On the Length of Reflex Arcs

However, simply being so full that his stomach hurts isn't a big problem for a Magical Creatures. After rolling around on the spot for a while, the skin on the Aero-Wing Bird's neck started to bulge again. It opened its mouth wide like a pelican catching fish, and a fist-sized 'balloon' slowly floated up from its chin to its neck.

Corresponding to the size of the 'balloon' is the tiny wings of the Aero-Wing Bird. Its two fleshy wings, about the size of a thumbnail, flap vigorously to propel its body upward, and the extremely high-frequency flapping sound is like that of a hummingbird.

The Aero-Wing Bird seemed to be using this method to expend its energy, as it painfully burped and tried to float upwards.

When it floated to about half a meter above Sean's head, the 'balloon' quickly shrank back. Then, before Sean could even see how it changed, the bulging skin didn't shrink back and stick to his neck; instead, it stretched out.

The Aero-Wing Bird's miniature short wings spread out rapidly like canvas. The fleshy wings that were originally only the size of a fingernail became the size of a palm. The wings were similar to those of Fire Dragon. Coupled with the Aero-Wing Bird's hind legs, which were similar to those of Fire Dragon, if you didn't look at the duck-like beak on its face, it would look exactly like a little Fire Dragon.

Of course, its slender tail, smooth skin, and the fish-tail-like tail fin at the end of its tail are completely different from the fierce tail of the Fire Dragon, which is like a meteor hammer.

This was the first time Sean had seen a newborn Magical Creatures display its abilities, and he quickly grabbed his notebook and began writing it down.

"After hatching, the Aero-Wing Bird need food urgently. Like adult Aero-Wing Bird, they can eat lake fish normally. However, young Aero-Wing Bird do not seem to have a concept of being full and will keep eating until their stomachs are uncomfortable."

No, that's not precise enough... Sean bit his pen cap and finally added a parenthesis at the end.

(This needs further verification; it may be related to the intelligence of young birds.)

The Aero-Wing Bird on his head doesn't look very smart...

After adding the parentheses, Sean continued, "Young Aero-Wing Bird seem to have an instinctive ability to control their magical powers, whether it's transforming into a 'hot air balloon' or into a posture suitable for long-distance flight."

He looked up and saw that the Aero-Wing Bird seemed to have used up a lot of energy. The pained look on its face had finally disappeared, replaced by a lazy posture.

It was hovering slowly in the air like a model airplane, occasionally letting out a lazy burp.

"Food is digested very quickly, but it seems that most of the food is consumed during the process of changing posture, and maintaining posture does not seem to require much energy. (Young Aero-Wing Bird seem quite lazy, and soaring posture may be a form of entertainment, but this could also be due to individual differences, which remains to be seen.)"

After writing a long string of words, Sean closed the notebook with satisfaction. He had finally obtained firsthand information, which he could boast about when he went to see Newt later.

After circling overhead for a while, the Aero-Wing Bird seemed to get tired. It kept circling and peering down.

Strangely enough, the little guy wasn't afraid at all. You know, among the animals around Sean, the least dangerous one was Occamy.

Occamy with a danger level of xxxx is enough to make many Magical Creatures retreat in the wild.

The Aero-Wing Bird didn't react at all, and even the Basilisk outside the house, which looked like a small truck, couldn't scare it.

Is it being heartless, or simply being unresponsive to a crisis?

Is this considered a defect in premature infants?

Just as Sean was pondering, the Aero-Wing Bird finally found a suitable landing runway.

It spread its wings and glided with the airflow. As it gradually decreased in altitude, its wings also gradually shrank, and the skin under its chin gradually bulged.

Finally, a small balloon bounced and landed on the track.

"Woof!" it cried out at Sean, as if to say, "Look at me!"

Sean looked over with amusement. The Aero-Wing Bird in front of him had transformed into its original form, its tiny short wings proudly raised, and then it proudly closed its eyes.

Landing successful!

The little short-legged bird stepped on the soft red track under its feet. Although it smelled a bit fishy, Aero-Wing Bird thought it was a place worth resting.

It retracted its wings and found the softest spot to lie down.

Sean's eye twitched. "You really know how to pick a place to rest..."

That was the Basilisk's tongue...

The Basilisk sensed a foreign object on its tongue and instinctively recoiled.

