Hogwarts, was gnawed at the beginning

"How do you send the letter to Professor Dumbledore accurately?" Harry folded the letter paper carefully and put it into the envelope, and asked curiously.

"Do you know where Professor Dumbledore is now?"

"I don't know." Suer shook his head, "But I know that someone, no, Phoenix knows."

"Professor Dumbledore's phoenix?" Harry blinked in surprise.

"Correct answer, Harry." Soul reached into his small pocket and took out a feather, "but there is no reward."

"Don't forget, we can't use magic in the Muggle world." Harry saw that Soul was about to cast a spell and quickly stopped him, "If you are warned twice, you will be expelled from Hogwarts."

"You don't need to use magic." Suer shook his head. "You just need to hold the feather and pray sincerely, and it will light up."

"Just like this." Su Er put Feng Yu in the middle of his palms with both hands, then closed his eyes slightly and muttered something.

Under Harry's gaze, the feathers lit up little by little.

"It's amazing...Is this the ritual magic mentioned in the book?"

In fact, it is done by Sulpi. There is no ritual. It only requires a simple injection of magic power. Fox will come over if he senses it.

Skin is skin, but on the surface, Su Er still pretended to be mysterious and shook the glowing phoenix feathers in the air. Not to mention, it was quite beautiful to draw a colorful light and shadow. In terms of the gorgeous feathers, the phoenix was really It's Phoenix.

This feather was given to him by Dumbledore before. Dumbledore did not take it back, so Soul happily kept it.

"Peng~" Fox's movements were very fast, with the positioning of feathers. He quickly stretched his wings in a ball of flames that appeared out of thin air, and gracefully suspended in mid-air, with the three feathers on his head swaying slightly.

It's just that... Fox's body is smaller than before, and his feathers are much brighter.

"Nirvana has passed once..." Suer made a judgment in his mind.

Fox's phoenix eyes flicked, fell on Su'er, and let out a clear cry, as if asking---Why did you call this eldest sister here?

"There is a letter to be delivered to Professor Dumbledore. Please help me deliver it. This is very important." Sule handed the letter to Fox.

Fox didn't seem to think that he was called here to be a messenger. He was stunned for a moment before grabbing the letter at his feet and disappearing into a ball of flame in the sky above Sur's palm.

Sur gasped and rubbed his hands vigorously behind his back.

Ouch!It burned me to death.

Sooner or later, one day I will have to pluck out all your hair and ask you to deliver messages to me 24 hours a day. If you are not tired, I will not have a surname of Bones!

Sur secretly set a flag.

At this time, Harry raised his hand to cover his ears with an ouch. Ron's little owl woke up, flew to Harry's ear and pecked him.

Only then did Harry remember that he had to reply to Ron and the others, so he hurriedly returned to the table and picked up his quill.

Soul watched Ron's little owl fly up to the ceiling and fly around the light tube after pecking Harry, chirping non-stop. Soul didn't understand eagle language and didn't know it. Talking about something.

This is in the same vein as Ron. Every pet has his own master, and they all love to 'talk'.

Harry finished the letter to Ron and the Weasleys in a few minutes, folded the note very small, and then started jumping up and down to catch the owl.

"Get down here!" Harry's furious voice sounded in the living room.

After finally tying the note to the little owl's feet, he let it fly at the window. When he came back, he suddenly realized that someone was not there.

"Hey, didn't Hermione come with you?"

"She and her parents went to her grandparents' house in the countryside and will stay there for a few days before coming back." Suer replied.

The matter was done, Soul chatted with Harry for a while before saying goodbye and leaving Privet Drive.

On the way back, Su Er successfully stopped a taxi. Fortunately, the driver's car drove quickly and steadily, unlike when he came here, he jumped up from the ground and jumped over a building or directly hit a tall building. .

It's fast, but not everyone sitting on it is like Hagrid.

Soul decided that if Hermione became a minister in the future, he must make a suggestion to Hermione, asking her to hand over the Traffic Management Department to him, and then he could justifiably ask the driver of the Knight Bus to go to the driving school again.

By the way, is there such a thing as a driving school in the wizarding world?

Are Knight Buses under the control of the Ministry of Magic?

Oh, it doesn't matter. Even if the Ministry of Magic is not in charge, Soul still has to find a way to get him into the driving school!If there is no driving school in the wizarding world, then just throw it into a Muggle driving school!

The driver, who has only heard of him but never seen him, must learn what it means to drive irregularly and make his family members shed tears!

……

It had been several days since he returned to Lily Street from Privet Drive. During breakfast that day, Soul received a letter from the Burrow. The letter was delivered by Ron's little pig. It crashed into it like a cannonball. Into Angel's milk.

It was so small that when it crashed into Angel's milk cup, it just filled the small cup.

When Soul took it out of the cup, he found a wet note tied to its foot and soaked in milk.

Angel couldn't wait to let out a cheer because she didn't need to drink sugar-free milk.

Su Er unfolded the note. Fortunately, the writing was not completely blurred yet---

"We will come over at four o'clock in the afternoon to pick you and Hermione up to our house and go to the Quidditch venue together on match day----Ron."

"It's okay, we have a lot of milk at home."

Mrs. Ellison smiled and poured her another glass of milk under Angel's disbelieving gaze, and told her to drink it, and then glanced at the reckless owl.

"Is this a letter from your wizard friend? Soul?"

"Yes, Mum, we're going to watch the Quidditch match. I told you... well, it's a competitive sport where a group of wizards sit on broomsticks and fly around in the sky... This game It’s almost like the World Cup in football.”

"Hermione and I's classmates and their families at school will come to pick us up."

"When will they arrive?" Mrs. Ellison took out a rag from the side and wiped away the milk splashed by the little owl.

"Do I need to prepare something to entertain them? For example, biscuits or tea?"

"Oh, no need, Mom..." Suer shook his head, "If I guess correctly, we have to rush to the next place to pick up another of our classmates."