Early the next morning.
Since it was still the Christmas vacation, Wright had slightly modified his schedule as early as the first day of the vacation, so the alarm clock was not set to ring at half past seven as usual.
But even so, Wright was woken up by a burst of sweet-sounding birdsong around eight o'clock.
"Fat Head?" Wright, who was lying on the bed, turned over in a daze, "That's not right, Fat Head's scream is not that nice? And Fat Head usually doesn't come to the dormitory at this time... "
The chirping of the birds continued, and seemed to become more and more shrill as time went on.
"Stop screaming!" Wright put the quilt over his head and stretched out his hand to wave in an impatient manner, "What are you doing so early in the morning! Is there anyone sleeping here?"
The bird flying beside the bed saw the hand waving in front of him, then looked at Wright who was still under the quilt and didn't want to come out, and suddenly pecked the back of the impolite hand with its beak. .
"Ouch!"
Wright immediately let out a scream and woke up from his half-asleep state.
"Who! Who is it!"
Wright opened the quilt angrily and was about to find the murderer who pecked him, but his attention was immediately attracted by the bird flying beside the bed.
This is an extremely luxurious-looking bird with bright red feathers. It is about the same size as a swan. Its long golden tail feathers are gently swaying behind it. Its beak and claws are also very long in the same color as the tail feathers. He was tilting his head and looking at Wright who was sitting up on the bed.
"Is this... a phoenix?" Wright stretched out his hand and slowly looked towards the golden phoenix that suddenly appeared in his dormitory. "Except the color is prettier, it looks almost like a chicken!"
As if sensing Wright's impolite thoughts, the phoenix pecked Wright's hand again. But this time it was much harsher than last time, and the back of Wright's hand immediately turned red.
"Hiss!" Wright retracted his hand like an electric shock. He gasped in pain, and the severe pain made his brain become completely clear in an instant.
"Are you Dumbledore's phoenix?" Wright rubbed his hands and asked the phoenix with extremely high intelligence. He couldn't remember the name of the phoenix.
Phoenix nodded.
"Dumbledore wants me to go to the principal's office now?" Wright continued to ask.
Phoenix continued to nod.
"Okay, wait for me to wash up." Wright jumped out of bed.
After a while, Wright was fully dressed and stood in front of the phoenix again, looking brand new.
The phoenix was standing boredly on the cat stand where Felicia always liked to stay. If Felicia saw this, she might make a fuss again.
Wright couldn't help but secretly feel lucky that Felicia ran away to nowhere last night. Although he didn't know why it hadn't come back until now, it still saved a little trouble.
"Then let's go now!" Wright stretched out his hand towards Phoenix, trying to get Phoenix to stand on his arm, "I think you should know how to get to the principal's office."
Phoenix glanced at Wright, who couldn't figure out what that look meant.
Then Phoenix grabbed Wright's hand.
There was a flash of light, and the person and the bird disappeared in an instant.
Quietness returned to the dormitory.
…
It was as if pressure from all directions were squeezing towards him at the same time, and Wright felt like he was being squeezed so hard that he couldn't breathe. Fortunately, this time did not last long. After a while, Wright felt as if he had been squeezed out of a very narrow rubber tube, and his whole body felt a little bad.
After several more seconds, Wright slowly recovered and his mind reconnected with his feelings. Then he remembered that it was written in the book that the phoenix could take people with it to teleport.
The phoenix screamed and left Wright's arm, flying to a golden perch in the room.
Wright followed the movement of the phoenix and looked over, and soon he saw the principal sitting behind the desk working.
Dumbledore put down the quill in his hand, straightened the feathers of the phoenix that flew beside him, then looked at Wright and said with a smile: "Good morning, Mr. Pass."
"Good morning, Headmaster Dumbledore." Wright responded somewhat cautiously.
"Sit, sit," Dumbledore motioned for Wright to sit down on the chair in front of his desk. "I'm sorry that I forgot to tell you the password to the principal's office last night, but fortunately Fox can take you there directly. Come to the principal's office, which just saves you that step."
"Yeah." Wright glanced at Fox, who was already resting on the perch with his eyes closed.
"We..." Dumbledore was about to speak.
Suddenly, Wright's stomach made some untimely noises.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you hadn't had breakfast at this time." Dumbledore snapped his fingers and said somewhere, "Please help bring a breakfast, thank you."
"Let's wait until you finish breakfast before we talk. I still have some things to deal with now." Dumbledore winked at Wright, then waved the quill in his hand, "But Mr. Paz, you can first Go back and have a chat with the Sorting Hat, I think he really misses you."
"Okay." Wright stood up from his chair and walked behind the desk, where the Sorting Hat was placed on a shelf.
"Wright, it's a pleasure to see you again. It's a great honor." The hat, which was still in tatters and patched, bowed to Wright, but actually just nodded the tip of its hat.
Dumbledore suddenly waved his wand in this direction, and a film-like light shield suddenly appeared between Wright and him. Wright found that he could no longer hear the rustle of the quill writing from Dumbledore's side. .
"What a soundproofing spell!" Wright glanced at Dumbledore, then turned to look at the Sorting Hat.
"I'm glad to meet you again, Hat." Wright squatted on the ground, keeping his face and hat at the same level.
"Well, before we talk, can you help me take a shower?" The Sorting Hat suddenly twisted a little coyly.
"… good."
…
Cleaning the Sorting Hat is relatively simple. First, wet it with a stream of clear water, then clean it with several steps, then use the Drying Charm to dry the hat, and finally use the Vanishing Charm to remove all the water stains and dirt. Just clean it up.
At this time, the Sorting Hat, who looked a little cleaner, said: "Ah! It's such a refreshing feeling that I haven't seen in a long time!"
Wright twitched the corner of his mouth, you can feel the refreshing feeling of a ghost with just a hat!