"Professor," Harry said quickly, "I swear I didn't-"

"I can't handle that, Potter. Professor McGonagall replied briefly. They silently turned a corner, and the professor stopped in front of a gigantic stone monster that was so ugly.

"Chilled lemon juice!" She said. It was obviously a password, and the monster suddenly came to life and jumped aside, the wall behind it splitting in half. Kevin couldn't help but be secretly surprised. Behind the wall is a spiral staircase, which is slowly moving upwards, like an escalator. As soon as Harry and Professor McGonagall stepped on, they heard a rumble behind them and the wall closed again. They spun higher and higher, higher and higher, and finally, feeling a little dizzy, Harry saw a gleaming oak door in front of him, with a brass knocker in the shape of a sphin-headed beast.

Kevin and Harry looked at each other, this was supposed to be Dumbledore's office.

At the top, they stepped up the stone staircase, and Professor McGonagall knocked on a door. The door opened silently, and they entered. Professor McGonagall told Harry to wait, and left, leaving Harry and Kevin there, and they looked around at the large, beautiful circular room, filled with all sorts of funny little voices. On the table with slender legs, there were many strange silverwares, spinning and belching small puffs of smoke. The walls are covered with portraits of the old headmasters, all of whom are snoring softly in their frames. There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the desk, there was a tattered, crumpled wizard's hat, the Sorting Hat.

Harry was visibly distracted by the Sorting Hat, and Kevin was drawn to a phoenix.

On a tall gilded perch behind the door stood an old bird, like a turkey half feathered. Harry stared at it, and the bird looked at him with a sad gaze, and at the same time made a suffocating sound. Harry thought it looked very sick. Its eyes were dull, and a few more feathers fell from its tail as Kevin looked at it.

Kevin walked up to the phoenix and looked at it carefully. Kevin had seen the story of this creature in the book, it was a very magical creature, and it looked like the phoenix was about to be reborn. Kevin remembered the record in the book and probed his perception to the phoenix, and under the dying body, a strong vitality was awakening. And the phoenix seemed to sense Kevin's perception, raised his head lower, and stared at Kevin.

In Kevin's perception, the vitality in the phoenix's body instantly exploded. Then the phoenix opened its mouth and screamed, and saw the flames emerge from all corners of its body, and then turned it into a large ball of fire, and the fire kept burning, and the ashes kept falling into the tray under the perched branches. Eventually, the fireball disappeared, leaving only a pile of ashes.

"How is it... Why did it burn up?" Harry didn't know when he arrived at Kevin's side and saw the whole process of the phoenix's nirvana just now.

Just as Harry was panicked and overwhelmed, the office door opened, and Dumbledore walked in, looking very solemn.

"Professor," Harry gasped, "your bird—I can't help it—it suddenly caught fire—"

But Dumbledore smiled.

"It's almost time," he said, "and it's been looking horrible for days, and I've been telling it to hurry up." ”

He couldn't help but smile softly when he saw the stunned look on Harry's face. Kevin smiled too, really, sometimes, when only he knows that others don't, he is especially happy.

"Fawkes is a phoenix, Harry. When the phoenix is about to die, it will set itself on fire and then regenerate from the ashes. Dumbledore looked at Kevin, his eyes shining behind his glasses, "I suppose Mr. Albert knows all this, doesn't he?"

Kevin looked at Dumbledore and replied politely, "Yes, Professor! ”

Dumbledore nodded, and then turned to the two of them, "Look at it.."

Kevin sensed a majestic burst of life from the ashes. Then, a tiny, crumpled chick poked its head out of the ashes.

Harry's face was full of surprise, although Kevin didn't show it on his face, but he was also amazed by this magical creature in his heart, reborn from fire or something, it's just a record in the book, isn't it?"

"I'm sorry you had to see him in Nezh," Dumbledore said, sitting down behind the table, "it's very beautiful most of the time: it's covered in amazing red and gold feathers. The phoenix is really a very strange and fascinating life. They can carry extremely heavy things, their tears are healing, and they are especially loyal pets. ”

However, before Dumbledore could speak, the office door slammed open with a loud bang. Hagrid rushed in, anger in his eyes, his helmet hat on top of his black, unkempt head, the dead still dangling in his hand.

"Not Harry, Professor Dumbledore!" Hagrid said eagerly, "Just seconds before the kid was found, I was talking to him and another Ravenclaw kid. He will never have time, sir.."

Dumbledore tried to say something, but Hagrid yelled and flung his in his hand in a flanked manner, pulling the feathers everywhere.

“.. It can't be him, I can swear in front of the Ministry of Magic if I need to.."

Hagrid was about to say something, but Professor Dumbledore interrupted him

"Hagrid!" Dumbledore raised his voice and said, "I don't think Harry attacked those people. ”

"Oh," said Hagrid, the rooster hanging limply at his side, "well, I'll wait outside for orders, Headmaster." ”

Then Hagrid turned and went out the door.