Chapter 007: Tracey

"It's impossible, the strength of this magic is at least...... It's at least close to the seventh order...... How could other wands ...... Why is there no response? Ollivander grabbed a wand and shoved it into Catherine's hand.

Catherine meticulously repeated the action just now, but there was still no response, and she changed several times in a row, but there was no response.

"Looks like this is the only one that will make you react," said Ollivander disappointed, "but......" He didn't go any further, but wrapped the wand and put it in Catherine's hand.

Catherine paid and walked out of the store with it in her hands, her eyes showing some frustration.

"In my class, only idiots and idiots need to wave their wands." Snape's icy voice rang above her.

Catherine looked up, but Snape didn't look at her, he was looking at the orange sunset in the distance. His words seemed to be swearing, but the girl could tell that he was trying to comfort herself.

"Thank you, Professor." Catherine whispered.

"Now only pets are left." Snape pulled the girl towards the babbling owl mall.

"Can I do without an owl?" Catherine was inquiring, but her attitude was very resolute, as if she had been pinned to the ground, and no matter how much Snape stared, she did not move.

"You'll be glad that it's not just owls who deliver letters, but most of them are virtuous." Snape gloated and pulled her towards the Amazing Zoo.

It's a store that sells magical creatures, there isn't much space in the store, and there are cages hanging every inch on the wall, and the shop is smelly and noisy, because the little creatures in the cages are making all kinds of noises, which makes the witch standing behind the counter have to raise her voice when entertaining guests.

Catherine looked at the animals in the shop, the purple toad with huge eyes, the large tortoise with gem-encrusted hard shells, the poisonous orange snail, the rabbit that kept turning into a silk top hat, the cats of all colors, the noisy raven, the mustard-colored soft fur ball, and a large cage of black rats...... It really lives up to the name of the Fantastic Zoo, but she doesn't like these animals.

"Professor, I think—" Catherine was about to signal to Snape to leave, but was suddenly caught in the eye by a flash of cyan.

It was a small blue bird, very ordinary, smaller than a sparrow, standing on a branch, looking at the shop with its emerald eyes, but its haughty look, as if staying here, had defiled it.

As soon as Snape heard Catherine's voice, he saw her suddenly walk towards a corner, completely unaware of whether she was getting on the feathers of the animals or stepping on their droppings, and Snape had no idea what she was looking for, except that when he tried to stop her, he was stopped.

"Don't worry!" The witch who had been entertaining the others suddenly came to his side, "Maybe she'll see it." ”

"See what?" Snape quietly held his wand as he noticed that the rest of the shop had left at some point.

"A magical bird!"

At this moment the little cyan bird, which the proprietress called magical, also saw Catherine, and it looked at her until she carefully reached out to it, and the girl was not sure if it really existed, because it really did not feel like a mortal thing.

The bird looked down at Catherine's hand, and suddenly jumped up, it was physical - the girl could feel its pair of blue claws grasping her fingers firmly, but it was so light that it barely felt the weight, and if it weren't for its claws, she would have thought a feather had fallen on her hand.

Catherine gently stroked its supple feathers, feeling its warm heartbeat, and perhaps it had guessed the girl's suspicions, and it pecked her with its little blue beak.

"Can you see it?" A surprised female voice came from behind Catherine, who turned to see the proprietress looking at her hand with a heavy black glasses.

"Yes," asked Catherine, puzzled, "can't you see?" She noticed that the shop had suddenly become quiet, and at first she thought it was Snape's fault, only to find that all the animals had stopped barking, and even the sounds outside the store seemed to have disappeared.

"Of course, only its owner and those allowed by its owner can see it." The witch said in an exaggerated voice, "Quick, you can make it shape." ”

"Conjure ......"

"Don't say with your mouth, think with your heart." The witch stopped Catherine, "If you are truly its chosen master, it will obey your orders." ”

Catherine thought half-incredulously: conjure.

The little bird flew, and then, as if by inflated magic, its body, its feathers, its beak, and its claws all began to grow in size, until it was the size of a crane, and it stopped until it was the size of a crane, and it now had a silver tail, as long as a peacock's tail, a pair of silver claws, and a long, sharp silver beak, and all its feathers turned dark green, and it gathered its two huge wings and landed on Catherine's outstretched arm.

Aside from the pair of glasses, which still shone like emeralds, Catherine saw nothing in common with the original.

"It's changed, hasn't it?" The witch asked through the pair of dark glasses.

