FVN 0045 Friends
0045 Friends
As Adrian had anticipated, the young Thunderbird was quite fond of the newly arrived lightning-struck wood.
Moreover, the small Thunderbird showed no signs of unfamiliarity toward Adrian, behaving as if they were like a crup(a wizard dog) and its master who had spent years together.
As for Remus, the young Thunderbird still seemed somewhat afraid of him. Whenever Remus approached, it would raise its feathers and watch him vigilantly.
This left Remus feeling rather helpless.
The Thunderbird had built a nest on the lightning-struck wood. Whenever it wanted to play, the tree would summon small storms, allowing it to dart freely between the lightning bolts.
Adrian stood nearby, watching the young Thunderbird tumbling excitedly through the air, and couldn't help but rub his chin thoughtfully.
Although the weather changes were beneficial for the young Thunderbird, they weren't so great for the local environment.
That afternoon, Adrian's plantation was constantly besieged by either howling winds or thunderstorms with heavy rain.
Fortunately, Adrian's plants and herbs were grown in greenhouses, and weren't affected by this weather.
Having settled the Thunderbird's living arrangements, now he needed to figure out how to get the headmaster's permission to showcase the young Thunderbird to his students.
After all, the Thunderbird was a protected species, and was certified by the Ministry of Magic as an "XXXXX" class magical creature.
Even though it was just a juvenile, it certainly possessed a degree of danger.
The next morning, in the headmaster's office.
A steaming cup of coffee sat on the desk with a plate piled high with golden honeycomb toffee beside it.
Dumbledore was leisurely checking letters sent from around the world, as was his custom.
As an internationally renowned figure, he received numerous letters every day, so Dumbledore could only select a limited number to read and respond to.
This was his daily routine. He would handle the rest in his spare time. But today, he felt something was missing in his office.
Dumbledore paused what he was doing as his eyebrows were slightly furrowed.
He scanned the large office, his gaze naturally falling on the massive perch where his phoenix usually rested.
Strangely, it was empty.
"Fawkes?" he called softly, his eyes