"This is amazing!" Alan couldn't help but sigh.

"The phoenix is indeed a magical creature, and its abilities are much more than that, such as its tears have strong healing properties......" Professor Dumbledore was willing to discuss Fawkes's magic with Alan, but Madam Pomfrey interrupted them when he heard a voice hurrying out of the common room.

"Oh, Harry, what's this little guy causing trouble, Headmaster?" is Madam Pomfrey, who treats patients like siblings, Nightingale of the wizarding world. The first thing Madam Pomfrey saw was not Headmaster Dumbledore, but Harry, who was held in Alan's arms and didn't know what happened.

Judging by her attire, Madam Pomfrey had clearly fallen asleep before. Maybe there's some magic in the school hospital that can alert Madam Pomfrey that a sick person is coming. Before he could come up with a clue, Professor Dumbledore looked at him for a look to answer Madam Pomfrey's question.

"Well, he's probably under the brunt of dark magic. Under Professor Dumbledore's watchful eye, Alan explained in a few words how Harry had been injured.

Madam Pomfrey commanded Alan to carry Harry to the hospital bed in the inner room. Then examine Harry carefully. After a while, she let out a long breath, looked tired and relaxed, and said, "I can treat him, and he may have to suffer a little, but he will be safe." Headmaster, Mr. Alan Harris, if there is nothing to do, please leave first, this child needs to recuperate quietly, and it will probably be a few days before he wakes up. "It seems that Madam Pomfrey has made up her mind, and apparently feels that Professor Dumbledore and Allen, who are standing on the side, are very in the way, and tactfully dislodges the two of them.

Coming out of the hospital, Alan was about to say goodbye to Headmaster Dumbledore, but before he could say anything, Professor Dumbledore sabotaged his plans.

"Alan, allow me to call you so, my child! I'm sure you'll need something delicious to relax after such a thrilling night. And my office has a lot of delicacies that school house-elves don't have!" The smiling white-bearded professor is hard to refuse, not because of his food, but because of his status as the principal.

What could Alan say, he could only nod obediently. It's also good to rub some food, and I'm really hungry at this late hour. Alan comforted himself.

As if seeing through Alan's thoughts, Professor Dumbledore said kindly, "Late at night with some good food can relax our nerves, soothe our already empty stomachs, and let us sleep better." ”

Alan nodded gently, "Then bother the principal!"

"What a polite, lovable boy. Alan, I have noticed you for a long time, your grades are exceptional, the professors at the school are very fond of you, and the other children admire you very much. What a brilliant little wizard. I've taught a great student who is very similar to yours before, but it's a pity ......," Professor Dumbledore shook his head regretfully.

Alan was stunned and guessed who Professor Dumbledore's regret was, but he didn't dare to say it, so he had to pretend to be curious and asked, "Professor, who is that person?"

"Well, a very good boy, but unfortunately he went wrong in the end. Of course, if you don't distinguish between good and bad, he has indeed achieved achievements that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve. "Professor Dumbledore seemed to be immersed in the memories of the past.

Alan didn't interrupt him, but quietly followed him, fortunately, the distance was short, the school hospital was on the second floor, and the principal's office was set up on the third floor. Soon, they walked together to the principal's office.

"Butter cake. "Guarding the Headmaster's room was a large, ugly stone beast that jumped to the side after Professor Dumbledore had the correct passthrough code, and the entrance to the Headmaster's room opened. Alan followed Professor Dumbledore to the self-rotating escalator behind the stone beast, which carried the two to the doorway of the Headmaster's office at the top.

It is a gleaming oak door topped by a brass knocker in the shape of a sphin-headed eagle. Dumbledore pushed the door open and entered, followed by Allen.

Professor Dumbledore led Alan to sit down at a large table, and Alan noticed that the legs were in the shape of a giant beast's claws. On the table were silverware of various shapes and unknown purposes, and dusty, worn out Sorting Hats were placed on shelves on the edge of the table.

"Alan, please take a seat, let's drink a little honey lemon juice first, I like the sweet taste. Another cute wink, Alan was slandered in his heart, and he smiled obediently and nodded in agreement.

While Professor Dumbledore was preparing the food, Alan was quietly observing the Headmaster's room. It was a spacious, beautiful circular room, and the walls were covered with portraits of the old headmasters, all of whom were snoring softly in their frames, perhaps too late. Alan was also sensitively aware that several principals quietly opened their eyes curiously and looked at Allen, probably curious, why were there still students invited to the principal's office so late!

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

Soon, in addition to the honey lemonade that Professor Dumbledore had just mentioned, a plate of tempting colored candies, some plump berries, and a few butter cakes that had just cleared the secret phrase were placed on the table in front of Alan.

"Light, my child. Must be hungry!" Professor Dumbledore graciously handed Alan a large glass of honey lemonade. Alan nodded lightly and took a sip of the drink, which was sweet and slightly cool, perfect for drinking on a summer night.

"Professor, I am who I am, and I am unique in this world. If I really have some qualities similar to others, I believe that I will only be better. Alan pondered, gently spitting out the thoughts in his heart.

"Yes, my child. You are who you are, 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 was as if he was responding to Alan as well as comforting himself.

"Would you like to talk about what happened tonight, Alan?" Professor Dumbledore asked with a smile. "Of course. "Alan doesn't think there's anything unspeakable about tonight's events. He made it clear how Harry had discovered Professor Snape's strangeness, how he had passed through the trapdoor, and how Hermione had behaved and played a role in this incident.

He spoke briefly of his ability to pass through Professor Snape's Flame Gate. After that, he told the story of what he had seen behind the door.

"Courage and wisdom go hand in hand, Alan, and you deserve to be a Ravenclaw. Of course, perhaps it would have been fitting that the Sorting Hat had put you in Gryffindor in the first place. Professor Dumbledore complimented.

"Do you have any questions for me?" Professor Dumbledore then gave Alan the opportunity to ask questions.