"This is amazing!" Allen could not help but exclaim.
"The Phoenix is indeed a magical creature, and its abilities are far more than that. For example, its tears have a strong healing effect …" Professor Dumbledore was very willing to discuss the magic of Fawkes with Allen, but Madam Pomfrey, who hurried out of the lounge after hearing the noise, interrupted them.
"Oh, Harry! What trouble did this little guy get into, headmaster? "As expected of Madam Pomfrey, who treated patients as her own limbs, the Nightingale of the magic world. The first thing Madam Pomfrey saw was not Headmaster Dumbledore, but Harry, who was unconscious in Allen's arms.
Judging from her attire, Madam Pomfrey had obviously fallen asleep earlier. Perhaps the school hospital had some kind of magic that could alert Madam Pomfrey of the arrival of a patient. Allen's imagination ran wild. What kind of magic could serve as a reminder? Before he could figure it out, he saw Professor Dumbledore use his eyes to signal him to answer Madam Pomfrey's question.
"Well, he was probably affected by black magic," Allen, under Professor Dumbledore's gaze, explained the process of Harry's injury in a few words.
Madam Pomfrey directed Allen to carry Harry to the hospital bed in the inner room. Then, she carefully examined Harry. After a while, she let out a long sigh and said with a tired but relaxed expression, "I can treat him. He may have to suffer a little, but he will be fine. Headmaster, Allen? Mr. Harris, if there is nothing else, please leave first. This child needs to rest quietly. He will probably wake up in a few days. " It seemed that Madam Pomfrey had a card up her sleeve. Obviously, she felt that Professor Dumbledore and Allen, who were standing on the side, were a hindrance, so she politely drove them away.
Coming out of the school hospital, Allen planned to say goodbye to Headmaster Dumbledore, but before he could speak, Professor Dumbledore ruined his plan.
"Allen, please allow me to call you that, my child! I'm sure you need something delicious to relax after such an exciting night. And my office has a lot of delicious food that even the school's house elves don't have! " The smiling white-bearded professor was hard to refuse, not because of his delicious food, but because of his identity as the principal.
What could Allen say? He could only nod obediently. It was good to be able to scrounge some food. It was already so late, and he was indeed hungry. Allen comforted himself.
As if he saw through Allen's thoughts, Professor Dumbledore kindly said, "Some delicacies late at night can relax our nerves, soothe our already empty stomach, and let us sleep better."
Alan nodded gently. "Thank you for your hospitality, Principal!"
"What a courteous and lovely child. Allen, I've noticed you a long time ago. Your grades are outstanding, and the professors in the school like you very much. The other children also admire you very much. What an excellent little wizard. I used to teach an excellent student like you, but unfortunately … "Professor Dumbledore shook his head regretfully.
Allen's heart skipped a beat. He guessed who Professor Dumbledore was regretting, but he didn't dare to say it out loud. He could only pretend to be curious and asked, "Professor, who was that person?"
"Well, an excellent boy, but unfortunately, he took the wrong path. Of course, if you don't distinguish between good and bad, he did achieve achievements that ordinary people can't reach. "Professor Dumbledore seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past.
Allen didn't interrupt him, but quietly followed behind him. Fortunately, the journey was short. The school hospital was on the second floor, and the principal's office was on the third floor. Soon, they walked together to the principal's office.
"Butter cake." Guarding the principal's office was a huge ugly stone beast. After Professor Dumbledore said the correct password, it jumped to the side, and the entrance to the principal's office opened. Allen followed Professor Dumbledore and stood on the automatic rotating escalator behind the stone beast. The escalator carried the two of them to the principal's office at the top.
This was a shiny oak door, with a brass door knocker in the shape of a lion's body and an eagle's head. Dumbledore pushed the door open, and Allen followed closely behind.
Professor Dumbledore led Allen to sit in front of a huge table. Allen noticed that the legs of the table were in the shape of a giant beast's claw. On the table, there were silverware of various shapes and unknown uses. A gray, worn-out sorting hat was placed on a shelf at the edge of the table.
"Allen, please sit down. Let's drink some honey lemon juice first. I like the sweet taste." He winked cutely again. Allen complained in his heart, but on the surface, he smiled obediently and nodded in agreement.
While Professor Dumbledore was preparing food, Allen was also quietly observing the principal's office. This was a spacious, beautiful round room. The walls were filled with portraits of the old principals. Perhaps it was too late, but they were all snoring softly in their respective frames. Allen also sensed that a few principals were curiously opening their eyes and looking at Allen. They were probably curious as to why a student was invited to the principal's office so late at night!
On the shelf behind the door was Professor Dumbledore's pet, Fox, the phoenix. Fox noticed Allen's gaze, and gently glanced at Allen, shaking its gorgeous tail. Allen felt from the bottom of his heart that no matter what this phoenix did, it was so elegant and beautiful!
Soon, in addition to the honey lemon juice that Professor Dumbledore mentioned, a plate of attractive candy, some colorful berries, and a few pieces of the butter cake mentioned in the passcode were placed on the table in front of Allen.
"Light, my child. You must be hungry! "Professor Dumbledore kindly handed a large cup of honey lemon juice to Allen. Allen nodded gently and took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and slightly cold, very suitable for a summer night.
"Professor, I am me. I am unique in this world. If I am really similar to others in some aspects, I believe that I will only be better. "Allen deliberated and softly said the thoughts in his heart.
"Yes, my child. You are you. You are not a copy of anyone else. Although your excellence is obvious to all, you were born in a happy family. You are gentle and modest. This is completely different from him. "Professor Dumbledore's tone was both responding to Allen and comforting himself.
"Would you like to talk about what happened tonight, Allen?" Professor Dumbledore asked with a smile. "Of course." Allen felt that there was nothing that he could not say about what happened tonight. He explained how Harry discovered the strangeness of Professor Snape, the process of passing through the trap door, and the performance and role of Hermione and the others in this incident.
He briefly explained his ability to pass through Professor Snape's flaming door. After that, he roughly explained what he saw behind the door.
"Courage and wisdom coexist, Allen. You are worthy of being Ravenclaw. Of course, maybe it was very appropriate for the sorting hat to put you in Gryffindor. "Professor Dumbledore praised.
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