Chapter 312 Registration (Modified, Thanks to Super Silver League Ksg, Magic Feather)

"Oh, hell!" At this moment, Owen cursed from the sofa area behind Allen.

Allen looked over quickly, and saw his father was frowning. He was pinching a light-blond hair that was slightly curving, and his expression looked like he had just swallowed a lemon.

"It seems that as Allen returned to its original shape, the feathers of this phoenix also changed back to its original shape and lost its magic power." Albert concluded by touching his chin.

He looked at Allen again, and said with a smile, "Is this your body hair? Where is it?"

Allen's face was distorted with embarrassment, he glared at his father, and walked up to Owen to try to get his body hair back.

"If that's the case—" Owen raised his hand high to avoid the embarrassing movement of his younger son, and looked at his elder son again.

Albert immediately became vigilant and took a step back.

Owen tilted his head and raised his eyebrows. There was no doubt that the target was Albert.

Albert folded his arms and cried angrily, "Why me again?"

Owen didn't answer, but grabbed the dagger and walked towards Albert.

"Wait, Dad, I'll do it myself!" Albert yelled again and again.

Owen was puzzled by the eldest son's initiative, so he stopped and looked at Albert.

"You stroke too deep!" Albert's eyes were full of accusations.

Owen threw the dagger to Albert, his eyes were innocent.

Albert curled his lips, raised the dagger neatly, and stabbed himself in a measured manner.

Owen hurriedly and carefully dripped the remaining phoenix tears in the cup on Albert's wound.

Albert looked at him expectantly, he still remembered the cold and comfortable feeling.

However, as soon as the phoenix tears touched his wound, Albert's expression became strange.

Owen stared closely at Albert's wound, and the others gathered around to see if there would be any changes.

Blood continued to flow from the wound.

Seeing that his father finally took his eyes off his arm, Albert quickly took out the wound medicine and sprinkled it on the wound, and took another bottle of medicine.

Soon, the wound healed under the effect of the potion.

"As Allen returns to its original state, the phoenix's feathers and tears will lose their effectiveness." Owen said regretfully, while glancing at Allen.

Allen was a little dumbfounded. Could it be that in order to maintain their efficacy, he had to become a phoenix forever?

After the experiment was over, everyone returned to the lobby on the first floor.

At a celebratory dinner carefully prepared by his mother, Morgan Le Fay, Allen officially introduced his three female friends to the family…

"Let me introduce to you, this is our Hogwarts student council chairwoman, Miss Penelope Clearwater, who is also a Ravenclaw student."

Penello smiled generously and stood up. At this time, she showed the temperament of the female chairwoman of the student union, and even looked more dignified than usual, without the charm of being with Allen in private in peace, but when she saw When she saw Daisy's teasing eyes, her cheeks immediately glowed.

"Miss Luna Lovegood, now a grade below me, is also Ravenclaw."

Mr. Harris looked at Luna with interest, "Is this the daughter of Mr. Xenophilius Lovegood?"

Hearing this, Luna's light silver eyes finally focused on Owen from a lax 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 blushed when she heard Alan's praise, showing her usual suppressed smile that was praised by the professor but resisted being too indulgent.

"They are my friends at Hogwarts, they are the backbone of the training class, and they are trustworthy people." Allen finally concluded.

As soon as he finished speaking, he met Owen's eyes full of interest, and Allen immediately remembered the letter from his father Owen.

Allen couldn't help feeling hot on his face,

Hastily changed the topic to watching Animagus.

What father Owen is more concerned about is obviously how much prestige and practical benefits Alan's registration of Animagus will bring. As for things like registration, with him around, there is no need to worry about the process at all.

This is indeed the case. Early the next morning, Owen went to Hogwarts in person, asked for leave with Allen's dean, Professor Flitwick, and then took his youngest son to the Ministry of Magic for testing and registration.

Unlike the last visit to the interrogation, this time, Allen was taken to a room with extremely gorgeous decoration.

Uniformly dressed wizards and witches are already sitting on the sofa waiting.

Lun handed them a stack of parchment, and immediately there was a gasp of surprise.

"You successfully conjured an Animagus, and the form is a magical creature—a phoenix?" A witch wearing gold-rimmed glasses asked Allen in a loud and deep voice.

If it weren't for Owen's current astonishing power in the Ministry of Magic, she would have wanted to throw away the materials in her hands.

Registering an Animagus is a very serious matter, and she has neither the time nor the mood to play house games with the children.

Allen saw her suspicion, wisely, he didn't bother to explain, but simply nodded.

But obviously, the other party wanted to confirm again. She looked extremely serious and stared closely at Alan's eyes.

"You conjured a fully formed Animagus?"

"Yes," Allen nodded.

"A phoenix?" She asked in a deep voice.

Allen nodded again.

"Does your Animagus have phoenix powers? I mean, is it more than just a phoenix?"

"Yes, I'm sure it has magical powers." Although Allen was a little impatient when asked, he maintained the politeness and upbringing that a pure-blood wizard should have on the surface.

"Then I guess you need to turn into an Animagus now to prove you're not lying." Her tone sounded aggressive.

Allen glanced at his father in surprise. Under the current circumstances, how could anyone dare to be so rude?

Mr. Owen Harris had a straight face, apparently annoyed by the situation.

Testing should be done, but such tone and attitude are not normal.

Allen pursed his lips, determined to speak with strength, and directly turned into a phoenix under the eyes of everyone.

Then, suddenly, the phoenix disappeared, and then appeared behind the not-so-friendly female magic official.

She was obviously taken aback. She flipped through Allen's information, her eyes lit up, and she continued to ask.

"Are you thirteen now?"

"Yes." Allen didn't think age was a problem.

"Did you learn it in school? Who taught you that?"

"Yes. Professor Dumbledore, Professor Flitwick, Professor Lupine... I have learned a lot from each professor." Allen was tight-lipped.

"What are you suspecting, Alex Morgan? Isn't this a normal review statement?" Owen's face was so gloomy that water could drip out.

"It's amazing." Alex Morgan looked at Mr. Harris indifferently. "It's really amazing that he can become an Animagus at this age. However, what we need to check is that his Animagus Whether it is really magical, or just a fake."