Allen felt that Soul Magic was really mysterious. If he had the chance, he would study it carefully. If he encountered a situation where he could sneak attack again, he would try his best not to fail.
Looking at the unconscious Harry on the ground, Allen hesitated for a moment between turning to leave and saving Harry. He decided to send Harry to Madam Pomfrey for treatment first. Harry would rather risk his life than let Allen be in danger. Such sincere feelings touched Allen. Therefore, he did not want to let Harry stay on the cold ground for too long, even if he knew that Dumbledore would come back to save Harry.
Allen bent down and was about to pick up Harry. Suddenly, he heard an old but powerful voice from behind him. "Remove your weapon. Faint." A dull thud came from behind. It was the sound of a body falling to the ground.
Allen quickly turned around and saw Professor Dumbledore standing on the steps in front of the burning black flames with a serious face, holding an elder wand.
The person who had fallen was Professor Quirrell! After all, Professor Quirrell was an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw. His basic theoretical knowledge was very solid, and he was famous for his talent. If it wasn't for the fact that he wanted to accumulate practical experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts, he would've had a bright future ahead of him. At the very least, he would've been a very qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor if he hadn't met Voldemort in Albania and been persuaded to join the dark forces and become Voldemort's servant.
Although he had fainted after being hit in the back of the head by Allen's curse, he had regained consciousness after Lord Voldemort had escaped from his body. He was cautious by nature and intended to subdue Allen when Allen was not paying attention. He did not expect to be subdued by Dumbledore who had just arrived.
"Professor, thank you for saving me." Although Allen did not think that there was a wizard in this world who could break through the defense of Miaomiao's Sorcerer Robe, this did not prevent him from expressing his gratitude to Dumbledore.
"Good evening, Allen? Mr. Harris. I'm glad to see that you're safe, but Harry doesn't look well. " Dumbledore walked to Allen's side. Harry was still being carried by Allen. Allen, who noticed this, felt a little awkward. After all, the legendary Professor Dumbledore …
Dumbledore observed Harry's expression and said gravely, "We must immediately send Harry to Madame Pomfrey." Seeing Allen's concerned look, she added, "Don't worry, Harry will be fine. Madame Pomfrey will cure him."
Allen nodded. Since the professor had no intention of taking Harry away, he would continue to hold him.
"Now, we need to leave this place as quickly as possible and find Madame Pomfrey." Professor Dumbledore looked at Allen kindly, which was completely different from the cold person Allen had seen before.
"But, how do we leave? By riding a broom? "Allen looked at Harry in his arms and asked Dumbledore. Phantom Transfiguration was naturally the most convenient, but Hogwarts prohibited Phantom Transfiguration.
"Of course, we need a faster and more convenient way than a broom." Dumbledore winked, which gave Allen the impression that he was a "cute grandpa." Dumbledore pulled out a golden feather from the wide sleeve of his wizard robe.
"Will the feather grow bigger and take us away like a broom?" Alan couldn't imagine sitting on a feather. "Is it possible that the feather will grow bigger and take us away like a broom?
In fact, Dumbledore just gently stroked the golden feather and said, "Fawkes, I need you to come here."
Allen suddenly realized that Fawkes was Dumbledore's pet, a phoenix with extraordinary magic.
Very soon, a crisp, mellow, and pleasant chirp of a bird came from outside the room.
"Allen, what do you think of this chirp?" Dumbledore smiled, like a big boy showing off his toy. Of course, Allen did not really dare to treat him as an ignorant boy.
"It's very pleasant to the ears. This chirp makes me think of hope and love, as if I have the courage to overcome all the difficulties in the world." These words were not flattery Allen had for Fawkes. He truly felt that this chirp was very beautiful.
"Allen, you are a kind-hearted boy. I believe that Professor Quirrell will be very sad to hear this chirp." Professor Dumbledore calmly pointed with his wand. The pale-faced Professor Quirrell's head tilted to the side and he fainted once again.
"I have to say that our Defensive Black Magic Professor is truly talented. Very few people can wake up so quickly after being hit by my Coma Spell." Professor Dumbledore said regretfully.
Allen had originally thought that he was not strong enough to cause Professor Quirrell to wake up so quickly. Seeing that Professor Quirrell could still wake up so quickly even under Dumbledore's control, he could not help but regain his confidence. At the same time, he did not let Professor Dumbledore's words divert his attention. He asked politely, "I'm sorry, Professor. What did you mean by that sentence just now?"
Professor Dumbledore was stunned. "What sentence? Please forgive this old man. I forgot what I just said in the blink of an eye."
"It's that sentence — You said that I am a kind-hearted boy, and that Professor Quirrell will be very sad to hear the chirp of a phoenix." Allen looked at the phoenix that had just flown in with a face full of amazement as he asked.
It was truly a magical and beautiful creature. It looked exceptionally luxurious. Its entire body was covered in bright red feathers. Its size was similar to a swan's, and it had a long tail that shone with golden light. Its beak and claws were also very long and shone with a golden light. When one saw it, no one could doubt its beauty and wonder.
"Oh, you're talking about that sentence!" Professor Dumbledore smiled as he stroked Fawkes. "That's because the phoenix's song has magical powers. It can strengthen the courage of the pure-hearted and release the fear of the filthy."
Allen suddenly understood. No wonder Professor Dumbledore thought that he was a kind-hearted boy.
"Allen, bring Harry and stand beside me." After Allen stood still, Professor Dumbledore firmly grabbed Allen's arm with one hand and stroked Fawkes with the other. "Fawkes, bring us to Madame Pomfrey."
It was a magical experience. Allen instantly felt himself being surrounded by a warm aura. This aura was not only gentle, but it also relaxed his nerves that had been tense for the entire night. It was as if he was bathing in the sun, warm and comfortable.
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