Lisana saw the picture of the black dog. She leaned closer to the newspaper and frowned, but she quickly relaxed and made her expression look the same as before.
"I've never seen such a magical creature, and it doesn't look like a swallow-tailed dog."
"Uh... yes." Adams expected Lisana's ignorance. "I don't think it looks like a swallow-tailed dog either."
It would be strange if Miss Lisana, as a secretary, knew what kind of magical creature it was.
"Mr. Adams, are you also interested in Muggle TV shows?"
She raised her head and looked into Adams's eyes with a smile. Her gaze was filled with curiosity.
However, Adams did not think that the light in Lisana's eyes was inquisitive.
"Huh?"
Adams' ears turned red. He took a step back and pressed his back against the elevator. "I... I don't watch it often, occasionally..."
"Have you watched this season's' Britain's Psychic Battle '?" Lisana tilted her head and her long black hair fell to one side.
This was the second time Adams heard the name of the show today.
"I know about this show," Adams answered honestly. "But I haven't had the time to watch it. Cough... maybe it can be used as an after-work entertainment..."
Lisana pinched her chin and looked a little troubled. She leaned closer to Adams. "It is indeed a show that can kill time, but there's one thing, Mr. Adams!
I need your help! "
"What... is it?
If I can help... "Adams almost became one with the elevator. In the few years after graduating from Hogwarts, he spent most of his time dealing with magical creatures of both sexes. There was almost no chance for him to be in close contact with the beautiful sister.
Under such circumstances, it was difficult to refuse any request from the beautiful and troubled black-haired lady, regardless of whether the request was rude or not.
Fortunately, Lisana did not make it too difficult for the young Mr. Adams.
"Erm … Maybe you'll see me in the show." She smiled embarrassedly and lowered her voice slightly. "Last month, I used the Muggle Shield Spell and added a missing person notice during the recording of the show to look for my brother. Please don't tell the memory-erasing department …"
'Phew... '
Adams let out a sigh of relief in his heart. "Of course, of course, I won't tell anyone!"
"Thank you so much." Lisana took a step back with a smile, returning to the diagonal distance between them. "Mr. Adams, you're really an outstanding and noble person."
Mr. Adams didn't mind it too much after receiving the good guy card. He stroked his blonde hair and indulged in Lisana's sweet smile.
"Oh …" After a while, he came back to his senses and realized that he had lost his composure. He stiffly changed the topic. "Cough … Miss Lisana, speaking of your brother …"
"Ding." The robotic female voice sounded. "Arrived — Basement Four: Magical Creatures Management and Control Division, including the 'Bestiality, Life, and Soul' Research Institute, Fairy Liaison Office, Pet Consultation Center, Pest Consultation Center, and the subordinate departments of the Control Division."
The elevator door slowly opened.
"Quirinus... Sigh... We still care too little about him. We only realized this when we were about to lose him …"
Brushing the dust off her shoulders, Lisana shook her head and showed a regretful expression. "Ever since the Hogwarts rejected him to be the Defense Against Black Magic professor, he left a letter and disappeared, saying that he was going to train. I haven't seen him for a long time …"
"Last month, I predicted that he would be in danger." Lisana was silent for a while. "I joined the show to give a warning. I wanted to save him and do something. I don't know if I can succeed or not, but I've done my best."
Lisana stopped talking and took the lead to walk out of the elevator. Adams followed in silence and did not ask about the topic of her brother.
It was a long corridor. The air was filled with the familiar smell of magical animals. A few paper airplanes flew over their heads and hurriedly passed on the message.
"Why is the Fairy Brotherhood so quiet recently?" A rustling discussion came from the room with the sign 'Fairy Liaison Center' hanging on the door.
"Didn't you read the Prophet's daily newspaper?
Rita Skeeter wrote a few new articles, 'Fairies and wizards write a new journey together', 'An indispensable part of the magic world', 'One of us' … "
A brown-haired employee poured himself a cup of coffee. "There's also 'Fairies make outstanding contributions to the magic world'. The entertainment news she writes is so unique that I almost forgot that she used to be a powerful political reporter."