The Aero-Wing Bird, who was just about to have a nice nap, suddenly felt itself moving rapidly as soon as it lay down. When it realized what was happening, it stood up and looked back.

A pair of sharp teeth, larger than its entire body—no, larger than its entire bird—lay across its eyes, and a strong, fishy smell assaulted its flat nose.

The Aero-Wing Bird tilted its head. "Whoa?"

Sean, standing behind him, exclaimed in admiration, "This little guy is something else! Whether he's carefree or has a big heart, he can face the Basilisk's enormous jaws without flinching!"

This child is terrifyingly powerful; he is destined to become an emperor someday!

The Aero-Wing Bird raised its long neck, its head spinning back and forth like a propeller, before turning to look at Sean.

"Well done, very courageous," Sean said with a smile, offering encouragement.

"Wow?" The Aero-Wing Bird turned its neck and saw the tall human in front of it. That should be its father. Why does he look different?

Beside the other was a large moth eating its own brain; a large cat with six legs walking upright, leisurely licking its paws against a wooden table; and a strange, long worm with a sharp beak and wings slightly larger than its own.

It turned its head and looked around, only to see teeth and a huge mouth.

"Waaah!" After a short cry, the Aero-Wing Bird promptly fainted on the Basilisk's tongue.

"What's wrong?" Sean quickly went over to check the shape.

Basilisk should only have venomous teeth; their breath and saliva should be non-toxic.

The Basilisk flicked its tongue and tossed the Aero-Wing Bird into Sean's hand. Sean's eyes were closed, and he tilted his head, motionless.

"Hiss hiss hiss—(It's just scared out of its wits.)" the Basilisk told him.

Sean: "..."

"..."

"..."

So, you're not brave, you just have a slow reaction time, right...?

When Sean stepped out of the ring, the Aero-Wing Bird was already hidden in his bag. That little guy was such a simpleton; after fainting from fright, he completely forgot what had scared him so badly...

Sean thought it was very receptive, but after it happily ate a fish, it repeated its previous behavior, which terrified Sean again...

After several attempts, the Aero-Wing Bird finally understood the situation and then hid inside Sean's clothes, refusing to come out no matter what.

Sean had no choice but to take it out of the ring. After all, it was a newly hatched chick. Although it possessed magical abilities and was not as fragile as ordinary fledglings, it was still just an infant.

"It's hatched?" Seeing the ring's opening widen, Sean crawled out. Hermione, who had been hiding in the Room of Requirement, called Daisy over and came closer.

"Look." Sean opened his robe, revealing the Aero-Wing Bird nestled against his chest.

"So cute!" Daisy's eyes lit up, and she immediately came closer.

"What kind of Magical Creatures is this? I've never seen it in my textbooks," Hermione asked curiously.

"The Aero-Wing Bird is a master of long-distance flight, capable of changing its posture as needed," Sean explained.

Daisy had already buried her head inside Sean's robe, and she and the Aero-Wing Bird stared at each other, playing a staring game.

"Wow?"

"It's so cute, can I touch it, Sean?" Daisy exclaimed in surprise.

"Go ahead and touch it. This guy's a bit silly, but he's pretty tough."

Girls seem to have absolutely no resistance to cute things. The Aero-Wing Bird isn't handsome, cool, or beautiful, but it's adorably ugly, and with its innocent (silly) eyes, it instantly captured the hearts of two girls.

Upon hearing Sean's words, the two cheered and immediately began to stroke the Aero-Wing Bird.

"Hey... wait for me to get it out." The two of them leaned close to Sean's chest, their long, brown, fluffy hair and smooth black hair pressing against Sean's chin.

A faint, youthful fragrance seemed to have a GPS, heading straight into Sean's nostrils.

My chin and nostrils are itchy.

As a result, the two were so busy petting the Aero-Wing Bird that they didn't hear what Sean was saying, which made him feel awkward instead.

The scene inside the Room of Requirement was strangely odd. In the room illuminated by torches, two exquisitely beautiful girls were close to a boy's chest. The boy had his hands outstretched helplessly, his face full of embarrassment, but a faint blush rose behind his ears.

"Hey, ladies, I'm really tired." Sean had no choice but to raise his voice.

Daisy and Hermione then noticed that, as if by unspoken agreement, they both looked up at the same time, their eyes meeting Sean's.

Two faces, each with its own unique features, yet equally beautiful.

