The Effect of the Phoenix Potion

Convincing the Kneazle was incredibly easy. Kyle only had to ask once and casually promise it jerky every day, and Shakir leaped onto his shoulder without even looking back. The whole process was smooth and effortless, without the slightest hesitation.

Professor Locknir's mouth twitched behind them.

Though he had already agreed, seeing this still left him feeling somewhat stifled. If only Shakir had hesitated even a little... Anyone who did not know better would have thought Kyle had raised it.

So Professor Locknir simply shut the door, choosing out of sight, out of mind.

Meanwhile, delighted with his new companion, Kyle returned to the magic fountain and found Kanna sitting on a chair beside it, constantly writing something down.

"What are you writing?" he asked as he walked over.

"Some potentially useful potion combinations." Kanna put away the parchment. "Are you done talking?"

"Yeah." Kyle smiled unconsciously. "I have to say, this time was really fruitful."

He briefly recounted what had happened that afternoon, and Kanna was equally surprised.

"That was a Kneazle—a precious magical creature unique to France—and he just gave it to you?"

"He lent it to me," Kyle corrected. "I have to return it afterward."

"That is still surprising." Kanna said, "I have not been in France for long, but I have heard about the status Kneazles hold here... The bar next to Gringotts is even called the Kneazle Bar.

"But these magical creatures only appear at the Ministry of Magic. Ordinary wizards are forbidden from keeping them. It looks like Professor Locknir is quite an extraordinary professor."

"Yeah," Kyle said. "Without real ability, he could not have been invited by the Romanian Dragon Sanctuary."

"The dragon sanctuary?"

"Oh, that was a few years ago." Kyle explained. "Before our fourth year began—that was also when I first