Chapter 316: Phoenix, Iron Eater and Owl (Tonic)

Jon Hart didn't know it. In the distant Cokworth; the Hogwarts Dark Arts Defense class teacher who had just taken up the post had already crippled one of his students' parents.
Jon now has a little trouble.
The source of the trouble was the phoenix that was just born two days ago... not right, just two days after being reborn from the fire.
Bend down and knelt down in front of the fireplace, Jon said with a Chen Ken: "Fox, you are already a mature phoenix, you should learn to fly to Dumbledore by yourself!"
The chubby bird on the ground took time to raise his head in his busy schedule, fluttered a few wings that were not covered with hair, signaled that he could not fly, and then continued to lower his head and began to eat.
That's right, Fox now looks a lot like a ball of meat; the hair on his body doesn't grow much, but the size is several times larger than before. From a distance, it looked like a shed turkey, or a very fat one.
Jon finally understood why Albus Dumbledore wouldn't let this stupid bird fill up, because it was so edible that it was endless.
At first, Jon didn't pay much attention, and directly threw a ten-pound bag of herbs by the fireplace; thinking of so many herbs, she would have enough to eat for ten and a half days.
As a result, after only half a day, looking at the empty bag, Jon was petrified there.
Fox, who had tasted the sweetness, was naturally reluctant...worrying Jon all the time, begging him to feed him, and making the pitiful cry of "uuuuu" from time to time, making people feel heartbroken.
Of course more importantly, if you don't feed Fox, you don't want to rest.
Phoenix's singing has the effect of inspiring courage and excitement... Once Fox is hungry, he will sing to you in the middle of the night, and then the adrenaline will be high, full of courage, and the whole person can't sleep.
As a last resort, Jon had to ran to the herbal shop and bought several bags of herbs to bring back...and he blocked Fox’s mouth with them, and Jon was free.
The fly in the ointment is that in two days, Fox has eaten himself into a meat ball.
"It's not my phoenix anyway!" Jon couldn't help muttering, "I will support you for a few days, and once you can fly, I will throw you to Dumbledore and let him face a ball of meat. Cry!"
...
There is still no big news in the "Daily Prophet", but the Death Eaters have not been caught in the past two days.
Jon was a little bored lying on the bed playing with his magic wand, and suddenly he had an idea and waved the magic wand lightly—
"ExpectoPatronum!"
Strands of silver thread shot out from the end of the wand, and finally formed the appearance of the patron saint of the little iron-eater... It looked a bit bigger than the last time Jon saw him. The black and white on his body looked more distinct. Up.
It was a bit displeased and slammed at Jonnu, as if asking why Jon had been released for so long.
Jon stretched out a hand and stroked the little iron-eater's paw--
But soon, the Iron Eater abandoned him... Obviously, it discovered that there was another magical creature in this room.
It hurriedly toward the phoenix that was still eating in front of the fireplace.
"Wait!" Jon waved his magic wand quickly, motioning for the iron-eater guardian to return.
However, it was useless, because he could not manipulate the patron saint like a puppet; he could only give orders to the patron saint. As for whether he listened to the order, that was the matter of the patron saint himself.
...
Fox, who was still eating, quickly realized that something was wrong.
Something seems to be approaching her...
Fox hurriedly turned around, guarding the bag of unfinished herbs behind him, and then looked at the magical creature that was staring at him.
The phoenix waved its paws at the iron-eater, as if questioning: "What are you, how come you are here!"
Iron-eaters usually lower their heads, face the ground, and make a posture that they want to charge the Phoenix; at the same time, they seem to be asking: "What are you, why are you with my master?"
Two 4X-level magical creatures just froze by the fireplace.
"Woo-" Phoenix took the lead with a warning cry.
"Aw--" The Iron Eater also growled without showing weakness.
"Woo-"
"Aw—"
"Woo-"
"Aw—"
...
Two 4X level magical animals are like two kids who want to fight but don’t dare to fight, one is yelling "You have the ability to come here", and the other is also yelling "You have the ability to come here"; two people fight For a long time, no one wants to take a step forward.
"Enough!" Jon couldn't bear it anymore and shouted loudly, preventing the "fight" between the Phoenix and the iron-eater.
"You have to dare to cry like this again... Believe it or not... Believe it or not, I will cook you into a pot of herbs and stew phoenix!" He pointed to Fox's nose and cursed loudly.
Fox looked at Jon indifferently, as if he said you should cook quickly. This lady is waiting for the boiling water to take a bath.
Only hearing a "pop", Jon placed the silver octahedron in front of Fox and snorted coldly.
Fox glanced at the small box, and there seemed to be a bit of dread on her face; such a thing as fierce fire, although it is also a flame, can indeed cause harm to the Phoenix; she is not afraid of death, but if she is dead, she will be born again. Doesn’t the food eaten these days mean nothing?
Fox hurriedly lowered his head, not daring to look directly at Jon's eyes.
"As for you... If you dare not listen to me, believe it or not... Believe it or not I will change to a patron saint?" Then, Jon pointed to the small iron beast and shouted angrily.
The iron-eater's expression also changed, and he quickly fart. He sat down, and let out a "babble" cry in his mouth.
...
The room finally became quiet, but there was another knock on the door outside.
"Sir, what was the sound just now in your room!" Old Tom Abbot said slowly outside the door.
"It's nothing, I'm practicing magic!" While putting on black clothes, Jon walked over and opened the door.
Old Tom handed over a white, soft thing: "There is an owl looking for you~EbookFREE.me~ It seems to have brought you a letter!"
"Okay thank you!"
He closed the door again and removed the letter tied to the owl's paw.
Then, the snow-white owl "Joe Green" happily flew from Jon's hand.
It happily flew around Jon several times, and made a "cuckoo" cry.
Suddenly, Georgrin felt that the atmosphere in the house was a bit wrong.
It turned around tremblingly and looked towards the fireplace...
Four dark and hostile eyes were staring at it.
Two magical animals with such a strong sense of oppression, the poor owl felt that the eyes were dark, and was immediately fainted.
Then it fell from the sky in a parabolic trajectory.