All things are three at Hogwarts

At this time, Harry, who walked into the last room, was surprised to find that it was neither Snape nor Voldemort in the room, but the stuttering and pale Professor Quirinus Quirrell.

Allen stood aside and watched the incident. He would not expose himself in front of Voldemort unless necessary. However, this kind of close observation of the mysterious man in the possessed state was a good learning opportunity. Seeing the man with two heads in front of him, The shape of the face reminds Allen of the two-faced god Janus in ancient Roman mythology. His nickname also happens to be Quirinus. It has to be said that for Quirrell, his current destiny has already been given to him by his parents. When you become famous, your time is destined.

Harry, who had no intention of coveting the Philosopher's Stone, successfully obtained the Philosopher's Stone. Voldemort guessed this and asked to talk to Harry in person - and informed Harry of his identity. In the end, the negotiations failed, and he ordered Quirrell to seize it. Harry, but once Quirrell's exposed skin touched, the pain was unbearable. The moment Harry fainted, Allen took action. He slowed down his movements and almost put the wand on the back of Loki's head, and then said "fainted", full of magic, and successfully hit Voldemort, who was still vaguely there. Above the exposed nose bridge.

After a heart-wrenching "snap", Voldemort swore a curse word and his nose completely collapsed. Moreover, since he was still in a half-soul state, this curse could be considered a direct attack on his soul.

Subsequently, Quirrell, who was possessed by him, fell to the ground, but to Allen's surprise, Voldemort, under this seemingly painful attack, was able to cast a spell steadily and turned into a black mist at a super fast speed. Ran out the door.

Then, Allen looked at Professor Quirrell who was lying on the ground. After all, Professor Quirrell was an outstanding graduate of Ravenclaw. His basic theoretical knowledge was very solid. He was famous for his talents. If he hadn't hoped to accumulate practical experience in Defense Against the Dark Arts, traveled, met Voldemort in Albania, and was persuaded to become a member of the dark forces and become Voldemort's servant, I believe he would have had a bright future, at least Will be a very qualified Defense Against the Dark Arts professor.

"Good evening, Mr. Alan Harris. I'm glad to see you are safe, but Harry looks very bad." Dumbledore suddenly appeared and walked to Harry's side. Alan didn't know where he was coming from. How long has it been?

Allen, who noticed this, was slightly embarrassed, "Principal, I seem to have lost Voldemort's nose..."

Dumbledore nodded with a friendly smile as always, "It's not easy for Tom to recover. Your spell hurt his soul." After saying that, Dumbledore remembered to observe Harry's expression. , his face became serious: "We must send Harry to Madam Pomfrey immediately." Seeing Allen's tangled expression, Dumbledore misunderstood Allen's thoughts, "Don't worry, Harry will be fine. , Madam Pomfrey will cure him."

Allen, who was still embarrassed, nodded, and then he was shocked to find that Dumbledore did not use the levitation spell but picked Harry up in a princess hug. Thinking of his habit, Allen unconsciously took a few steps away from Dumbledore.

"Now, we need to leave here as soon as possible and find Madam Pomfrey." Fortunately, Dumbledore was not looking into Allen's Legilimency thoughts, otherwise his expression would not be so kind.

"But, how do we leave? Riding a broomstick?" Allen said in an absent-minded way. His eyes were still looking at Harry in Dumbledore's arms, and he silently said an apology in his heart.

"Of course, we need something faster and more convenient than a broom." Dumbledore blinked. If it weren't for the memories of his sexual orientation, Alan would have a "cute grandpa" impression of him. , but now Allen can only nod in agreement.

I saw Dumbledore pulling out a golden feather from the wide sleeve of the wizard's robe. He gently stroked the golden feather and said, "Fox, I need you to come here."

Allen suddenly realized that Fawkes was Dumbledore's pet, a phoenix with the extraordinary ability to teleport in areas where phantom transference was prohibited.

Almost in the blink of an eye, a crisp, melodious and beautiful bird song came from outside the room.

"Alan, what do you think of this cry?" Dumbledore smiled, like a big boy showing off his toy for his age. Of course, he was a big boy who looked to be over a hundred years old.

"It's very nice. This cry reminds me of hope and love, as if I have the courage to overcome all difficulties in the world." These words are not a compliment from Allen to Fox. He really thinks that the sound is really beautiful.

"Alan, you are a kind-hearted boy. I believe Professor Quirrell will be very sad when he hears this voice." Professor Dumbledore calmly stretched out his wand and pointed. The pale Professor Quirrell tilted his head and fainted again.

"I have to say that our Defense Against the Dark Arts professor is truly talented. Very few people can wake up so quickly after being hit by a coma spell." Professor Dumbledore said regretfully.

When Allen heard this, he was not sure if it was because his strength was not strong enough that Professor Quirrell woke up so quickly. Dumbledore was just comforting himself, but it seemed that he did take these plots too seriously. After a game is played, improving your strength should be your primary goal.

Then, Allen observed Fox. It was not easy to observe a phoenix at such a close distance, not to mention that it was about to demonstrate its teleportation ability.

This is really a magical and beautiful creature. It looks extremely luxurious: it looks like it is covered with bright red feathers. It is similar in size to a swan. It has a long shining golden tail, and its beak and claws are also very long and golden. When seeing it, no one can question its beauty, its magic.

"Alan, stand next to me." After Alan stood still, Professor Dumbledore put down Harry and put one hand firmly under his armpit, letting Harry nestle in Dumbledore's arms, and then Touching Fawkes with one hand, he said, "Fawkes, take us to Madam Pomfrey."

It was really a magical experience. The moment Allen's shoulders were grasped by Phoenix, he felt himself surrounded by a warm breath. This breath was not only gentle, but also relaxed his nerves that had been tense all night. People feel like bathing in the sun, warm and comfortable.

Before Alan could recover from this wonderful feeling, they had arrived at Madam Pomfrey's infirmary. Allen couldn't help but admire the strength of Phoenix, and was envious of Professor Dumbledore for having such a magical pet. You know, Hogwarts prohibits disembodiment, but Dumbledore can still use the power of the Phoenix to teleport to the infirmary, which is very convenient.