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Chapter 323 Moon Black Wind High Deformation Night 【Subscription, Pursuit】

"Ah, a phoenix egg, don't be nervous."

Following Amber's gaze, Newt also saw the huge egg nestled in the stars and flames.

But compared to the amazed Amber, Newt seemed lighthearted.

"I've been looking for this for a long time, but I don't know why, he has no way to hatch.

"I think this phoenix egg should have an owner, and he should be waiting for the arrival of a destined owner. 39

Hearing Newt's judgment, Amber nodded, not surprised.

Unlike other magical animals, phoenixes rarely reproduce.

Every phoenix can live forever in the world through nirvana, which means that in the past thousand years, basically every phoenix has an owner.

Even the Cadmus family had a phoenix back then, but with the fall of a certain generation of ancestors, the phoenix did not know where it went.

So a phoenix egg with a master is really not a big fuss.

Amber was just surprised that Newt was able to find a phoenix egg.

Having figured this out, Amber nodded and got to work.

I have to say that Newt is indeed a genius in the research of magical animals.

In the small suitcase, Amber could almost see him. All the amazing animals you know.

The booklet he taught Newt before 813 was actually collected by Newt in just half an hour.

Even the phoenix, who has always seen the head but not the tail of the dragon, has such an egg there.

"Sure enough, Professor.

Amber stretched out his hand and pressed the phoenix egg, carefully feeling the magic rhythm in the phoenix egg through the magic power, and opened his mouth in admiration.

"I said don't call me a professor, but I'm not really good at teaching.

Newt, who was busy beside him, shrugged.

Although his teaching materials have now become the only designated teaching materials for the protection of magical animals in Europe.

But he wasn't keen on teaching students.

Newt was a researcher at heart, not a professor.

So at this time, after seeing that Amber was on the right track, Newt just said hello and crawled out of the box with his own sniffles.

Watching Newt leave involuntarily, Amber didn't care.

While feeling the life characteristics of the phoenix egg with his magic power, he freed up his hands and began to prepare potions for himself.

A f*ck Gus's transformation is (cjca) needs potion to cooperate.

This kind of potion can only be completed by brewing it with one's own hands and releasing one's own magic power at different stages.

So, for a long time, Amber spent in Newt's box.

He wasn't worried at Hogwarts, he had already sent a letter to Dumbledore and Snape asking for leave as early as half an hour when Newt was helping him collect Fantastic Beasts.

This time, when he returned to Hogwarts, he must have returned in the form of a f*ck Gus.

So, Amber ate and lodged in Newt's box, and while experiencing the life essence of various magical animals, he began to systematically study Af*ck Gus.

Amber knows a lot about the magic of Af*ck Gus.

For a long time, most of the things he signed from Professor McGonagall were about the experience and comprehension of Af*ck Gus.

Although at the time these things seemed like tasteless, useless.

But when it comes to real learning today, these experiences have become Amber's most valuable asset.

Although what Amber was trying to accomplish was the F*ck Gus of Fantastic Beasts, he was able to do it all, and as a veteran transfiguration master, McGonagall's experience was a great inspiration to him.

Before I knew it, half a month had passed.

In the past half month, Amber has invested a large amount of potions, almost all of which can fill Newt's storage box.

For these raw materials, Amber even stopped studying several times, returned to the Hogwarts legacy, and took out a lot of good things.

But after half a month, countless precious raw materials condensed into a thin oak leaf.

A bright silver light shone on this leaf, like the stars in the sky, falling on the veins of the leaf.

Above the leaves, various magical rhythms alternately appear, these are the life characteristics of Newt's magical beasts.

And that's what makes F*ck Gus's learning difficult for Fantastic Beasts.

Not only the wizard himself needs to have a deep understanding of the life system of various magical animals.

And on the oak leaf as the medium of deformation, it is also necessary to engrave various rhythms of life.

Fortunately, with the help of Newt, Amber even took a drop of blood from each animal to complete the process.

Amber sighed softly at the gleaming silver oak leaves.

"It's going to contain this leaf for more than a month."

"Then bury it under the tree and wait for a thunderstorm to officially begin to deform.

After carefully recalling the steps that followed, Amber resolutely stuffed the leaf into his mouth.

As soon as the oak leaves entered, there was a stinging pain.

The surging magic power on the leaves is connected with the blood of various magical animals, and Amber is in contact with each other in an instant, and the process of mutual understanding and fusion begins slowly.

And when this oak leaf was imported, Amber could only live on juice for half a month.

After all, eating and drinking can’t leave his mouth, and Amber is also afraid, don’t swallow this precious elephant tree leaf by mistake while eating and chewing.

"Professor, I'm leaving. 99

"I said don't call me a professor, just walk slowly and don't send me off."

Newt waved his hand without looking back, he was still immersed in his own world of magical animals.

And after Amber walked out of Newt's apartment, he pressed his pocket watch and casually teleported to a secluded hillside, quietly waiting for the night of transformation.

Day by day, Amber has been experiencing the changes in his body.

He could feel a trace of extremely weak, but extremely clear blood vessels seeping into his body.

Then it gradually merged with itself, and finally formed a unique rhythm.

This feeling comes and goes.

And when Amber felt it. It was exactly half a month after the last magic rhythm disappeared from the oak leaves.

After the expiration, Amber did not dare to neglect, took out the oak leaves from his mouth, put them in a sterling silver jar, carefully sealed it, and buried it under a big tree.

Then, when he felt the foreign object in his mouth disappear, Amber raised his head and looked at the sky faintly.

"The next step is to wait for a thunderstorm night."