You Can't Neglect Your Ambitions Like Prewett!

Dumbledore circled upstairs and downstairs twice but couldn't find Fawkes, so he asked for directions from a painting nearby.

The painting closest to him shows a short, chubby gray zebra grazing casually on the grass.

Its short tail sweeps back and forth.

A short, stout knight in armor ran in from the edge of the picture frame, clattering as he galloped toward the chubby little horse.

His metal armor had grass stains on the knees, indicating he had just fallen off his horse.

Sir Cadogan.

Dumbledore approached the portrait and greeted the knight in armor, "Have you seen Fawkes?"

"Oh, my esteemed sir!" Sir Cadogan was startled by Dumbledore's voice, quickly removing his mask and giving Dumbledore a knightly salute. "If you are referring to the Phoenix, then I have indeed seen it."

"It's near the tower next door."

Sir Cadogan drew his short sword from his waist, raised it high, and shouted, "I offer you my sword, my lord!"

"If you need help, I can take you there."

Sir Cadogan closed his mask again, looking ready to pounce.

"Thank you for your help," Dumbledore nodded.

"Charge! Oya!"

Sir Cadogan let out a strange cry and trotted off to his little fat horse, trying to mount it.

But the chubby little horse was clearly very resistant, constantly trying to hide.

"Damn it! Stop it!"

"You are my horse!" Sir Cadogan shouted, brandishing his short sword. "I am your knight!"

"You need to obey orders, horse!"

Sir Cadogan quickly became exhausted.

He collapsed onto the grass with a thud, wiped his sweaty face, and, panting heavily, stretched out a hand to Dumbledore.

"Please wait a moment, my esteemed sir!"

Do you need help?

"If you can..."

Dumbledore extended a finger and pressed it against the chubby pony in the painting.

"Aha! Come on, horse!"

Sir Cadogan circled around behind the pony, huffed and puffed as he climbed up, and gripped the reins tightly.

"A great expedition!" he exclaimed excitedly, brandishing his short sword. "Follow me, my esteemed lord!"

"Let's celebrate victory!"

Sir Cadogan rode his pony, clattering out of the meadow and into another portrait.

"Excuse me, friends! Please make way!"

"Excuse me."

"We are charging towards our goal!"

Sir Cadogan, riding a pony, moves through the paintings on the wall, sometimes up, sometimes down, sometimes from right to left, and sometimes from left to right.

A group of noblewomen in boutonnieres were terrified by him, Dumbledore had to speak up to comfort them.

"Excuse me, ladies..."

"We are embarking on a great expedition!" Sir Cadogan's voice came from afar.

He walked up the stairs for a while before stopping. "Let's cheer for the great victory!"

When Dumbledore came up, Sir Cadogan pulled on the reins, and the pony's forelegs lifted about an inch off the ground before falling back down.

They're probably too fat to stand up... both of them.

"It's just ahead, esteemed sir!"

"Thank you, Sir Cadogan."

"Farewell!" Sir Cadogan cried, plunging headfirst into a nearby painting, the rest of his words echoing from another painting.

"If you require a noble spirit and a strong body, then summon Sir Cadogan!"

"Whoosh!"

Sir Cadogan slapped his horse's rump, preparing for a gallop, but the short, stout pony impatiently threw him off, leaving him sprawled like a turtle on its back...

Dumbledore continued walking forward, puzzled. "How did Fawkes end up here?"

As a rare Phoenix, Fawkes rarely has the opportunity to meet its own kind, so it spends most of its time in the Headmaster's Office and doesn't interact with others.

It's really strange that I ended up here for no reason.

Dumbledore walked up the stairs, stood in the corner and looked out, his eyes widening in surprise.

The strange look in his eyes just now turned odd.

He saw Silan grab a few seeds from his hand and toss them into the air. Before the seeds hit the ground, Fawkes's figure flashed through the air several times, and he caught all the seeds in his mouth.

Then Fawkes slowly flew back onto Silan's shoulder.

Are you taking your bird for a walk?!

Dumbledore's beard twitched.

When did Fawkes and Prewett become such good friends?

And how come I didn't know that?

Seeing Fawkes allow Silan to stroke its feathers, Dumbledore's gaze became even more peculiar.

He knew that Fawkes wasn't usually very friendly and had almost never let anyone else touch him except him.

But now...

Dumbledore fell into deep thought, and the more he thought about it, the more uneasy he felt, as if his pet, which he had enjoyed for many years, had suddenly been kidnapped by someone else.

"That shouldn't be the case. Even if he can communicate with Fawkes, they shouldn't be this close in such a short time..." Dumbledore muttered to himself.

He's touching and stroking it so much; anyone who didn't know better would think Fawkes is his pet.

Dumbledore retreated silently.

He felt inexplicably awkward about going out now.

"That shouldn't be the case..."

Dumbledore frowned, muttering to himself as he walked, still unable to understand.

Malfoy, who was passing by, glanced at Dumbledore with a puzzled look, wondering what was going on today.

Why are so many people acting so strangely?

The Granger I just saw was fiddling with his hair the whole way, occasionally adjusting his clothes in front of the window, and muttering things like "bird" and "little witch."

The Dumbledore we see now is deep in thought, muttering to himself incessantly.

That's really strange.

"Perhaps we've encountered some kind of magical puzzle of the century," Malfoy thought to himself.

After all, a problem that can give a wizard of Dumbledore's caliber a headache must be something extraordinary.

Malfoy shook his head and walked up the stairs. As he passed the corner, he inexplicably glanced towards the corridor.

He saw Prewett walking his bird.

Malfoy glanced at Silan, who was playing with the bird, with a strange expression, and then suddenly grinned crookedly.

Ha, Prewett is a wastrel, Granger is insane. It seems I'll have to lead Hogwarts.

Malfoy gave a cold smile, flicked his robe, and strode away.

I'm going to do something big!

Don't let yourself become like Prewett, wasting your life on trivial pursuits!

Silan, however, seemed completely unconcerned about these matters.

What interests him most right now is the virtual screen that pops up in front of him.

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