Rolf was lying on the hospital bed, undergoing Madam Pomfrey's detailed body examination.
"You are lucky to have encountered a dark wizard but not been injured."
"Then can I go back tonight?" Luofu asked expectantly.
"No!" Madam Pomfrey said coldly: "You still need to further observe your condition..."
"Isn't he not injured?"
"Observe the condition of your brain!" Madam Pomfrey glared: "Qi Luo is a dark wizard, and you are still trying to get involved. Isn't there something wrong with your brain? What can you do if you just watch the Quidditch match at the stadium? So many things can happen.
?!"
"Of course, Dumbledore is the one who should heal his brain the most!" Madam Pomfrey hummed:
"Recruiting a dark wizard into the school as a teacher, I think he is too old and confused. If that doesn't work, let Minerva be the principal! At least she won't let some unscrupulous people into the school."
Madam Pomfrey murmured in a low voice: "She also promised to give me an elective course on medical care when she becomes the principal in the future."
"..." Professor McGonagall, is this how you win over people's hearts? You really do!
Madam Pomfrey continued to make sharp comments. After Rolf heard this, he wanted to anonymously submit an article to the "Daily Prophet" with the title:
"Pomfrey angrily denounced Dumbledore's ten sins, bluntly saying that he is one billionth of a million times worse than McGonagall"
"You will stay in the hospital for the next few days. I will keep an eye on you and not let you run around."
Madam Pomfrey took out a large piece of chocolate, smashed it into pieces with a small hammer, and put it in a bowl: "Eat the chocolate."
"Then can I allow others to visit me?" Luofu looked at the large piece of chocolate and said with a sad face: "A few of my friends may be very anxious if they don't know my situation?"
"No, Dumbledore doesn't allow anyone to disturb you now!" Madam Pomfrey thought for a moment and softened her tone: "But I can help you convey what you want to say."
"Okay, I'll write a few letters and you can send them out for me. I still have seven pet treatment appointments. Please help me postpone them. Three orders from Diagon Alley can be pushed forward..."
"..."
Madam Pomfrey checked Harry's body again. There was nothing wrong with Harry, but he was a little agitated and his hands kept shaking, as if he had Parkinson's disease.
"Rolf, what happened?" Harry lay on the bedside and asked with his head stuck out: "Have you seen Quirrell and Voldemort? And the Sorcerer's Stone..."
Madam Pomfrey was about to leave the ward, but when she saw Harry being so active, she came back and gave him a bottle of tranquilizer and sleeping potion.
After Harry drank it, he languished on the bed and fell asleep quickly. She glanced deeply at Rolf again.
Rolf fell silent for a moment and covered himself with a quilt. Madam Pomfrey walked back to the office very satisfied.
But not long after, there was a dispute at the door. Rolf listened carefully. It seemed that someone wanted to come in, but Madam Pomfrey blocked him.
After arguing for a while, Dumbledore walked in. He looked at Rolf lying on the bed, smiled and said:
"It's really not easy to break through Madam Pomfrey's blockage. I have suggested to her more than once that she become a Quidditch goalkeeper. She is very talented at blocking people."
The principal sat down on the chair and said with a smile: "Rolf, many students want to come in to see you and give you gifts, especially many witches... If it weren't for Madam Pomfrey, your bedside would already be full of things.
Already."
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 Sorcerer's Stone have spread like wildfire."
"The devil's flame in the secret room..."
"I arrived in time and extinguished it," Dumbledore said.
"There are no dead people, right?" Rove asked.
"Apart from Quirrell, who was swallowed up by his fire curse... the most seriously injured person is probably Draco Malfoy." Dumbledore said calmly:
"He was fine, but he took Polyjuice Potion with Snape's hair on it. After he woke up, he vomited in the bathroom for a long time."
"..."
"Lucius Malfoy doesn't seem to believe in Madam Pomfrey's medical skills, so he sent his son to St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic." Dumbledore said calmly.
"Lucius Malfoy also believed that I was not worthy of being the headmaster. He wrote several letters and used abusive words towards me, my parents and my family..."
"..."
Dumbledore quickly recounted what happened in the restricted area. Finally, he crossed his arms, leaned back on his chair and said:
"Rolf, tell me your story. I would like to know how you found the secret room?"
Dumbledore searched for a long time, but he still couldn't find the secret room. Otherwise, Hagrid would not have been expelled fifty years ago.
But he didn't expect that Rolf would be able to find and stop Voldemort and the Basilisk.
Harry was completely within his expectations and plans, but Rolf's behavior was completely beyond his imagination and caught him by surprise.
"I guessed it." Rolf lowered his head and said the words he had prepared: "One day I was walking in the corridor and suddenly heard a voice coming from the wall... The voice was Parseltongue.
Screaming to kill."
"Parseltongue?" Dumbledore asked curiously: "Rolf, are you a Parseltongue?"
"I'm not born a Parselmouth, Professor." Rolf 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 animals and can learn their special magic." Dumbledore said softly.
It was also because of this talent that he decided to allow Rolf to bring the suitcase and come to Hogwarts instead of letting him go to Ilvermorny.
"Yes." Luofu took out a seed and placed it in his hand. The seed quickly took root and sprouted.
"This is the Bowtruckle's magic, which can induce the growth of plants. The Bowtruckle and I learned it... Can you understand?"
"A very strange talent...Rolf, but it is not difficult to understand." Dumbledore said with a smile:
"You know, some wizards are like this, born with very strange powers.
Born Legilimency, Parseltongue, Disguise Magus, and the Third Eye for prophecy, these are all magics that ordinary wizards cannot learn. Some people are born with them!
Our Dumbledore family also has..."
Dumbledore seemed to be lost in memories, and he said calmly:
"I have a special affinity with those powerful birds. There is also a story in our family that whenever Dumbledore is in urgent need, the phoenix will fly.
My great-grandfather had a phoenix, but after he died, he flew away and never came back, and I also have a... Fox."
Luo Fu was a little shocked that such a thing happened.
"I have a..." Dumbledore paused, as if thinking about his words, before continuing: "A close friend... he once said that 'magic can only flourish in a very small number of souls'.
And among these very few souls, more special innate magical talents will be awakened."
Dumbledore sighed:
"This kind of talent cannot be explained. It can only be thought of as the power inherited in the blood. That is why the pure-blood concept is so popular. They firmly believe that if pure-blood wizards marry, that special talent will always be inherited and will not be diluted.
"
"Rolf, you obviously have some kind of special talent." Dumbledore squinted, stared at the sprouting seed, and said softly:
"But this is not my major. Nico is better at this. He has been studying it for centuries. You can ask him if you have the opportunity."
Luo Fu breathed a sigh of relief. It would be great if he could explain it and be believed. Who said the system is not a magical talent?!
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(Chapter 3 is here. Today’s 6,000 words are completed.)