler, while wondering what it was.The chicks that just hatched all looked the same, without feathers as a basis for identification, and he was not a magizoologist, so it was difficult to tell what kind of animal it was.

While Owen was thinking about all kinds of birds and magical animals, he suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips.The little chick had already walked up to him, stretched out its pointed beak and pecked a bloody gash on his finger.

Owen pursed his thin pale lips, raised his hand to look at the bleeding wound on his fingertips, and then glanced at the culprit.After pecking him, the chick screamed excitedly and even jumped for joy, as if it had done something great.

After barking in a melodious and melodious voice for a while, it stretched its neck again and grabbed Owen's other hand, a sense of pride and arrogance was transmitted to Owen's heart.

Owen's face turned black, well, there is no such thing as the legendary contract with blood, this bird is purely bad and cheap.

He stretched out a finger, and pressed the little chick to the floor with his backhand.The newborn bird had no strength, kicked its two paws indiscriminately, twisted its neck and tried to peck Owen's finger with the bird's beak, but it couldn't reach it.It could only chirp hastily, and there was a humanized pleading look in its bright red eyes, which made Owen truly feel: it knew it was wrong, and it would never dare again.

Under this kind of strange spiritual connection, Owen's face became darker after inexplicably softening his heart.He wanted to roast the bird.

The chick also felt Owen's thoughts, it stopped struggling, and looked at him with tears in its small eyes.

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth, withdrew his finger from pressing it, and cast a healing spell on his bleeding finger.The wound wriggled and healed under the spell, without leaving any traces. It seems that this bite did not carry poison or magic damage.The liberated chick jumped up happily, and continued to lean towards him with friendly eyes.

Melet walked over with graceful cat steps, stretched out her paw and pressed it there with a "snap".She looked down at the little bird that couldn't eat a few mouthfuls, stepped on it in disgust, and then gave Owen a haughty sideways glance.

"Meow—" she called softly.I can bear you being close to other cats, but why is there such an ugly and biting bird?Is this what you like?It really is a scumbag!
"Oh, I didn't say that I would definitely raise it." Owen gently stroked Melet's head, feeling the comfortable furry feel, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.He glanced at the chick who was trampled under the feet of the cat lizard, but did not ignore the anger and malice in its eyes when it stared at Melet.

Owen's quiet and clear eyes suddenly became deep and dark. This bird must be a vicious magical animal, and it may even be some kind of dark magic creature.In this case, there is a high probability that the light that was restrained so that it could not break out of the shell was a seal left by a powerful wizard, lest this little guy come out to harm people?
So, is it really reliable to keep it around?

Owen let Melet let go of the chick, and watched it run to his side full of grievances, with its warm and trembling little body against the back of his hand, and its small head rubbed against his skin intimately.

"What are you?" Owen put it in the palm of his hand.

The chick tilted its head in ignorance, and let out a crisp "chirp".

Owen thought about it, and planned to figure out what species it was.In fact, he didn't like birds very much, and if the bird was of no use to him, he would give it to Hagrid.

"Chirp!" The fledgling, sensing Owen's thoughts, yelled in dissatisfaction. It flapped its featherless little wings twice on his palm, and its eyes became teary again, looking extremely sad and aggrieved.

"Okay, let's call you Xiao Hei for now." Owen glanced at the time, put away the eggshells on the ground, stood up and walked outside the Room of Requirement.

"Chichi!" Xiao Hei yelled louder, expressing his resentment and rejection of the name.

Melet proudly held her little head high, followed Owen gracefully, her fluffy tail raised high.

……

The disappearance of Peter Pettigrew has become the hottest topic on campus.As a professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts, a winner of Merlin's first-class jazz medal, and a hero who bravely resisted the darkness, even though his class disappointed the students, the little wizards were still willing to maintain a certain degree of respect for him.

The disappearance of such a person is not a trivial matter. Even the Minister of Magic, Cornelius Fudge, personally brought the Aurors over to investigate. Lido is back.The Aurors searched around the campus with great fanfare, almost turned the castle over, but failed to find any clues about Peter.

