After some persuasion from Kyle and some soothing from a handful of fresh herbs, Fox gradually calmed down.

While it was turning its anger and grief into appetite and concentrating on eating the herbs, Kyle couldn't help but reach out and rub the feathers on its neck.

This was Kyle's first time to pet a phoenix properly... How should I put it? The feathers were a bit hard, not as fluffy and soft as an owl's, but they felt very good.

It was smooth and slightly warm, and felt like gold galleons just taken out of the vault.

After eating the herbs, Fox spread his wings and flew towards the window.

Kyle thought it was preparing to go back.

But unexpectedly, Fox just flew to the windowsill and stopped, then landed next to Rodan, folded its wings and began to take a nap, looking like someone who was sleepy after a full meal.

Rodan, who was sleeping soundly, was suddenly awakened. He tilted his head to look at the uninvited guest, and the feathers on his neck stood up all of a sudden.

It raised its paw and moved to the side without saying a word, giving Fox more space.

Kyle looked at Laton expressionlessly, then curled his lips in disdain.

This silly bird, when it is in a bad mood, it will chase after other owls and beat them up even if they just look at it.

Why are you so cowardly now?

As if he understood Kyle's look...Ladon turned his head silently and chose to ignore it.

It also wants to be tough, but it has red hair all over its body and looks like it is not someone that is easy to mess with... It is better to keep out of trouble, so just endure it.

The two birds stood on the windowsill, one on the left and one on the right, looking surprisingly harmonious.

Kyle sat down at the table and glanced obscurely at the box not far away.

Judging from Fox's appearance, he probably won't be going back in the short term... With it around, I definitely can't ask Riddle for extra lessons anymore.

Although the Phoenix may not be able to recognize the Horcrux, what if?

And if it knew it, it would be equivalent to Dumbledore knowing it.

Although Kyle said that he would give the diary to Dumbledore, he would wait until it was no longer useful, at least not now.

But if I don’t take tutoring classes, it seems like there’s nothing to do.

Phoenix doesn't like crowded places and will definitely not go outside with him to play Quidditch, but Kyle is worried about leaving it alone at home.

You can't just stay in your room and read the magic formula all day.

Now that he had passed the initial initial stage of his study of magic runes, without Riddle's help, his efficiency was too low if he only relied on reading books on his own, which was somewhat of a waste of time.

As he was thinking about it, Kyle accidentally glanced at the box next to him.

After thinking for a moment, he walked to the windowsill.

"Fox, how about I take you out to relax?"

Fox opened his eyes.

"Newt Scamander... I think you know where he lives." Kyle asked.

Fox nodded.

Basically, it knows everything that Dumbledore knows, otherwise it would not have been sent to deliver a letter to Nicolas Flamel.

Newt's place is no exception.

"That's good." Kyle said, "How about you take me there?"

Fox looked Kyle up and down, hesitant.

Kyle thought it didn't want to go, so he quickly held up two fingers.

"Two straw mantles and a bubble pod."

This time, Fox didn't hesitate at all. He flew to Kyle's shoulder without saying a word, and then let out a chirp with some expectation.

"Wait a mininute."

Before he finished speaking, Kyle disappeared from the room in an instant, accompanied by a flash of flaming light.

On the windowsill, Laton, who had just fallen asleep, was woken up again, and this time it was even worse. An inexplicable gust of wind blew it directly out of the window.

And the force was quite strong, as if someone had kicked him.

Rodan flapped several times in the air and finally flew again before falling to the ground.

No...it's not over yet!

The irritated Rodan flapped his wings and returned to the windowsill. Just when he was about to find his owner to have a good argument, he suddenly found... there was no one in the room.

In addition, not only Kyle, but even the "red-haired" one who just came was gone.

There were only tables, chairs, and bookshelves that were blown all over the place, and parchment all over the floor.

Rodan flew around the room, and after making sure that there was no one there, he returned to the windowsill, swept the place where "Red Hair" had been with his wings, retracted his neck, and continued to sleep.

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On the other side, the moment Kyle was taken away by Fox, he was squeezed strongly from all directions and could not breathe at all.

It was like he had been forced into a ball... a Bludger at that, and then had been beaten with bats all day by those rough hitters.

It was unknown how long it had passed before his consciousness returned to his body.

Kyle opened his red eyes. He wanted to vomit, but his stomach seemed to be pinched by someone and he couldn't vomit at all. He could only take in big gulps of the earthy forest air.

"Relax."

At this time, a gentle voice came from the side.

It was Newt. He gave Kyle a fruit he couldn't name and motioned him to eat it.

Kyle took it subconsciously and put it in his mouth.

The fruit was sour and astringent, like biting into an unripe tomato.

But inexplicably, Kyle felt a lot more comfortable.

"What's this……"

"The fruit of the sour green bean pod." Newt said with a smile, "It is also the favorite food of the ball-eating bird. What do you think of it?"

"Much better."

Kyle rubbed his ears and said, "I feel like I've Apparated a hundred times in a row."

"This is the Phoenix's way of traveling. It's simple and rough. It's great that you can still stand now."

Newt gave Kyle another fruit, but Kyle didn't eat it. He just put it under his nose and smelled it.

He finally understood now that Fox's previous hesitation was not because he didn't want to come here, but because he was worried about whether he could adapt to such an exciting way of traveling.

Unfortunately, he realized it too late, and foolishly threw in two cloak grass and a bubble pod...

"Perhaps only Professor Dumbledore can adapt to this way of traveling." Kyle muttered softly.

"In fact..." Newt glanced at Kyle with a smile, "Although Dumbledore often has to go to different places to attend various meetings, he usually chooses Apparition or Portkey.

Only in extremely urgent situations will we draw upon the power of the Phoenix."

Kyle rubbed his ears again. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. It turned out that even Dumbledore couldn't adapt to it...

"But you really surprise me."

Newt smiled as he led Kyle into the house, "Fawkes almost never takes anyone else on trips except Dumbledore."

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(End of this chapter)