Chapter 74 Principal's Office (Modified)

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

"Oh, Harry! What trouble has this little fellow caused, Headmaster?" As expected of Madam Pomfrey, who treats patients like brothers and sisters, Nightingale of the wizarding world. The first thing Madam Pomfrey saw was not Dumbledore, but Harry who was hugged by the headmaster again, who was unknown.

Judging by her attire, Madam Pomfrey had obviously fallen asleep before. 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 gesturing for him to answer Madam Pomfrey's question with his eyes.

"Well, he was probably under the impact of black magic." Under the gaze of Professor Dumbledore, Allen explained how Harry was injured in a few words.

Madam Pomfrey directed Allen to carry Harry to the hospital bed in the inner room. Then examine Harry carefully. After a long while, she took a long breath and said with a tired and relaxed expression: "I can be treated, and I may have to suffer a little bit, but he will be fine. Principal, Mr. Alan Harris, if there is nothing else, please You go away first, this child needs to rest quietly, and he will probably wake up in a few days." It seems that Madam Pomfrey has already made up her mind, and obviously feels that Professor Dumbledore and Allen standing on the side are very obstructive, so tactfully Chased them both away.

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

"Alan, my child! I believe that after such an exciting night, you need some delicious food to relax. My office has many delicious food that the school elves don't have!" The smiling white-bearded professor could hardly let People refused, not because of his food, but because of his status as the principal.

What could Allen say, he could only nod obediently. It's also good to grab some food. It's so late, and I'm really hungry. Allen comforted himself.

As if seeing through Allen's thoughts, Professor Dumbledore said kindly: "Some delicious food late at night can relax our nerves, soothe our already empty stomachs, and let us sleep better."

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

"What a polite and lovely boy. Helping poor Filch has convinced me that you are kind. Alan, I have noticed you for a long time. Your grades are particularly good, and the professors at school are very special. I love you, and the other children also admire you very much. I once taught an excellent student like you, and he was very popular with everyone, but unfortunately..." Professor Dumbledore shook his head regretfully.

Allen was stunned. He knew who the person Professor Dumbledore regretted, but he didn't dare to say it, so he asked curiously, "Professor, who is that person?"

"Well, a boy who performed as well as you did, unfortunately he went astray in the end. Of course, if there is no distinction between good and bad, he has indeed achieved achievements that ordinary people can hardly achieve." Professor Dumbledore seemed to be immersed in the in memories of the past.

Allen didn't interrupt him, but followed him quietly. Fortunately, the distance was very short. The school hospital was on the second floor, while the principal's office was set up on the third floor. Soon, they walked to the principal's office together.

"Butter cake." The guardian of the principal's office was a huge, ugly stone beast. After Professor Dumbledore spoke the correct passphrase, it jumped aside, and the entrance to the principal's office opened. Allen followed Professor Dumbledore to the escalator that rotated automatically behind the stone beast, and the escalator carried them to the door of the headmaster's office at the top.

It was a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Dumbledore pushed the door in, followed by Allen.

Professor Dumbledore guided Allen to sit in front of a huge table. Allen noticed that the table legs were in the shape of the claws of giant beasts. Silverware of various shapes and uses of unknown origin were placed on the table, and the dusty and battered 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 very much." Blinking cutely again, Alan sneered in his heart, smiled obediently on his face, and nodded in agreement.

While Professor Dumbledore was preparing the food, Allen was quietly observing the principal's room. This is a spacious and beautiful circular room, the walls are covered with portraits of the male and female old principals of the past, perhaps it is too late, they are all snoring softly in their respective photo frames. Allen also sensitively noticed that several principals opened their eyes quietly and looked at Allen curiously, probably out of curiosity, why some students were invited to the principal's office so late.

On the shelf behind the door is Professor Dumbledore's pet, Fawkes the Phoenix. Noticing Alan's gaze, Fox glanced at Alan lightly, shaking his gorgeous tail. Allen felt from the bottom of his heart that no matter what the phoenix did, it was so graceful and beautiful.

Soon, in addition to the honey lemonade that Professor Dumbledore just mentioned, a plate of attractively colored candies, some full-colored berries, and a few butter cakes mentioned in the secret word just passed were placed on the table in front of Alan. superior.

"Please, my child. You must be starving!" 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 cool, perfect for drinking on a summer night.

"Professor, I am me. I am unique in this world. If I am really similar to others in some characteristics, I believe that I will only be better." Allen thought about it, and gently spit out the thoughts in his heart.

"Yes, my child. You are you, not a copy of anyone. Although your excellence is obvious to all, you come from a happy family and are gentle and humble, which is completely different from him." Professor Dumbledore's tone, It seems to be responding to Allen, and it seems to be comforting 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 explained clearly and plainly how Harry discovered the strangeness of Professor Snape and passed through the trapdoor, and the performance and role of Hermione and others in this incident.

He briefly said that he had the ability to pass through Professor Snape's flame door, and roughly stated what he saw behind the door.

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

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