Chapter 15

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"Choo Choo Choo!" 

The newborn creature cried out angrily when he heard his master call him. He even ate his eggshells. He stumbled out and pecked Wayne's fingers. Due to his small size, his attacks felt like gentle scratches.

Wayne scratched his head in confusion. He didn't understand why the little guy was so angry. "No one can evolve to their final form right after birth. I should call you 'Spearow.'"

The little creature, now called 'Spearow,' stopped pecking Wayne's fingers. His whole body trembled, and then he started pecking even faster. Even the system was left speechless and chose to intervene.

"[Host, this is the Phoenix King.]"

"F*ck!" Wayne exclaimed. He looked at the little guy in surprise. "Is this the Phoenix King?"

If you looked closely, you could see that it resembled a Phoenix King. However, it had no feathers and looked more like a bird with a big beak. The little guy raised his head proudly, as if to say, "Master, you finally recognized my identity." He then turned, showed his backside to Wayne, and continued chewing on the eggshell.

Seeing the Phoenix King enjoy his meal, Wayne felt ecstatic. This was the Phoenix King, a legendary Pokémon with magical abilities that could even resurrect the dead. Although its combat power wasn't the strongest compared to other mythical beasts, it was certainly powerful compared to ordinary Pokémon and even quasi-gods. Compared to the Phoenix in this world, the Phoenix King was far superior.

The two gift packages from the system were sincerely generous. An SS-level template card had already elevated Wayne's talent to an extraordinary level. The other pet turned out to be the Phoenix King, filling Wayne with excitement.

"System, how can I upgrade the Phoenix King?" Wayne asked.

"[By absorbing energy-containing food, the Phoenix King can grow over time. By defeating other magical animals, it can also gain battle experience and upgrade faster.]"

Wayne nodded. The request seemed simple enough. He watched the little guy finish eating all the eggshells and smiled. "I will call you Phoenix King from now on. When we get to Hogwarts, I'll take you to the Forbidden Forest to level up and reach your full potential."

Hearing his master's words, the Phoenix King chirped and flapped its tiny wings against its chest, as if making a promise.

In the following days, Wayne became a caretaker for the Phoenix King at home. He bought various kinds of pet food from the Magical Creatures Store and let the Phoenix King choose his favorite flavors. He also bought some expensive horned beast milk, which the Phoenix King loved.

Within a week, Hermione returned the book she had borrowed from Wayne. When Wayne asked if she wanted any more books, Hermione declined. She planned to start reviewing the first-grade textbooks so she wouldn't fall behind at school.

Wayne was speechless. He usually only previewed the night before class, so he couldn't understand why she would start preparing during the summer vacation. Truly, she was the reigning Queen of Hogwarts.

Back home, besides playing with the Phoenix King, Wayne did not practice any additional magic spells. Instead, he shifted his focus to herbalism and potions. The best way to empty a young wizard's wallet was by selling prank products or interesting potions, much like the Weasley twins did.

Wayne had to improve his potion skills quickly, develop special products, explore new opportunities, avoid redundant efforts, and achieve success in challenging situations.

Thanks to his memory palace talent, his learning was amazing, and he occasionally tried potion-making on his own without making big mistakes. But Wayne was still a bit dissatisfied. Compared to other talents that were always SS and S-level, his A-level potion talent seemed a bit low. However, he couldn't do anything about it. He was broke and only had a few points, so he couldn't even afford a lottery ticket.

For some time, Wayne eagerly awaited the start of school. Finally, August 31st arrived. After Humphrey finished work in the evening, he went directly to Wayne's house. Humphrey would stay there tonight and take Wayne to King's Cross Station early the next morning.

Looking at his sister's only son, Humphrey couldn't help but give some advice. "You must be careful in the magical world. From what I know, there was some turmoil ten years ago. If you face any danger, you can go to the Minister of Magic or come to me. As long as the issue is within the British Isles, I can help you."

At the end of his speech, Humphrey straightened his suit, and a smile crept onto his face. Wayne noticed and asked, "Uncle Humphrey, are you getting promoted?"

"Not sure yet," Humphrey said modestly, but his smile gave him away. "Sir Arnold is retiring and thinks I've done a good job."

Arnold, whom Wayne called the Big Devil, was considered the most powerful man in the British Isles. The country's prime minister was just a public figure, while real power lay with the civil secretaries.

"Then I congratulate you in advance, Uncle," Wayne said, raising his glass and drinking all his milk. Humphrey finished his red wine, put down his glass, and sighed. "Finally, we can get rid of Huck, that third-rate minister."

Wayne thought for a moment. "I think a push might not be a bad idea."

"You mean... push Huck up?" Humphrey asked incredulously. "Are you kidding, Wayne? He's just a third-rate politician from a political and economics college. How is that possible?"

"That's not important," Wayne replied. "What's important is that you've worked with Huck for three years, so you know him well. Rather than switching to a new partner, why not continue to cooperate with Huck? Wouldn't that be a good idea?"

Humphrey thought about it. As Wayne had suggested, if Huck became Prime Minister, it wouldn't take much effort to cooperate with him. Although Huck was always concerned with his approval rating, his occasional bursts of determination were manageable. Essentially, Huck was still a good old politician, so there wasn't much to worry about.

"I'll consider what you said. Okay, let's not talk about this anymore..."

The next day, at ten-thirty, Wayne arrived at King's Cross station on time.