As hunters of the order Strigiformes, sharing the raptor category, the flight speed of owls is clearly not slow.
Although their absolute airspeed in the sky is slightly inferior to that of eagles and falcons, they are much more flexible when traversing complex spaces.
Therefore, even though the Emergency Rations deliberately used circling and occasional stops to reduce navigation speed, Ailina and the others still had to jog all the way to catch up.
As for the method of returning to navigation, since Ailina unfortunately got lost once, the smart Emergency Rations immediately removed this interfering option from its navigation mode.
"Well, arrived on time—Father Benitez, you really should exercise more..."
Ailina raised her hand, signaling the small fluff ball in mid-air to land on her arm, while looking at Father Benitez beside her, who was panting for breath.
Since Hogwarts sponsored the orphanage, Father Benitez, who no longer had to fight in black boxing matches, had obviously slacked off a lot in his exercise.
In Ailina's memory, before she entered school, Benitez wasn't as weak as he was now.
She frowned slightly, carefully looked at Benitez for a while, and whispered worriedly.
"Or rather, is this a sequela of 'that'?"
The documents that the Island of the Incubus handed over to Dumbledore did not mention whether there were any allergic constitutions or rejection reactions.
You know, the Werewolf Serum is, after all, a completely new concept serum that has not been extensively tested for a long time and only exists in the laboratory synthesis stage.
Even if the difference between its mechanism of action and the werewolf transformation process is only seven ten-thousandths, Ailina is still not sure whether there are any unknown side effects.
"...You just caught up with an owl, kid."
Benitez glanced at Ailina, who was breathing steadily, and said rather helplessly.
"Anyway, in my opinion, I'm at least two or three tenths faster than usual, although I'm still a bit worse than you."
The last full moon night had just passed. According to the "cheap father," he would have to wait until next month to experience the werewolf power and subsequent weakness.
But even so, he could still detect some subtle changes taking place in his body. After the strenuous run just now, he was even more sure of the power that was emerging.
"Well, is that so? After the parent-teacher conference today, I'll accompany you to a magic hospital in Salzburg for a comprehensive physical examination—"
Ailina said dubiously, her eyes swept across the crowded classroom, and she changed the subject and lowered her voice.
"You've memorized the situation about the Holy Light, just play your part—this is your job."
"Of course, but are you sure this won't... be a problem?"
Benitez tidied up his priest's robe, his tone mixed with a strong suspicion.
As a clergyman, preaching the Holy Light in Hogwarts Castle, which teaches magic, this girl shouldn't be trying to "patricide" by taking advantage of the situation, right?
"Don't worry, Hogwarts is my territory now."
Ailina waved her hand triumphantly, the small tuft of hair on her head swaying from side to side.
"Don't think that I'm just the head chef and head of the academy at Hogwarts, but even the deputy headmaster, the cat, who is temporarily acting as principal, has to use 'please' to ask for my help..."
"Excuse me, just interrupting for a moment..."
Before Ailina could finish speaking, a calm voice suddenly sounded behind them.
"If you don't plan to go in for the time being, can you let me go ahead? Miss Kaslana—please?"
Ailina turned around and saw the "cat deputy headmaster" standing in front of her, holding a stack of thick parchment and a "professor-style" magic book.
Professor McGonagall's eyebrows twitched, a spine-chilling smile on her face, her eagle-like eyes passed over the gold-rimmed glasses and slowly stopped on Ailina's face.
"Hello, Professor McGonagall... I'm very sorry, well, I'll educate Ailina properly later."
Benitez smiled awkwardly, pulled Ailina aside, and said quickly.
Although this was his first time attending a parent-teacher conference at Hogwarts, Benitez was very skilled in handling school-family conflicts and dealing with school professors.
When Ailina was studying in a public elementary school in Scotland, he encountered similar things almost every month. Now it was just a recurrence of the past.
"Hello, Mr. Benitez. The parent-teacher conference is about to begin, hurry up and find a seat in the classroom."
