[Zongyingmi] What can I do, I am also desperate

Sandra was not awake when Madam Pomfrey brought her to the principal's office in a daze.

After all, she has been staying in the school infirmary these days because of injuries and curses. Every day after class, many students come to see her, touch her, and bring food for her. Enjoy every day besides eating and sleeping. On the days when a group of people take the initiative to come over to give you a massage, don’t have such a pleasant day that you almost forget what you are doing at Hogwarts.

"Is this the lady?"

Some old but quite gentle male voice sounded softly.Before Sandra raised the feather crown on her head vigilantly, a pair of warm palms pressed lightly on her head, and then began to smooth her hair extremely skillfully.

Good, so comfortable!

This person's technique is many times better than the little wizards who came to see her in the school infirmary. Sandra immediately loosened her hair like a piece of cake, and the whole bird spread out, with a pleasant and comfortable moan in her throat. With a "cuckoo" sound, I can't wait to turn over and let someone touch my stomach right now.

"Sure enough, she is quite a beautiful lady."

The old male voice rang out with a smile, and then his fingertips moved around the gauze wrapped around Sandra's stomach, opened her wings, and carefully groped along the root of her wings to check.Sandra was still immersed in the pleasure of being massaged. She didn't notice at all and didn't care what the owner of her hand was doing to her. groping for himself.

When she realized that those hands were about to touch her last row of wing feathers, she chirped twice and twitched her wings softly.

The owner of those hands did not try to grope for Sandra's row of feathers, but instead pressed her back and belly, checking Sandra for any other wounds or diseases.

However, the technique of the owner of the hand is quite good. Even if he used a little force to check whether there are fractures, cysts or congestion, it still didn't make Sandra feel uncomfortable at all. Instead, it made her groan and almost fell asleep. up.

"Is the body in good condition?" The owner of those hands smiled and gently stroked Sandra's soft down feathers. "Or is it just a young bird that has been cursed like this, where are your parents?"

Sandra shook her body and blew off her hair, so that the owner of the hand could comb the feathers and massage her body in a larger area, but she didn't respond to the owner of the hand.But fortunately, the other party didn't mean to ask her to answer. After checking her body roughly, he chatted softly with Dumbledore.

"The curse on her should not respond to pure magic power. The curse didn't respond when Bobby gave her the potion these days. When Fox used tears to help her relieve the curse, the curse didn't backfire. " Dumbledore said as he handed a cup of black tea to Newt, "However, the strength of the curse is determined by the ability of the caster. If you want to rely on pure magic to lift the curse, then your own The magic must be much higher than the caster."

"It's just that I can feel that the magic power of the person who cast a curse on her is far greater than mine. It's as if I'm not facing one person, but the whole world."

Dumbledore pondered for a moment before speaking slowly.

The owner of those hands—that is, Newt, held his teacup and murmured, and then said: "The magical animals that are born with magic lines themselves have a huge amount of magic power. The number of magic lines on this lady It is even far greater than the magical animal with the largest number of magic patterns found in records. Perhaps to unravel the curse on her body can rely on her own power."

"It's just that she is still a baby at this age. This kind of magical animal usually grows up very slowly. I don't know when she will grow into such an existence."

Newt sighed.

Sandra lay limp on Newt's lap, indifferent to what the two said.In fact she was almost asleep now, and hadn't quite heard what Dumbledore and Newt were saying.

"She changed from a human form to a beast form due to her self-defense instinct. Because of the curse, becoming this form can help her accumulate magic power and recover her physical strength faster. As long as she recovers her physical strength, she can turn back into a human being." form."

Newt touched Sandra's magnificent crest of beautiful feathers, lowered his eyes and said softly: "I would be happy to help this child master her own abilities. But unfortunately, I have never seen this type Fantastic Beasts, so I don't think I can tell which category this child falls into, but I'll do my best to teach her."

"That's your trouble, Newt."

Dumbledore said to Newt with gentle eyebrows and eyes, "Would you like some syrup pie?"

"No, thank you, Professor Dumbledore," Newt smiled and shook his head and refused, "I'm getting old and running outside all the time, so I can't eat sweets anymore."

"That's a pity." Dumbledore said regretfully.At this time, there was also a sound of movement in his fireplace, and the two old men turned their heads together, and saw Tim coming out frowning slightly, slapping the ashes on his body.Sandra felt the movement and her neck appreciated, and when she saw Tim, she narrowed her eyes happily and patted her wings, chirping and chirping enthusiastically towards Tim.

"Hello."

Tim apparently also noticed another old man in Dumbledore's office.He looked at the other party in a subtle way, and then politely extended his hand to Newt: "Just call me Red Robin, Mr. Newt."

"Hello."

Newt greeted Tim gently, and after Tim finished, he repeated what he and Dumbledore had just said to Tim.

"That is to say, as long as the blue bird recovers her physical strength, she can change back from this form?"

Tim folded his hands into a tower shape and gently pressed his chin to look lost in thought. Sandra tilted her head to look at Tim, then stretched her neck and lightly touched Tim's arm with her beak .

Tim looked at Sandra's red-brown eyes full of hope and brow slightly twitched, and Fu Zhi understood what Sandra wanted to express.