Hermione's features were delicate and distinct, with bright eyes and dark eyebrows that, combined with her well-proportioned face, gave her a stubborn and proud beauty. Her lips were a deep, moist color, always reminiscent of cherries glistening with dew. She habitually pursed her lips, like an unopened England rosebud, its delicate pink bud exquisite and petite, yet containing a wonderful fragrance and intense tenderness within.

Daisy, on the other hand, possesses a different kind of beauty. Her eyes are gentle and serene, her nose delicate, always giving off a sense of fragile vulnerability that makes one want to cherish her. Her long eyelashes add to her exquisite and fragile appearance, and her pale pink lips, though not intensely red, evoke a desire to protect her. However, the occasional glint of mischief in her eyes and the habitual gentle smile that plays at the corners of her mouth make her even more vibrant, like a delicate daisy—innocent and pure, yet possessing an unforgettable strength and joy.

The three of them locked eyes, and the atmosphere in the room suddenly became strange.

Sean realized that, despite knowing these two girls for so long, he had never seen them face-to-face so closely before.

Well, maybe the pose was too alluring, causing the temperature at the scene to be abnormal.

Realizing what was happening, Sean took a step back, smiled gently as usual, and then took the Aero-Wing Bird out and placed it on a mat.

"Play with it as you please, don't pity it just because it's a child."

Sean made a joke to cool down the temperature behind his ears.

Daisy quickly realized what she meant and immediately screamed, "Wow, so cute!"

However, the hand stroking the Aero-Wing Bird trembled slightly.

Hermione paused for a moment, puffed out her cheeks, naturally tucked the hair behind her ears back, and then squatted down to stroke the Aero-Wing Bird.

"Yes, yes, so cute."

Sean raised an eyebrow and naturally squatted down to stroke the Aero-Wing Bird's head.

"Although it's a bit silly, it's really cute."

The three of them each stretched out a hand and stroked the smooth head of the Aero-Wing Bird back and forth.

Once the strange atmosphere subsided, this little episode finally came to an end, at the cost of not even being able to support Fly on the Aero-Wing Bird's head.

Hermione, now back to normal, found a cushion and sat down. Apart from the faint pink stains behind her ears, she looked just like usual.

However, her tone was slightly harsh towards Sean: "It refuses to go into the ring. You can't keep stuffing it in your clothes forever, can you? You should think about how to prepare before you get a new Magical Creatures."

"Unexpectedly, I thought I'd have some time to build trust with Egg," Sean said with an embarrassed smile.

Hermione's snort carried a hint of displeasure, "Class starts tomorrow, remember to get it sorted out."

"Yes, yes." For some reason, Sean's words always carried a hint of guilt.

Daisy, who usually uses all sorts of cute and charming tactics to help Sean divert attention, has changed her demeanor, although her voice remains lively.

"Indeed, Sean, you need to handle this well. I remember you have Professor Snape's class tomorrow? If this little guy comes out and knocks over the Cauldron while you're brewing Potions, he'll definitely deduct points and put you in detention. I won't be able to save you then."

"Yes, yes," Sean could only repeat.

Why do I feel so much pressure just from adopting a new Magical Creatures...? Sean grimaced, feeling a slight toothache.

However, this definitely needs to be addressed.

This guy is too impulsive and a bit dim-witted. If he suddenly pops out, I'll be violating both school rules and the Ministry of Magic's Magical Creatures Regulations—although I don't know how dangerous the Aero-Wing Bird is, unrated Magical Creatures are not allowed to be privately kept.

Sean looked down at the Aero-Wing Bird playing with its tail. The Aero-Wing Bird's tail was extremely long and seemed to be able to extend its length freely. It was currently arching its backside, and its face was turning red, as if it was trying to see how long it could extend its tail.

One circle, two circles, three circles, four circles... Sean counted the number of times the tail was wrapped around its neck, but his mind was wandering elsewhere.

The Aero-Wing Bird was still trying, even sticking out its tongue and its eyes were beginning to roll back.

Wait, his eyes rolled back...?!

Sean quickly reached out and untied the tail that was wrapped around his neck.

"Wah... woo..." The Aero-Wing Bird rested its tongue on its beak, panting heavily and weakly.

Room of Requirement, Sean patted his head helplessly.

How can there be such a slow-thinking idiot?