For a moment, the scene was extremely awkward, because everyone had actually considered all kinds of accidents when it came to the dangers of an Animagus transformation, but no one had ever imagined this sort of situation would happen to a Thunderbird.
Allen, who had been watching Hermione's reaction and holding back laughter, spoke up. "It's all right. I'll take it up for a flight. Its ability to create storms won't disappear."
That finally got Miss Know-It-All out of trouble. She kept her expression stern, trying to preserve her dignity, then stroked Cotton's fat head and handed it over to Allen—Allen seemed to have no confidence in his own strength, and simply hugged it with both hands before flying up into the sky.
George and Weasley said in unison, "Bill, you're pretty good at Quidditch. Maybe you could ride a broom and take it for a flight too?"
"My broom and I might not be able to carry it..." Bill turned his head and looked around. "Where's Percy?"
George curled his lip. "Don't worry about that guy, Bill. He went to send Lenn back to the Ministry of Magic."
After Allen had risen to a certain height, Penelope raised one eyebrow and continued to mock, "Hermione, you should be glad that Phoenix Allen got because of your wild advice isn't here, otherwise that big fat bird of yours would probably be beaten so swollen it got even fatter..."
Hermione glared at Penelope. "At least when I let my Cotton out, it doesn't scare people."
Allen carried Cotton through the air for a circuit, and the Thunderbird worked hard to flap its plump wings. Dark clouds soon spread across the sky, and under the influence of this creature, the light grew dimmer and dimmer. Heavy black clouds churned overhead, covering this