Chapter 312: Registration (revised, thanks to Super Silver Alliance Ksg, Magic...

"Oh hell!" At this moment, Owen's curse came from the sofa area behind Allen.
Allen quickly looked over and saw that his father was frowning. He pinched a slightly curved light blond hair, his expression looked like he had just swallowed a lemon.
"It seems that as Alan returned to its original shape, the phoenix's feathers also changed back to its original shape and lost its magic." Albert concluded by touching his chin.
He looked at Alan again and smiled: "Is this your body hair? Which part?"
Alan's face was distorted from embarrassment, he glared at his father and walked to Owen to try to get his body hair back.
"If so—" Owen raised his hand to avoid the shame of the younger son, and looked at his elder son again.
Albert immediately became alert and took a step back.
Owen tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. There was no doubt that the target was Albert.
Albert held his arms and exclaimed angrily: "Why me again?"
Irving did not answer, but grabbed the dagger and walked towards Albert.
"Wait, Dad, I'll do it myself!" Albert called again and again.
Owen was puzzled by the eldest son's initiative, he stopped and looked at Albert.
"You stroked too deep!" Albert's eyes were full of accusations.
Owen threw the dagger to Albert with innocent eyes.
Albert curled his lips, raised his dagger neatly, and gave himself a sharp knife.
Owen quickly and cautiously dropped the remaining Phoenix tears in the cup onto Albert's wound.
Albert looked at him expectantly, the feeling of coldness and comfort that he remembered fresh.
However, as soon as Phoenix Tears touched his wound, Albert's expression became weird.
Owen stared closely at Albert's wound, and everyone else gathered around to see if it would change.
The blood still kept flowing out of the wound.
Seeing his father finally looked away from his arm, Albert quickly took out the wound medicine and spilled it on the wound, and took another bottle of medicine.
Soon, the wound healed under the effect of the potion.
"As Alan returned to his original state, the feathers and tears of the phoenix lost their efficacy." Owen said regretfully, and glanced at Alan at the same time.
Alan was a little dumbfounded, could it be that in order to maintain their effectiveness, he must become a Phoenix forever?
After the experiment was over, everyone returned to the lobby on the first floor.
At the celebration dinner carefully prepared by his mother Morgan Le Fay, Allen officially introduced his three female friends to the family...
"Let me introduce you to everyone. This is the chairwoman of our Hogwarts Student Union, Miss Penello Krivart, and a Ravenclaw student."
Penello smiled generously and stood up. At this time, she took out the temperament of the student council chairwoman, and even looked more dignified than usual, not as charming as when she was with Allen privately in peace, but when she watched When Daisy's eyes were teasing, she immediately flew into her cheeks.
"Miss Luna Lovegood, now one grade below me, and also Ravenclaw."
Mr. Harris looked at Luna with interest, "Is this the daughter of Mr. Xenofilius Lovegood?"
Hearing that, Luna's pale silver eyes finally focused on Owen from a slack state, and she nodded.
Allen smiled and continued to introduce: "This, Hermione Granger, is a brave Gryffindor, but also has the wisdom of Ravenclaw."
Hermione's face flushed after hearing Alan's praise, and she burst into a depressive smile that she usually received praise from the professor, but who could not be too indulgent.
"They are my friends at Hogwarts, they are the backbone of the training class, and they are trustworthy people." Allen concluded at last.
As soon as he finished speaking, he met Owen's interesting eyes, and Allen immediately remembered the letter from his father Owen.
Allen couldn't help but heat up, and hurriedly changed the topic to staring at Animagus.
Father Owen is obviously more concerned about how much prestige Allen will bring to registering for Animagus, and what practical benefits. As for registration, he is there and there is no need to worry about the process.
This is indeed the case. Early the next morning, Owen personally went to Hogwarts, asked Allen’s Dean, Professor Flitwick, for leave, and then took his youngest son to the Ministry of Magic for testing and registration.
Unlike the previous visit and interrogation, this time, Allen was taken to a very ornately decorated room.
The wizards and witches in uniform are already sitting on the sofa waiting.
Lun handed them a stack of parchment, and immediately heard a gasp of surprise.
"You successfully transformed Animagus, and the shape is a magical creature-Phoenix?" A witch wearing gold-framed glasses asked Allen in a loud and deep voice.
If it weren't for Irving's current power in the Ministry of Magic, she would have liked to throw these materials away.
Registering for Animagus is a very serious matter. She has no time or mood to play house games with children.
Allen saw her suspicion, and wisely did not bother to explain it, but simply nodded.
But obviously, the other party wanted to confirm it again, her face was extremely serious, and she stared closely at Allen's eyes.
"You have transformed an Animagus in a complete form?"
"Yes," Allen nodded.
"A phoenix?" she asked in a deep voice.
Allen nodded again.
"Does your Animagus have the magic power of a phoenix? I mean, it is more than just a phoenix shape?"
"Yes, I'm sure it has magical powers." Although Alan was a little impatient when asked, he maintained the politeness and education that a pure-blood wizard should have on the surface.
"Then I think you need to become Animagus now to prove that you are not lying." Her tone sounded aggressive.
Alan gave his father a surprised look. Under the current circumstances, how could anyone dare to be so rude?
Mr. Owen Harris had a straight face, obviously annoyed by the situation.
The test should be done, but such tone and attitude are not normal.
Allen pursed his lips, determined to speak with strength, and turned into a phoenix in full view.
Then, suddenly, the trace of the Phoenix disappeared, and then appeared behind the unfriendly female magic official.
She was obviously taken aback. She flipped Alan's information, her eyes lit up, and she continued to ask.
"Are you thirteen years old now?"
"Yes." Allen didn't think there was any problem with age.
"You learned it in school? Who taught you?"
"Yes. Professor Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupin... I have learned a lot from each of the professors." Allen was dripping.
"What are you suspicious, Alex Morgan? Isn't this a normal audit word?" Irving's face was so gloomy that it could drip.
"It's amazing," Alex Morgan looked at Mr. Harris indifferently. "It's really amazing that he can become Animagus at his age. But what we need to check is his Animagus. Is it really magical or not?"