"yes, it's like-"

"Don't say it, kid, don't say it!" The witch said in a soft, vague voice, as if coming from the sky, "Just as don't let anyone else see it, don't tell anyone else about its illusion, because it's about your safety." ”

Catherine turned to look at the witch, and the girl looked at the girl with her eyes wide open, which had been doubled.

"What the hell is it?" Snape interrupted their gaze.

"You've heard its name!" The witch clasped her hands together and had a pious expression on her face, "No, everyone, including Muggles, has heard of its name, but no one can ever find it, it only appears in front of those who are related to it, it does not attack anyone, because it has almost no ability, but it has the most magical magic, the one that anyone expects and even wants to exchange all his life for, a magic that brings good luck and avoids danger." ”

Catherine suddenly looked at the big bird on her arm in surprise, and she remembered, she remembered its name, that name full of magic.

"Blue Bird!"

"Yes, it's the bluebird that brings good luck!" The witch held out her hand, and the bluebird touched it with her beak, "My family has always run this magical zoo, but we never found it until its first owner, pointed to it and asked my ancestors what it was, and my ancestors didn't know that there was actually a bluebird in their shop."

The bluebird has always chosen its own owner, since its previous owner died, it has not found a new owner for a long time, I didn't expect that it would choose you today, child, what is your name. ”

"Catherine."

"What's your family name?"

"I'm an orphan, and I haven't figured out my origins yet."

"You'll figure it out soon, because you have Tracey now." The witch nodded, "Yes, that's its name. Let it be restored to its original form. ”

Restore the original form, Catherine thought.

Tracey immediately turned back into her original blue bird, which was not as big as a sparrow, and jumped onto Catherine's shoulder.

"You come with me." "As for you," said the witch to Catherine, "as for you," she looked Snape up and down carefully, and then said politely, "please wait here for a moment, for I have sworn only to the owner of the bluebird and the heir to the shop." ”

Snape frowned slightly before nodding at Catherine, who was looking at him, before the girl followed the witch into a door behind the counter.

It was a completely enclosed room, with no windows or any gaps, and the witch closed the door and shut out the animal cries that had resounded in the shop, and then, with a wave of her wand, Catherine saw a few rays of light light from several hidden corners of the room, and they flickered, and then she realized that she could no longer hear the slightest sound outside.

"Well, now don't be afraid of people eavesdropping." The witch pulled two chairs out of the air, "Sit down, do you want tea?" ”

"No, thank you." Catherine replied with a smile.

The witch gave Catherine a strange look, and sat down across from the girl.

"Now, what I want to tell you is the secret about the Blue Bird that has been handed down to me by the successive owners of the Blue Bird."

Catherine immediately sat upright.

"First of all, the bluebird's illusion," the witch cleared her throat, "and the bluebird's illusion is exactly the same, the animal of opposite colors is zài, and it is definitely a rare animal, but you will definitely meet it, because its owner is your worst enemy." ”

"Are you sure?" Catherine asked with a slight frown.

"This is the account of the previous owners of the blue bird, but I am not the owner of the blue bird, so I am not sure." The witch said noncommittally, "When you see it, you'll know if it's real." ”

Catherine was a little dissatisfied, but there was nothing unusual in her expression.

"Next, I want to tell you about the weakness of the bluebird, yes, the bluebird's good luck is indeed very powerful, therefore, no one can catch it, but its owner is an exception." The witch pointed to Catherine's chest, "That is to say, as long as you are accused by someone else, he can control you to catch the bluebird, as long as you put the bluebird in a cage, it will have no effect, because the bluebird can only bring you good luck if it is within your sight." ”

"So the weakness of the bluebird is its owner?" Catherine asked in surprise.

"Yes," the witch nodded, "but it's unlikely to happen, if someone else wants to control you, you have to pass the Blue Bird level first, and if you want to pass the Blue Bird level, you have to control you first." ”

Catherine secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

"Finally, what I want to tell you is about hiding from danger - the bluebird can help its master avoid any danger, including death, but," the witch raised her voice suddenly, "there is a price to pay, and the greater the danger to dodge, the greater the price to pay, and when the bluebird helps its master avoid death, then it will have to pay with its own life." ”

"You mean," Catherine's eyes widened, "it died for me." ”

"That's right," the witch's eyes revealed a cold light, "the scythe of the god of death, the fontanelle ù 咭桓隽 hazelnut emperor quietly faded!"