"I've taken care of everything about you," he paused, and Sandra could vaguely hear the gnashing of teeth in his tone, "It's been handled very well."

Sandra, who didn't know what kind of nightmare encounters her ancestors brought to her boss every day, nodded with satisfaction, and rubbed Tim's arm in satisfaction or praise, then flinched. Back in Newt's arms, he comfortably enjoyed the old man's touch.

"Actually, it's coming soon," Newt said gently, stroking Sandra and the slender down feathers on her back, "Today or tomorrow, she will be able to turn back into a human form, maybe you can try now Take a moment, Miss Bluebird."

Sandra immediately cheered up, straightened her neck and maintained this posture vigorously, then turned her head to look at Newt pitifully.

"Try to guide the magic in your body," Newt didn't laugh at Sandra for not even being able to control her own power, but gently stroked her and took out his wand, carefully touching the tip of the wand Condensed a light spot made of pure magic power, threw it into Sandra's body, and then gently waved his magic wand in the air like directing music, guiding Sandra how to operate bit by bit own magic.

Sandra closed her eyes and carefully felt the little bit of magic that belonged to Newt in her body.That magic power is like a lighthouse on the sea, even though it is weak, it can still be felt by Sandra through her mighty magic power like the vast ocean.

Instinctively follow the track of which bit of magic power to start running your own magic power.Almost in an instant, Sandra's last row of wing feathers and the slender, peacock-like magic pattern on the tail feathers began to flash magnificently like a charged light bulb.

Dumbledore took out his wand and used an armor for Tim and himself to prevent Sandra's magic from hurting others if it was unstable.Newt carefully guided the little magic power he put into Sandra's body, and guided the magic power far beyond his imagination little by little with great patience.

As long as there is a mistake in the guidance, the huge torrent of magic power in Sandra's body will completely erupt, and it is very likely that the entire Hogwarts will be razed to the ground.

However, because Sandra itself is more like a creature of flesh and blood condensed purely by magic, her loss of control of magic power will not cause her danger, at most it will make it difficult for her to maintain a normal shape and disperse in the air. As long as it takes a while, she can return to her original appearance again.

Such amazing, unbelievable and beautiful creatures.

Newt channeled the magic more carefully as he sighed inwardly.Although Sandra didn't realize how careful Newt's guidance was, she also knew how terrifying her own magic power was, and followed Newt's guidance with all her attention, for fear that a little mistake would cause some unimaginable disaster. .

Tim didn't know how terrifying the amount of magic power in Sandra's body was for any creature, but this didn't prevent him from seeing how important it was to guide Sandra's magic power from Newt's concentrated expression. serious matter.This made him involuntarily cautious, watching Newt's every move carefully.

The crisp and clear cry sounded high-pitched, and Fox standing on the bird stand also let out a cry, and the bright feathers on his body became more gorgeous like a flame that was about to burn.The magic lines on Sandra's body were dazzlingly brilliant, and vaguely formed magic circles emerged one after another in the principal's office, and then densely stacked together, making the whole space look like a blur. It was extremely cramped and cramped.

The azure light feathers that exude gleaming light scattered like snow, and melted into the space before landing.

Sandra's whole body was suspended in mid-air, and her wide wings spread freely to almost fill the entire space.Countless fine feathers grow freely from any part of her naked/exposed skin, coupled with her delicately embroidered soft robe and the hideous sharp nails spreading from her hands, it makes her look It's like a statue of a god and golem placed on an altar by an unknown tribe to worship faith.

However, the moment she opened her eyes, those overly rich and dense slender feathers and sharp and ferocious long nails quickly disappeared from her body surface, leaving only the pair of wings and ear wings flapping gently.

Fox let out a cheer and circled around Sandra a few times, then landed on her outstretched arm and rubbed her cheek affectionately, looking very happy.

"Thanks for the tears and unicorn blood, man."

Sandra stroked Fox's shiny, gorgeous feathers like charcoal fire, and touched Fox's forehead quite familiarly and intimately and said.

Fox waved his wings nonchalantly, as if saying that he should not care about such a trivial matter, then tilted his head excitedly and urged to tweet twice, looking at Sandra with a little joy in his eyes.

"Boss, can I go out and exercise?"

Sandra landed lightly on the ground and looked at Tim expectantly, the desire in her eyes almost overflowed.

"Is your curse okay?"

Tim felt like he was a desperate father with a bad boy and asked without expectations.

"Don't worry, as long as it's different from that stuff, I won't feel it."

"Don't run too far."

What else can Tim do, should he tie a chain to Sandra and hold it in his hand to prevent her from running around?He can only tell her to get out of here quickly so as not to make himself feel worse in front of his eyes.

"Come back early, don't take the guests too far."

Dumbledore also told Phoenix, who was very excited after meeting Sandra because he hadn't had a playmate for too long, and then opened the window to let the two of them fly out.

Sandra just found an excuse to slip out because she really didn't want to hear about politics or other interests. As for whether the excuse was to go for a walk with Fox or if she felt unwell and needed to go to the school infirmary to lie down for a while, it really didn't matter. .

Forgive her, she really can't play this kind of strategy with her IQ, as long as she is used as a gun by her boss, she will be satisfied.

Sandra, who had no ambition, thought of this, and happily flew out with Fox.