Professor McGonagall glanced at Ailina, who was obediently pulled aside, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, and she smiled and nodded at Benitez with a softened expression.
Unexpectedly, Ailina, who seemed lawless, was so well-behaved in front of the director of this Muggle orphanage.
No wonder Dumbledore would emphasize that "school-family linkage" is an important channel for managing and solving some problem students at Hogwarts. It seems that there is this layer of meaning.
In fact, when McGonagall invited Ailina to study at Hogwarts, she vaguely felt that this Muggle was more like Ailina's father than the director of an orphanage.
"Seats? But—well, we'll just stand."
Benitez followed Professor McGonagall into the classroom and looked at the crowded classroom.
During last summer vacation, he had roughly learned from Ailina that there were more than seventy second-year students in total.
Adding the students of the two classes together, the original spacious classroom instantly became crowded.
Not to mention, there are so many parents in the classroom now.
As Professor McGonagall walked into the classroom, the bee-like murmur in the classroom gradually quieted down.
Those parents who had not grabbed a seat because of the temporary notification of changing classrooms flocked to Professor McGonagall.
In the surging crowd, Benitez tightly pulled Ailina, trying to find a foothold.
"Ailina, here, here..."
Before Benitez could see the situation in the classroom clearly, a girl's voice came from not far away.
Benitez looked in the direction of the sound and saw a slightly chubby blonde witch waving at Ailina.
If he remembered correctly, that child seemed to be called Hannah Abbott, also from Hufflepuff, and lived in the same dormitory as Ailina.
During Christmas this year, she flew to the orphanage with Ailina to spend the holiday with the children, and Benitez heard a lot about Ailina from her.
Standing next to Hannah was an adult witch who looked somewhat similar to her. If there were no accidents, it should be Mrs. Abbott who came to attend the parent-teacher conference.
In addition, the other two little witches who accompanied Ailina to the orphanage on Christmas night were also next to Hannah, chatting and laughing with their respective fathers.
Following Hannah's voice, the other two little witches also noticed Ailina who appeared at the door, and turned their heads to look at her with joy.
"Ailina, why are you here now? I thought you were lost in the castle again—"
"Sister Ailina, Dad just mentioned the next issue of *The Quibbler*. Would you like to listen together? It seems that there is an elf that can draw magic maps!"
"Magic maps may not be useful for Ailina, after all, even if she walks while looking at the map, she may sometimes deviate to who knows where..."
After more than a year of getting along, the other three little witches already knew Ailina's weaknesses, and tacitly ridiculed in unison, one sentence after another.
Perhaps for most students, parent-teacher conferences mean some unknown "ominousness," but they are definitely not included.
"Lost? How is that possible, I haven't been lost for a long time!"
Ailina's small tuft of hair suddenly exploded, and she retorted quickly without hesitation.
"Don't forget, my sense of direction is not very good, but Emergency Rations is definitely better than all of you combined."
As she spoke, she fiercely leaned towards the rebellious little girls, threateningly gesticulating a few times quietly.
However, Ailina's deterrent power is almost equal to zero in this kind of occasion. Hermione and the others exchanged a look and tacitly moved their wrists.
The four little witches soon joked and frolicked together. The numerical advantage of the "Anti-Dumpling Alliance" was revealed at this time, and Ailina was instantly suppressed.
At the same time, the adults who were temporarily left aside did not disturb the children's play, they still had some conversations belonging to "adults" to conduct.
"So, you must be Mr. Benitez that Hermione mentioned."
Mr. Granger retracted his gaze from his daughter, thoughtfully looking at the middle-aged man in a simple priest's robe in front of him.
"Nice to meet you for the first time, it's a pleasure to meet you—you can call me Mr. Granger or Dr. Granger."
Mr. Granger paused for a few seconds, pondered the sentence slightly, and said faintly.
"I heard that this Christmas... Hermione seems to have spent it at your place?"
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Not good! Caving, boo hoo hoo—