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After much thought, Regulus decided to find Dumbledore himself and ask him clearly.

If it were anyone else, he would never come to talk to her about such a sensitive topic.But he believed that Dumbledore would not shy away from this.

The next day, in the principal's office.

"Would you like a cockroach pile?"

No one knows when Dumbledore's strange taste for sweets began.

But from any point of view, a pile of cockroaches does not fit in with most people's imagination of candy. No matter how good the taste of this specialty dessert produced by Honeydukes is, it can't offset its overly visually impactful appearance.

Perhaps only a "special" wizard like Dumbledore would like this special candy.

Regulus instinctively pushed away the vivid cockroach-like object floating in front of him, raised his teacup, and showed an awkward but polite smile: "I don't know what it was like in the past, but I am definitely not the last one. Anyone who refuses your kindness.”

"Speaking of which, you have already seen my brother Aberforth. The food he made was ten times more disgusting than this thing looks." Dumbledore picked up a cockroach candy and put it into his mouth, chewing it with relish. "But everyone who has eaten it will praise its deliciousness."

After saying that, the old principal glanced at the phoenix perch in the office seemingly unintentionally.

As if feeling the glance of those bright blue eyes, the phoenix Fawkes let out a singing cry, then spread its broad, bright red wings, circled half a circle in the room, and landed on Dumbledore's side. on the lap.

The old principal stretched out a wrinkled hand and gently stroked Phoenix's back.

Regulus' eyes followed Fawkes in a circle, and finally landed on Dumbledore's hand.

"Has it always been like this?"

"Are you talking about Fawkes?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "In most cases, it is as beautiful and healthy as it is now, except maybe when it is approaching Nirvana... But it is not like us... For it, After the fire, there is a new life..."

"Looking back now, I seem to have never seen it when I was in school." Regulus said tentatively, "In fact, Ollivander claims that one-third of the wands he made have phoenix tail feather cores. Yes, but in all these years, I have only seen this one phoenix... Could it be that all the tail feathers..."

"Fawkes did provide Garrick with wand raw materials." Dumbledore said with a smile. "For example, Voldemort's wand and the wand Harry is holding were made from two tail feathers that fell off at the same time. ."

This news surprised Regulus.

He had no knowledge of wandology and had no idea what this situation meant.

Fortunately, Dumbledore had no intention of continuing the discussion on this topic.

"I probably know the purpose of your visit this time... Newt should have said something to you." Dumbledore shook his legs slightly, and the phoenix fluttered its wings and flew back to the perch again, with his body The golden-red feathers shone like a ball of flame.

Regulus shrugged, indicating that it was true.

"For the Dumbledore family, the phoenix is ​​indeed a special existence, similar to a patron saint..."

Having said this, Dumbledore picked up his wand and whispered: "Calling the Guardians!"

A big silver bird sprayed out from the end of the staff. From the appearance, it was almost exactly the same as Fox.

The patron saint phoenix flew in front of Fox, let out a silent cry, and then disappeared.

"I guess, even among the Dumbledore family, there are not many people who can do this." Regulus admired sincerely.

In the vast majority of cases, the patron saints of wizards are ordinary, existing animal forms. A wizard like Hedley Fleetwood who can summon an extinct mammoth as a patron saint is enough to make people wonder. A record in the history of magic.

The wizards who can summon magical creatures, such as thestrals or fire dragons as patron saints, are all legendary figures with high magic power. For example, the legendary ancient Greek wizard Andros can summon a giant-sized patron saint without a wand, so he got Since then, the card "Invincible Andros" has become one of the most popular chocolate frog cards among collectors.

As for the current wizarding world, I have never heard of anyone whose patron saint is a magical creature.

"As far as I know, Aberforth's patron saint is a goat. If there are no accidents, we are the only remaining members of the Dumbledore family." Dumbledore said, "He once had a son named O. Reilius...for some reason, became an Obscurus."

"Sorry to hear that," Regulus whispered.

He knew that once he became an Obscurus and was eroded by the power of the Obscurus, the fate of this child could be imagined.

"Aurelius's magic power is very strong and can resist the erosion of the Obscurus, so he can live much longer than the average Obscurus. But the more this happens, the more powerful the Obscurus will become. The backlash that followed was even more deadly." Dumbledore's tone was surprisingly calm. It didn't sound like he was talking about his nephew's tragedy, but like he was teaching a lesson to students, "Gellert...he knows The relationship between our family and the Phoenix, but not telling the truth to Aurelius.”

It took Regulus a second or two to realize who Dumbledore's "Gellert" was, but he wisely did not ask further.

"When I officially met Aurelius, he had almost reached the end of his life." Dumbledore said, "At that time, the phoenix was always by his side...it was very sick, and it was shedding ashes as it flew. , as if...his physical state would show up in Phoenix, and I told Newt the secret at that time."

"So what you're saying is that, at least up to now, you're as healthy as this phoenix?" Regulus said bluntly.

"So far, yes." Dumbledore nodded slightly, "As far as I know, there was at least eight years between the time the Phoenix appeared next to Aurelius and the last time I saw him."

"It's a good consolation." Regulus, who had always been sullen, finally showed a relaxed expression, "It seems that I have been worrying too much. I should have thought that you must know something about it."

"You know, I'm 110 years old. Even in the wizarding world, I can barely live a long life, right?"

Dumbledore's tone was still relaxed, as if he was not talking about the death he might face, but just a trivial matter.