All things are three at Hogwarts

"The phoenix is ​​indeed a magical creature. Its abilities are far more than that. For example, its tears have strong healing effects..." Professor Dumbledore was very willing to discuss Fox's magic with Allen, but when he heard the voice, he was in a hurry Madam Pomfrey came out of the lounge and interrupted them.

"Oh, Harry! What trouble did this little guy get into, Headmaster?" She was indeed Madam Pomfrey, who treated her patients like brothers and sisters, the Nightingale of the wizarding world. The first thing Madam Pomfrey saw was not Dumbledore, but Harry, who was being held in the headmaster's arms again and who was unknown to him.

Judging from her attire, it was obvious that Madam Pomfrey had fallen asleep long ago. Maybe there is some magic in the school hospital that can alert Madam Pomfrey that a patient is coming. Allen was thinking wildly, what kind of magic can serve as a reminder? Before he could figure it out, he saw Professor Dumbledore signaling with his eyes to answer Madam Pomfrey's question.

"Well, he was probably affected by dark magic." Under the gaze of Professor Dumbledore, Allen explained in a few words how Harry was injured.

Madam Pomfrey directed Alan to carry Harry to the hospital bed in the back room. Then he examined Harry carefully. After a long while, she took a long breath and said with a tired and relaxed look: "I can treat him. It may take some pain, but he will be fine. Principal, Mr. Alan Harris, if nothing happens, please Please leave first. This child needs to rest quietly. It will probably take a few days for him to wake up." It seemed that Madam Pomfrey had already made up her mind. She obviously felt that Professor Dumbledore and Allen standing aside were very obstructive, so she politely said Drive them both away.

After coming out of the school hospital, Allen planned to say goodbye to Principal Dumbledore, but before he could say anything, Professor Dumbledore ruined his plan.

"Ellen, my child! I believe that after such an exciting night, you need some delicious food to relax. And my office has a lot of delicious food that the school house elves don't have!" The smiling white-bearded professor found it difficult to let him go. The person refused, not because of his delicious food, but because of his status as principal.

What could Allen say? He could only nod obediently. It's good to have some food. It's so late and I'm really hungry. Allen comforted himself.

As if he had read through Allen's thoughts, Professor Dumbledore said kindly: "Having some delicious food late at night can relax our nerves, soothe our already empty stomachs, and help us sleep better."

Allen nodded gently, "Thank you for your hospitality."

"What a polite and lovable good boy. From helping poor Filch, I have been convinced that you are kind. Alan, I have noticed you for a long time. Your grades are very good, and the professors at the school are very good." I like you, and other children also admire you very much. I once taught an outstanding student similar to you, and he was also very popular with everyone, but unfortunately..." Professor Dumbledore shook his head regretfully.

Allen's heart froze. He knew who the person Professor Dumbledore regretted was, but he did not dare to say it. He had to pretend to be curious and asked: "Professor, who is that person?"

"Well, a boy who has almost as good performance as you, but unfortunately ended up going astray. Of course, if you don't distinguish between good and bad, he did achieve achievements that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve." Professor Dumbledore seemed to be immersed in In the memory of past events.

Allen did not interrupt him, but followed him quietly. Fortunately, the distance was short, the school hospital was on the second floor, and the principal's office was on the third floor. Soon, they walked to the principal's office together.

"Butter cake." The guard of the principal's office was a huge ugly stone beast. After Professor Dumbledore said the correct password to pass the level, it jumped to the side, and the entrance to the principal's office opened. Allen followed Professor Dumbledore and stood on the automatically rotating escalator behind the stone beast. The escalator carried the two of them to the door of the principal's office at the top.

It was a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffon. Dumbledore pushed open the door and went in, followed closely by Alan.

Professor Dumbledore guided Allen to sit in front of a huge table. Allen noticed that the legs of the table were in the shape of the claws of a giant beast. Silverware of various shapes and unknown purposes was placed on the table, and a dusty, worn-out Sorting Hat was placed on a shelf at the edge of the table.

"Alan, please sit down. Let's drink some honey lemon juice first. I like the sweet taste." With another cute wink, Alan cursed in his heart, but with a cute smile on his face, he nodded in agreement.

While Professor Dumbledore was preparing food, Alan was quietly observing the principal's office. This is a spacious, beautiful circular room. The walls are covered with portraits of old male and female principals. Perhaps it was too late, but they were all snoring softly in their respective frames. Allen was also sensitively aware that several principals quietly opened their eyes curiously and looked at Allen, probably curious as to why there were still students invited to the principal's office so late.

On the shelf behind the door sits Professor Dumbledore's pet, Fawkes the Phoenix. Sensing Allen's gaze, Fox glanced at Allen gently and shook his gorgeous tail fin. Allen felt from the bottom of his heart that no matter what movements this phoenix made, it was so elegant and beautiful.

Soon, in addition to the honey lemonade that Professor Dumbledore just mentioned, a plate of attractive-colored candies, some plump-colored berries, and a few pieces of the butter cake mentioned in the secret code that had just been cleared were placed on the table in front of Allen. superior.

"Please, my child. You must be very hungry!" Professor Dumbledore kindly handed a large glass of honey lemonade to Alan. Allen nodded slightly and took a sip of the drink. It was sweet and slightly cold, perfect for drinking on a summer night.

"Professor, I am who I am, unique in this world. If I am really similar to others in some traits, I believe that I will only be better." Allen considered it, and gently spit out his thoughts.

"Yes, my child. You are you, not a copy of anyone else. Although your excellence is obvious to all, you come from a happy family and are gentle and humble. This is completely different from him." Professor Dumbledore's tone, It seemed like he was responding to Allen, but also like he was trying to comfort himself.

"Would you like to talk about what happened tonight, Alan?" Professor Dumbledore asked with a smile.

"Of course." Allen felt that there was nothing unspeakable about what happened tonight. He clearly explained how Harry discovered the strangeness of Professor Snape, how he passed through the trap door, and the performance and role of Hermione and others in this incident.

He briefly talked about his ability to pass through Professor Snape's flame door, and roughly told what he saw behind the door.

"Courage and wisdom coexist, Alan, you are a well-deserved Ravenclaw. Of course, maybe it was also very appropriate for the Sorting Hat to place you in Gryffindor." Professor Dumbledore looked a little regretful.

"Do you have any questions to ask me?" Immediately afterwards, Professor Dumbledore gave Allen the opportunity to ask questions.