"Thanks to these reports and the wizards who actively repaired Gringotts when it was damaged, our relationship with the fairies is still okay now …"
The brown-haired employee freed his hand and picked up a thick file bag and shook it. "Look, there are only so many documents about the conflict between the fairies and the wizards. You know, there used to be two to three times more than this!"
"Merlin's beard!" The blond-haired employee who was eating a donut exclaimed. "Rita Skeeter?
Ms. Skeeter, the reporter who likes to write the 'I have to say' series?
Didn't she spread the rumor in August that Gringotts released a dragon because of a taboo relationship between a fairy and a dragon?! "
"Yes, it's her." The brown-haired employee took a sip of coffee. "I don't know what she's thinking, but it's reasonable. Reporters are fickle …"
"Kidnapped?
Cast a soul-seizing spell?
She finally found her conscience and is willing to reduce our work burden? "
The blond-haired employee smiled and took a bite of the donut. He made a bold guess. "Or did she and the fairies really have a 'I have to say' story?"
No one knew.
November, basement 4. The glass window on the corridor wall showed the employees the glaring sunlight. It was too glaring that it lit up the entire corridor. Adams squinted his eyes. "What's going on?
I remember there was a hurricane a few days ago? "
"The Magic Maintenance Department has decided to change the weather of the glass window." Lisana raised her hand to block the sunlight. "After helping the fairies to repair Gringotts, they have been clamoring for a raise. Yesterday afternoon, they finally got their wish. Look at the sunlight …"
Lisana paused for a moment. "It's easy to know their mood …"
"They're too cocky. It's just a small raise …" A bearded wizard walked out from a small wooden door at the side with a tattered cardboard box. "Good morning, Mr. Adams!
And Ms. Lisana! "
Lisana nodded slightly in greeting.
"Good morning, Bob." Adams greeted politely. He went to Bob's side and pointed at the box in his hand. "Is this the chicken you just bought from the Muggles yesterday?
You seem to like it a lot. "
"Chi chi chi chi!" The cardboard box began to shake violently.
Bob hurriedly used his strength to control the cardboard box. But inadvertently, there was still a small flame that came out from the gap.
In an instant, the air was filled with the smell of roasted chicken.
"Oh!
Maybe this is the latest magic oven? "Adams made a bold assumption, but the look on Bob's face told him otherwise.
"This is just an ordinary fireproof magic box. It does contain the swamp chicken we bought from the Muggles yesterday …"
Bob, who was wearing an old blue robe, lowered his voice mysteriously. "But this swamp chicken isn't ordinary. As you can see, it can spit out flames from time to time. It also has a certain resistance to fire. This attribute feels very familiar to me … I feel like —"
"Like a phoenix!" Both of them said the same thing in unison.
"This chicken more or less carries the blood of a phoenix, Mr. Adams." Bob glanced at Lisana who was standing on the side. Lisana smiled and walked to the magic window to enjoy the dazzling sunlight.
"What do you think, Bob?"
Adams rubbed his chin and felt the prickly stubble on his beard. He coughed and said, "I have to say that the Ministry of Magic has a rule that we are not allowed to raise experimental magical animals, especially those that have a certain degree of danger. They will cause immeasurable losses to the Ministry of Magic …"
Bob opened the cardboard box. An ordinary-looking chicken was inside. It did not look like a phoenix at all. Its intelligent little eyes looked at Adams, and there were some traces of burnt feathers on its body.
"You see, Mr. Adams, it looks just like a chicken. It's not dangerous and won't cause any losses." And it would definitely be expensive when it grew up. "Maybe there's no need to hand it over."
Indeed, Adams was a little hesitant.
The chicken spat out flames again, burped, and lay down on the cushion leisurely. It looked like it had lived a peaceful life.
"I think your teacher can't get a real phoenix. He lacks research materials on this magical creature, right?" Bob struck again. "Maybe you can hand this chicken over to your teacher for research?"
That was a good idea.