Chapter Ninety-Nine: Is My System a Magical Talent?

University Hospital,

Rov lay in his hospital bed, undergoing a meticulous full-body examination by Madam Pomfrey.

"If you ran into a dark wizard and didn't get hurt, you're lucky."

"Can I go back tonight?" Rove asked expectantly.

"No way!" Madam Pomfrey said coldly, "You still need to observe your condition further......"

"Aren't you unharmed?"

"Watch what's going on in your brain!" Madam Pomfrey glared and said, "Quirrell is a dark wizard, you are still coming up, isn't there something wrong with your brain?" Can there be so much to watch Quidditch in the arena?! ”

"Of course, Dumbledore who should treat his brain the most!" Madam Pomfrey snorted:

"Recruited a dark wizard into the school as a teacher, I think he is old and confused, if he can't let Minerva be the headmaster! At the very least, she wouldn't let some inappropriate people into the school. ”

Madam Pomfrey muttered, "She also promised to become a headmaster in the future and give me an elective course in medical care." ”

......: "Professor McGonagall, is that how you win people's hearts?" Yours is it!

Madam Pomfrey continued to make sharp comments, and when Rove listened, he wanted to anonymously contribute to the Daily Prophet with the following headline:

Pomfrey angrily denounced Dumbledore's ten deadly sins, and bluntly said that he was not as good as one in a billion of McGonagall's"

"You will be honestly hospitalized in the past few days, I will keep an eye on you, and I can't let you run around."

Madam Pomfrey took out a large piece of chocolate, smashed it with a small hammer, and placed it in a bowl: "Finish the chocolate." ”

"Can I let someone visit me?" Rove looked at the large piece of chocolate and said with a sad face: "A few of my friends, who don't know my situation, may be in a hurry?" ”

"No, Dumbledore doesn't allow anyone to disturb you now!" Madam Pomfrey thought for a moment and said in a softened tone, "But what you want to say, I can help you convey it." ”

"Okay, I'll write a few letters, you help me send them out, I still have seven pet therapy appointments, you help me postpone, three orders in Diagon Alley, one more rush ......"

“……”

Madam Pomfrey checked Harry's body again, and Harry was fine, just a little excited, and his hands kept shaking, as if he had Parkinson's.

"Rov, what the hell is going on?" Harry leaned on the edge of the bed, poked his head out and asked, "Did you see Quirrell and Voldemort?" And the Philosopher's Stone......"

Madam Pomfrey was about to leave the hospital room, but seeing that Harry was so active, she walked back and filled him with a bottle of tranquilizer and sleeping potion.

After Harry drank it, he wilted on the bed and soon fell asleep, and she glanced deeply at Rove again.

Rove was momentarily silent and covered himself with a blanket, and Madam Pomfrey walked back to her office satisfied.

But it wasn't long before there was an argument at the door, and Rove listened with his ears pricked up, as if someone wanted to come in, but was stopped by Madam Pomfrey.

After arguing for a while, Dumbledore walked in, looked at Rove lying on the bed, smiled, and said:

"It's not easy to break through Madam Pomfrey's blocks, and I've advised her more than once to become a Quidditch goalkeeper, and she's very talented at stopping people."

The headmaster sat down in his chair and smiled, "Rove, a lot of students want to come in and see you, and give you gifts, especially a lot of witches...... If it weren't for Madam Pomfrey, your bedside would be full of stuff right now. ”

Dumbledore blinked and said with a smile, "Everything you did in the Chamber of Secrets, the confrontation with Quirrell, and the news of protecting the Philosopher's Stone have spread far and wide. ”

"The Devil's Flame in That Chamber ......"

"I arrived in time and have already extinguished it." Dumbledore said.

"There are no dead people, do they?" Rove asked.

"Except for Quirrell, who was consumed by his fiery fire spell...... The most seriously injured was probably Draco Malfoy. Dumbledore said calmly:

"He's fine, but he's on a polyjuice decoction with Snape's hair, and he's been vomiting in the bathroom for a long time when he woke up."

“……”

"Lucius Malfoy doesn't seem to believe in Madam Pomfrey's medical skills, and sends his son to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Lucius Malfoy also thought I was unworthy of being a headmaster, and wrote several letters using abusive terms against myself, my parents, and my family......"

“……”

Dumbledore quickly recounted what had happened in the penalty area, and he finally crossed his hands, leaned back in his chair and said:

"Rov, tell me your story, I'd love to know, how did you find the secret room?"

Dumbledore searched for a long time, but he didn't find the secret room, otherwise he wouldn't have let Hagrid be expelled fifty years ago.

But he didn't expect that Rove would be able to find and stop Voldemort and the basilisk.

Harry was completely expected and planned, but Rove's behavior, completely beyond his imagination, caught him by surprise.

"I guessed it." Rove lowered his head and said what he had prepared for a long time: "I was walking in the corridor one day when I suddenly heard a voice coming from the wall...... The voice was Parseltongue, screaming all the time to kill. ”

"Parseltongue?" Dumbledore was curious, "Rove, are you a parseltongue?" ”

"I wasn't born a parseltongue, Professor." Rove shook his head and said, "I think you should have heard my grandfather mention my special talent......"

"Newt has said it many times, he said that you have the ability to communicate with magical beasts and learn their special magic." Dumbledore said softly.

It was also because of this talent that he decided to promise Rove to come to Hogwarts with the box instead of letting him go to Ilvermorny.

"Yes." Rove pulled out a seed, placed it in the palm of his hand, and the seed quickly took root and sprouted.

"This is the magic of the Tree Protector Cauldron, which can give birth to plants, and I learned it from the Tree Protector Cauldron...... Can you understand? ”

"Very peculiar talent...... Rove, but not incomprehensible. Dumbledore smiled:

"You know, some wizards are like that, born with very strange powers.

The natural Regent Mindsetter, Parseltongue, Transfiguration Magus, and Prophecy are all ordinary wizards, and some people are born with magic!

Our Dumbledore family also has ......"

Dumbledore seemed to fall into the memory, and he said unhurriedly:

"I have a special affinity with those mighty birds, and there is a story in our family that if any Dumbledore needs it, the phoenix will fly.

My great-grandfather had a phoenix, but he flew away after he died and never came back, and I also have one...... Fox. ”

Rove was a little shocked that there was such a thing.

"I have a ......" Dumbledore paused, as if thinking about words, before continuing, "Best friend...... He once said that 'magic blooms only in a very few souls'.

And in these very few souls, there will be an even more special innate magical talent awakened. ”

Dumbledore sighed:

"This talent cannot be explained, it can only be thought of as a genetic power in the bloodline, which is why the pure-blood concept is so popular, and they firmly believe that pure-blood wizards will marry together, and that special talent will always be inherited, not diluted."

"Rove, you obviously have some kind of special talent, too." Dumbledore squinted at the germinating seed and said softly:

"But it's not my major, Nicol is a bit better at it, he's been studying for centuries, you can ask him if you have a chance."

Rove breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he could explain it and someone believed it, who said that the system is not a magical talent?!

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(Chapter 3 is sent, and today's 6,000 words are complete.) )