Phoenix Metamorphosis Plus!
The blazing sun beat down on the earth.
However, in the ancient castles of Nottingham Forest, some people do not seek refuge in the shade of the castles or under the trees.
Instead, they found themselves in the middle of a fireplace that was only used in winter.
Even more surprisingly, there were two such people, and both of them were women.
There were eight stoves, each burning with fiery red feathers, crackling and popping.
The two women were of different heights and builds, one plump and the other thin, but the only thing they had in common was that they both had snow-white skin and not a drop of sweat on their skin.
It was as if they were in a cool icebox, or an air-conditioned room in the Muggle world.
And judging from their appearance, the two of them seem to be going to sit in the fireplace forever.
However, a clear male voice made the two open their eyes.
"Kate, Penelope, I suddenly have an idea. Why don't you two switch to the same batch of feathers for practice?"
"After all, you are not me, so this way of practicing might be better." This was a handsome young man, as if he had stepped out of a Greece sculpture or ink painting.
He was sitting cross-legged above the two of them, occasionally inhaling the smoke from the burning stove.
He was like someone inhaling the cigarette smoke produced by the two girls below.
"You little brat!!!"
"I finally managed to calm down."
"We won't waste anything here."
"Just treat this as a practice session for your Phoenix Metamorphosis."
"The smoke from burning Phoenix Feather, doesn't it—well, in your words, increase your proficiency in Phoenix Metamorphosis?" Kate, who was the most restless, stood up irritably.
He didn't pay any attention to what Ryan said.
Penelope, however, was different; she paid attention to "what does 'from the same batch' mean."
Ryan teleported to the open space in front of them, shook his gray robe, and began to recount the Phoenix Nirvana story he had just heard from Ollivander.
"The furnaces around you are all burning Fawkes feathers, but they are from different batches."
"This might affect your entry into the Phoenix Metamorphosis." Ryan waved his hand, and the eight Winky silver furnaces around the two women went out.
The feathers that hadn't burned completely turned into a ruby-like liquid, which, along with the flames, seeped into Ryan's body.
Ryan naturally knew about the batch.
However, he believes that these things do not need to be considered during practice.
Moreover, Kate and Penelope's bodies contained bodily fluids injected by him.
With his help as a humanoid Phoenix, the Phoenix Metamorphosis should be able to get started quickly.
But he forgot that what he taught Kate and the others was the Phoenix Metamorphosis, which he had improved many times.
During practice, there's no need to recite those long, bird-like poems praising and describing the Phoenix.
After entering the path, one will also possess the magic of the Phoenix, and can transform into a real Phoenix for a short period of time.
While this new version of the Phoenix Metamorphosis cannot grant immortality, a skilled wizard might find a way to extend their lifespan through it.
This is precisely why, even with their absurdly high magical skills, Kate and Penelope, despite frequently ingesting Ryan's bodily fluids, were unable to quickly master the basics.
You should know that Ryan's bodily fluids are the best Potions for transforming the body.
Compared to that, the Potions Harry brewed was like comparing an elephant to an ant.
The example of Phoebe, who has mastered the art of controlling her Veela bloodline, is a testament to this.
Thinking of this, Ryan couldn't help but think of Phoebe.
Her lips, and every inch of her skin, felt like they were on fire when touched, which was extremely stimulating.
And this was before her Veela bloodline was developed. Now, if she doesn't control her charm, it's no exaggeration to say that a single glance from her can put people into a sage mode.
Even Ryan could only leave by leaning against the wall.
The only person who could do this was Nagini.
However, Nagini's attack is physical, while Phoebe's attack is magical.
"What are you thinking, you little brat?" Kate looked at her own unremarkable appearance, and at Penelope's fluctuating emotions.
There's no leakage.
But as Ryan's long-time wife, she was certain that Ryan was thinking about something lewd.
Penelope also looked at Ryan with suspicion.
"Nothing."
"I just saw Potter and Weasley make a fool of themselves." Ryan waved his hand, and the scene shifted to Diagon Alley.
Harry and Ron were standing in a building that looked like a dictionary laid flat.
Even the material itself looks like it's made of paper and leather.
The entrance to this building is located on the spine of the book, with the following text ironed out on both sides: Flourish and Blotts, selling fine books in 125 BC.
Harry and Ron were arguing.
"It's all your fault. You insisted on going to the shop, which forced us to spend a lot of money on wand checks and maintenance." Harry rubbed his messy hair with one hand.
"But it also allowed me to make a new friend."
"And Harry, can you deny that our wands have become even shinier?" Ron pulled out his wand and rubbed it against his face.
Seeing this, the surrounding wizards took their hands out of their pockets.
Harry was certain that all the wizards around him had their hands on their wands just now.
Ron's actions just now were like pulling out a gun in the street.
If it weren't for the fact that everyone in the magical world has a "gun" and wears a "bulletproof vest".
Harry suspected that Ron would be killed by the multicolored beam of magic the moment he drew his wand.
"Ron, let's not talk about what just happened."
"But we've been out here for so long now."
"What if Mrs. Weasley finds out?"
"Why don't we just go back?"
"There's nothing much to see at Flourish and Blotts." Harry hadn't finished speaking when Ron pulled him into the bookstore.
"Are you sure?" Ron pointed to the corner.
In the original Flourish and Blotts, that was the window display, which usually showed spellbooks as big as floor tiles with gold reliefs.
But now those kinds of books are gone, replaced by a large iron cage containing about a hundred books.
The books were locked together, engaged in a furious wrestling match, biting and fighting fiercely, with torn pages flying everywhere.
Merlin!
These books are simply—
"I wonder which unlucky souls will buy them." Harry went in and took a look.
These books look pretty good; they have green covers with gold titles printed on them: "The Monster Book of Monsters".
But when they're moving, they absolutely don't inspire any desire to buy them; they look like some kind of strangely shaped crab.
The manager, who was standing nearby, saw Harry approaching and hurriedly came forward to greet him.
"Hogwarts, right?"
"Please move aside," the manager said impatiently, shoving Harry aside.
He put on a thick pair of gloves, picked up a thick, knotted cane, and walked toward the iron cage containing "The Monster Book of Monsters".
"Harry, it seems like we're the unlucky ones." Ron nudged Harry.