Hogwarts Study Panel

Chapter 347, Section 346: Fox
The application of the seamless extension spell is very wide, for example:
Hermione's beaded pouch afterward contained books, clothes, a tent, potions, a Slytherin locket, and the Gryffindor sword.

This handbag played a crucial role in Harry Potter, Ron Weasley, and Hermione's journey to find the Horcruxes;

The tent where the Weasleys would later live: From the outside it looked like a dilapidated Muggle two-person tent, but inside it resembled an old-fashioned apartment with multiple bedrooms and a kitchen;
Mr. Weasley's Ford Anglia: Mr. Weasley admits that he cast a spell on his Ford Anglia, making its interior spacious enough to comfortably accommodate eight people, six large trunks, two owls, and a mouse.

Of course, the most famous example is Newt Scamander's suitcase:

The interior of this suitcase has been expanded into a huge space containing multiple ecosystems to house and care for all sorts of amazing animals.

Speaking of magical creatures...

On the third floor of the castle, Sheen naturally went into the principal's office.

In the spacious and beautiful circular room, the old principals were almost all dozing off.

He wasn't the only one in the room.

On a tall, gilded perch behind the door stood an old, decrepit bird, which looked just like a turkey that had been plucked of half its feathers.

"Mr. Phoenix".

Sheen looked at the phoenix.

A clear, melodious hum, like singing, suddenly filled the room.

Sheehan secretly fed Mr. Fox some herbs—some daffodil petals, aconite root, and the like.

[You have gained the favor of the magical creature Phoenix (Fox) by meeting the standards of an apprentice; Favorability +1]

Hearing the sound from the control panel, Sheen became much more devout in his feeding actions.

It was difficult to gain Mr. Fox's favor, even though he often "sneaked" close to Mr. Fox. This was the first time Sheen had gained favor with him.

Sheen looked at it, and the phoenix suddenly paused, looking at him with sorrowful eyes, while emitting a suffocating sound.

Make it sound like you're very sick.

Its eyes were lifeless, and while Sheen was looking at it, several more feathers fell from its tail.

When Sheen finished feeding it, its whole body suddenly burst into flames.

It's as if Sheen fed it, which led to its death.

Sheehan now understood why Mr. Fox was happy.

Meanwhile, the phoenix had transformed into a fireball;
It let out a miserable cry and then disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes on the floor that had not yet been completely extinguished.

"That's terrifying—"

Sheen tried his best to look scared.

He looked down and saw a tiny, wrinkled baby bird peeking its head out of the ashes.

Then, in a fit of anger, it pecked at Sheen's robe with its beak.

It was as if she was accusing him of being too fake.

"Sorry, sir."

Sheen said.

[You have gained the favor of the magical creature Phoenix (Fox) by meeting the standards of an apprentice; Favorability +1]

Mr. Fox shook his little head and went to eat.

The office door opened, and Dumbledore walked in, chuckling to himself.

"Good afternoon, Headmaster Dumbledore."

Um—just now—your phoenix suddenly caught fire—"

Sheen said carefully.

"It doesn't seem to have puzzled you, but I think it's about time. It's been looking terrifying for days, and I've been urging it to hurry up and act."

Mr. Green, I think you already knew. Fox is a phoenix.

When a phoenix is ​​about to die, it immolates itself and is reborn from the ashes. You just looked at it... its appearance was as ugly as an old bird.

"It's a real shame you'll have to see him on Nirvana Day," said Headmaster Dumbledore, sitting down behind his desk.

It is very beautiful most of the time:
Its entire body is covered in amazing red and gold feathers. The phoenix is ​​truly a unique and fascinating creature.

They can carry extremely heavy loads, their tears have healing properties, and they are exceptionally loyal pets.

Headmaster Dumbledore said, then looked at Sheehan with a smile, the young wizard's eyes shining brightly.

This child only shows emotion when the wonders of magic are involved...

If this child's obsession with magic were to manifest, it would be impossible to feel at ease with him.

Sheen felt more and more that he should visit the principal's office more often.

Teleportation, carrying objects, healing, resurrection...

The phoenix possessed too many incredible magical powers; Sheen remembered that the phoenix was even immune to the Avada Kedavra curse.

The Avada Kedavra curse can only resurrect the phoenix once, returning it to its fledgling form, because the phoenix cannot die.

During the battle of the Department of Mysteries, Fawkes swallowed an Avada Kedavra curse.

pity.

Up until now, Sheen has visited the principal's office many times and has secretly fed Mr. Fox for a long time, but its affinity has not increased much—only a pitiful three points.

Moreover, Sheen knew that the ritual magic he would need to create for magical creatures like Fawkes would be more complex than ever before.

Fortunately, Sheen has plenty of time—or better yet, Sheen has always been accustomed to having plenty of time.

As I stepped out of the principal's office, the sky was already overcast.

Christmas is just around the corner, but Sheen still doesn't know if he will be able to leave Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, in the principal's office.

"Albus, Christmas is here."

Minerva McGonagall gazed at the snowflakes falling outside the window and handed over a leave request.

"Oh, of course. But,"

Dumbledore seemed to be thinking of a mountain of things to do, and blinked.
“Severus has applied for confinement, the duration is…”

“Starting from September 1st and continuing until September 1st... there are no holidays, and... every year—it's ridiculous!”

Minerva McGonagall frowned, staring at Dumbledore as if silently questioning his approval of the decision.

“Minerva, I obviously shouldn’t interfere too much in your family’s…holiday affairs.”

Dumbledore interlaced his fingers, glanced at the table, and a wider smile curved his lips...

He also had a plate of lemon-flavored shaved ice, a pile of cockroaches...

Minerva McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore, who was smiling, one last time, before heading towards the cellar.

“I mean, why can’t we wait a little while? Severus is coming… for the Defense Against the Dark Arts professorship.”

Dumbledore gently dissuaded him.

“You can’t agree to that—it’s not a good position.”

Minerva McGonagall paused, then said.

Just then, the door opened, and a dark cloud swept in.

The kettle in the principal's office was gurgling loudly, and soon the round room was filled with arguments.

An eerie silence gradually descended upon the atmosphere.

In the silence, Professor Terra, looking delighted, pushed open the door and entered.

　There will be two more chapters later, which readers can read when they wake up in the morning.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)