"I don't know where he went, sir." Harry said stiffly according to what he had discussed with Professor Snape, "He took me to move some things last night, we were attacked on the second floor... We ran away separately, and the monster in the Chamber of Secrets went after Peter Pettigrew... Then I met Professor Snape..."

He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his flesh.Although he wanted to expose Peter Pettigrew's ugly face to everyone, he knew that none of them would believe him, and they would be more determined to believe that he was lying... He must catch Peter Pettigrew and throw him into Az... Caban!

The naked chick took three steps in Owen's direction with difficulty, then fell unsteadily to the ground, rolled a few times on the floor in embarrassment, and made a small but crisp "chirp" sound.

It flapped its shriveled wings that were not covered with feathers. Its wrinkled crimson skin was black, like a chick that had been plucked and roasted. Only the small ruby ​​eyes were shining.

The chick struggled to get up, squatted on the spot panting, tilted its head and looked at Owen with its small red eyes, but it made people feel a sense of human scrutiny and evaluation.Owen also rubbed his chin and stared at it. As a face-controlling man, he felt a little disgusted. Could it be that this bird was burnt by Fierce Fire?

The four eyes of one person and one bird were facing each other, but Melet, who was squatting obediently on the side, couldn't stand it any longer.She proudly stretched out her pink tongue and licked her front paws, squinting at the little chick with her golden eyes, couldn't help but licked the tip of her nose, and opened her mouth to reveal her sharp white teeth.She was a little hungry, and wanted to eat small chickens, the ones that were crunchy one bite at a time.

The chick gave Melet a sharp look, and then looked at Owen again. The red eyes blinked happily, showing satisfaction, liking and eagerness.It happily "chirped" twice, struggled to stand up again, and moved towards Owen with its dark paws.The slender and tender bird claws have sharp claws, which can be imagined as sharp when they grow up.

Owen just squinted at the baby bird trying to get closer to him like a toddler, while wondering what it was.The chicks that just hatched all looked the same, without feathers as a basis for identification, and he was not a magizoologist, so it was difficult to tell what kind of animal it was.

While Owen was thinking about all kinds of birds and magical animals, he suddenly felt a pain in his fingertips.The little chick had already walked up to him, stretched out its pointed beak and pecked a bloody gash on his finger.

Owen pursed his thin pale lips, raised his hand to look at the bleeding wound on his fingertips, and then glanced at the culprit.After pecking him, the chick screamed excitedly and even jumped for joy, as if it had done something great.

After barking in a melodious and melodious voice for a while, it stretched its neck again and grabbed Owen's other hand, a sense of pride and arrogance was transmitted to Owen's heart.

Owen's face turned black, well, there is no such thing as the legendary contract with blood, this bird is purely bad and cheap.

He stretched out a finger, and pressed the little chick to the floor with his backhand.The newborn bird had no strength, kicked its two paws indiscriminately, twisted its neck and tried to peck Owen's finger with the bird's beak, but it couldn't reach it.It could only chirp hastily, and there was a humanized pleading look in its bright red eyes, which made Owen truly feel: it knew it was wrong, and it would never dare again.

Under this kind of strange spiritual connection, Owen's face became darker after inexplicably softening his heart.He wanted to roast the bird.

The chick also felt Owen's thoughts, it stopped struggling, and looked at him with tears in its small eyes.

Owen twitched the corner of his mouth, withdrew his finger from pressing it, and cast a healing spell on his bleeding finger.The wound wriggled and healed under the spell, without leaving any traces. It seems that this bite did not carry poison or magic damage.The liberated chick jumped up happily, and continued to lean towards him with friendly eyes.

Melet walked over with graceful cat steps, stretched out her paw and pressed it there with a "snap".She looked down at the little bird that couldn't eat a few mouthfuls, stepped on it in disgust, and then gave Owen a haughty sideways glance.

"Meow—" she called softly.I can bear you being close to other cats, but why is there such an ugly and biting bird?Is this what you like?It really is a scumbag!
"Oh, I didn't say that I would definitely raise it." Owen gently stroked Melet's head, feeling the comfortable furry feel, and his eyes narrowed with a smile.He glanced at the chick who was trampled under the feet of the cat lizard, but did not ignore the anger and malice in its eyes when it stared at Melet.

(End of this chapter)