Chapter 131 Strange Unicorn Bracelet

"Ah, yes, yes, I invited you. We can discuss the benefits later."

Dumbledore's voice was very gentle, with a touch of gentleness about coaxing a 600-year-old child. He was now very familiar with coaxing Nicoléme.

Nicoléme is good at everything except being a bit tsundere.

He himself is very eloquent, which is the secret to maintaining a young mind.

Dumbledore thought about it. Nicolas Flamel was over 600 years old and could still be so lively and thoughtful enough to add spices to his hot tea.

Thinking of the cup of hot tea that tasted like mud, Principal Dumbledore's smile deepened. He continued to ask Nicolas Flamel for his opinion, but inevitably his attention was diverted to Rigg.

Nicoléme's gaze also pretended to slide across Rigg's seat casually, looking at the big bird in his hand.

"It would be great if I could gather some feathers and come down."

Rigg gasped, how could he say what was in his heart!

Rigg turned his head and looked nervously at Fox's owner, Principal Dumbledore, but Dumbledore didn't seem to be looking at him.

Nicoléme stared at Phoenix Fox for a while, then couldn't help but murmur to himself and speak out what was in his heart.

This poor habit of looking at everything as if it were free material was a mark left by Nicolás Flamel when he was young. His family was not wealthy, so after learning alchemy, he had to rely on himself to support himself. He only had one meal every day to get through the alchemy learning period.

Because he was not known for his deep scheming, and he had told Dumbledore this idea (forced it into practice) many times. Dumbledore didn't feel offended at all. He had long been used to it.

However, Dumbledore cast his confused eyes on the little wizard Rigg.

What did Fox see in him?

After discovering that it was Teacher Nico who was talking about him and not him, Rigg was relieved. His hand was ready to move now. Who wouldn't want to touch a phoenix?

Nicoléme told Rigg excitedly: "Try touching its feathers, inserting your fingers and smoothing them down. This phoenix looks like it has just finished nirvana, and it is perfect for making alchemy materials."

Ever since he met Dumbledore, Nicolas Flamel had wanted to get some free feathers to use.

It was a pity that Fox kept pointing his butt at him. As soon as Nicolas Flamel stretched out his hand, he slapped him hard or flew directly to a high place, looking very unhappy.

Dumbledore certainly wouldn't force it.

Rigg, who was rarely favored by Fox, tried to put his hands on Fox's wings after listening to Nicoléme's words.

The fluffy feathers of the phoenix were filled with warmth. As soon as Rigg put his hand on it, he felt as warm as a warm baby.

Fox's head turned around in an instant, and his sharp eyes stared at Rigg.

After looking at each other for a while, under Rige's gentle touch, it narrowed its eyes comfortably and gradually unfolded its wings.

Dumbledore wanted to clear his throat, but felt that he would be laughed at by Nicolas Flamel, so he had to give up and pretend that he did not see Fawkes being close.

Rigg tried to hug Fox. Fox moved uncomfortably, but did not refuse. He moved Fox from his left arm to his leg like a "turkey".

Fox's paws tightened and relaxed on Rigg's leg. He was afraid that his claws would hurt the little wizard, so he could only stand stiffly on Rigg's leg like an exploding fur ball.

Rigg took the opportunity to put his hands into Fox's feathers and help the big bird preen its feathers according to Nicoléme's instructions.

While pulling it down, Li Ge sighed, who could tell just by looking at the appearance that this bird is full of tendons.

Wherever Rigg's hand stretched out, the feathers fell down. Rigg's hand could occasionally feel Fox's extremely hot skin and muscles tightening and relaxing with his movements.

After getting familiar with the feeling of being groomed for a while, Fox thought it was pretty good and continued to look down at Rigg's wrist. He lowered his head and patted Rigg's wrist.

Rigg felt a little itchy through the wizard's robe. He took out his hand and turned up his sleeves.

Satisfied and steady, Fox touched the thin silver-white bracelet surrounding Rigg's wrist in one bite.

Rigg retracted his hand with some pain. He raised his right hand high and pressed hard on the phoenix that started to flutter with his left hand.

Wherever Rigg's right hand with the bracelet swung, Fox's eyes followed, with the phoenix crown raised high.

Now, Dumbledore was really a little surprised, "According to my memory, phoenixes should not have the desire to attack unicorns."

Nicoléme narrowed his eyes and looked at Lige's wrist for a while, "You should let the phoenix go first, it's enough."

As soon as Rigg lowered his head, he saw feathers all over the floor around his seat in the office, ranging from newly grown down to fully expanded mature phoenix feathers.

He looked awkwardly at Principal Dumbledore, who had a kind smile on his face.

Dumbledore really regretted it now. He was beginning to worry that Fawkes would be bald.

Rigg patted the big bird's butt. Of course, phoenixes also have butts.

Fox stepped on Rigg's leg and turned to face him. He thought Rigg was telling him to turn over.

Dumbledore finally found his chance. He cleared his throat and waved to Fawkes.

Fawkes reluctantly left Rigg's arms and flew to Dumbledore's shoulder.

Looking at this big bird now, even the shameless Rige felt a little embarrassed.

He and Nicoléme looked at each other with pleading eyes.

Rigg really felt that Fox's wings were empty now, and when it spread its wings, it could still see its flesh-colored skin.

Nicoléme's eyes wandered for a moment. How could he have imagined that this method of preening feathers would be so exciting to the phoenix that had just finished its nirvana.

Nicoléme quickly changed the subject and said: "Sit over a little bit, Rigg, and show me your wrist."

Rigg moved the chair over and tried several times before taking off the strange unicorn bracelet and handing it to Nicolas Flamel.

After Nicoléme took the bracelet, he did not check the bracelet. He took out many small props with a serious expression and checked Rigg's whole body.

After discovering that Rigg's indicators were all normal, Nicoléme breathed a sigh of relief.

"It seems that this bracelet has no effect on you, that's good." Nicoléme said happily.

Rigg blinked and said nothing. He was a little moved. Unexpectedly, Nicoléme's first reaction was to check on him.

Before, it had always been for hugging his thighs, but now he felt that it would be good to have a mentor like Nicoléme.

Nicolas Ramet put on her glasses and looked at the bracelet under the honey-yellow light of the office.

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