15 15. Phoenix King!

"Choo Choo Choo!"

The newborn screamed angrily at his master's call and even ate the eggshells. Stumbling out, he pecked at Wayne's fingers. The little guy's attacks were like scratching an itch, leaving Wayne scratching his head in confusion. He couldn't understand why it was so angry.

"No, no one can evolve to the final form right after birth. I should call you Spearow," Wayne said.

'Spearow' stopped pecking his fingers, trembling all over, and then pecked even faster. Even the system was left speechless, which was a rare occurrence.

[Host, this is Phoenix King.]

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

Upon closer inspection, it looked like a Phoenix King, except it had no hair and resembled a bird with a large beak. The little guy raised his head proudly as if to say, "Master, you finally recognized my identity." He then turned his head, pointed his butt towards Wayne, and began chewing on the eggshell.

Seeing the Phoenix King enjoying its meal, Wayne felt ecstatic. 

This was Phoenix King, a legendary Pokémon with various magical abilities that could even resurrect the dead. While its combat power was not strong compared to other mythical creatures, it was not weakling compared to ordinary Pokémon. It surpassed the Phoenix in this world by far.

The two gift packages from the system were filled with sincerity. An SS-level template card had brought Wayne's talent to a historical level. The other pet turned out to be the Phoenix King, and the cards were immediately filled up.

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

[By absorbing energy-containing food, the Phoenix King can grow over time. By defeating other magical animals, you can also gain battle experience and accelerate upgrading.]

Wayne nodded, finding the request quite simple. Looking at the little guy about to finish eating all the eggshells, Wayne smiled.

"From now on, I'll call you Fox. When I get to Hogwarts, I'll take you to level up in the Forbidden Forest and help you reach your peak as soon as possible."

Upon hearing his master's words, the Phoenix King chirped and flapped its little wings on its chest, as if making a guarantee.

...

In the following days, Wayne transformed into a nanny, taking care of Fox at home every day. He bought a lot of pet food from the Magical Creatures Store and let Fox choose the flavor he liked. He also purchased a few bottles of horned beast milk at a high price, which the Fox enjoyed.

Within a week, Hermione returned the book to Wayne.

When Wayne asked Hermione if she wanted to read more books, she refused.

She wanted to start previewing the first-grade textbooks so that she wouldn't be overwhelmed when school started.

Wayne was taken aback. They usually did their previewing the night before class, so he wondered how they would start preparing during summer vacation.

Back home, besides playing with Fox, Wayne didn't learn any more magic spells. Instead, he shifted his focus to herbalism and potions.

Selling prank products or interesting potions, like the twins, was a great way to make money as a little wizard.

Wayne wanted to improve his potion level as soon as possible, develop special products, explore new tracks, avoid becoming stagnant, and excel in his studies.

Thanks to his talent for the memory palace, his learning progress was impressive, and he occasionally attempted to refine potions himself without making any major mistakes.

However, Wayne still felt a bit dissatisfied. Compared to other talents that were always SS and S-level, having an A-level potion talent seemed low.

But there wasn't much he could do. He was currently broke, with only a few points, so he couldn't even participate in a lottery if he wanted to.

Wayne was eagerly anticipating the start of school.

Finally, August 31st arrived.

After Humphrey finished work in the evening, he went straight to Wayne's house. He planned to stay the night and take Wayne to King's Cross Station early the next morning.

Looking at his sister's only son, Humphrey couldn't help but offer some advice.

"You must prioritize safety in the magical world. From what I know, they dealt with a major turmoil ten years ago. If you ever encounter danger, you can contact the Minister of Magic directly or reach out to me. As long as it's within the British Isles, I can handle it for you."

At the end of his sentence, Humphrey couldn't help but straighten his suit, and a smile appeared on his face.

Wayne noticed this and asked tentatively, "Uncle Humphrey, are you going to... get a promotion?"

"I'm not sure yet." Humphrey waved his hand modestly but couldn't hide his smile.

"Sir Arnold has decided to retire and he thinks I've done a good job."

Wayne referred to Arnold as the Big Devil, as he was the most influential person in the British Isles. The prime minister was just a figurehead, and the true power players were the civilian secretaries.

"In that case, congratulations in advance, Uncle," Wayne said, raising his glass and finishing the milk inside it. Humphrey also finished his glass of red wine, placed it down, and sighed.

"Finally, we can get rid of Huck, a third-rate minister."

Wayne looked at him thoughtfully and replied, "I think a proper push isn't such a bad thing."

"You mean... push Huck up?" Humphrey's expression was incredible.

"Are you kidding, Wayne? He...he's just a third-rate politician who graduated from a political and economics college. How is that possible?"

"None of this is important. What's important is that you and Uncle Huck have been working together for three years, so you know everything."

"Instead of switching to a partner you're not familiar with, why not continue to cooperate? Wouldn't that be a good idea?"

Hearing this, Humphrey fell into deep thought.

Indeed, as Wayne said, if Huck becomes Prime Minister, it won't take much effort for him to cooperate.

Although Huck may have his approval rating as his main focus, occasional bursts of killer instinct will frustrate him.

But fundamentally, he's still a good old politician, so there's no need to worry too much.

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

...

The next day, it was half-past ten when Wayne arrived at King's Cross station on time.