I was expelled from Hogwarts?

school clinic,

Rove was lying on the hospital bed, receiving Madam Pomfrey's meticulous physical examination.

"You met a black wizard, but you were not injured. You are lucky."

"Then can I go back tonight?" Rove asked expectantly.

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

"Aren't you uninjured?"

"Observe the condition of your brain!" Madam Pomfrey stared and said, "Quirrell is a dark wizard, and you are still going up. It's not that there is something wrong with your brain. How can there be so many things in the arena watching the Quidditch match?" ?!"

"Of course, it's Dumbledore who should heal his brain!" Madam Pomfrey snorted:

"A dark wizard was recruited to be a teacher in the school. I think he is old-fashioned. If it doesn't work, let Minerva be the principal! At least she won't let some dubious people into the school."

Madam Pomfrey murmured softly: "She also promised to become the principal in the future and teach me an elective course in medical care."

"..." Professor McGonagall, is this how you win people's hearts? Good for you!

Madam Pomfrey continued to publish critical comments. After hearing this, Rove wanted to anonymously submit an article to the "Daily Prophet", with the title:

"Pomfrey denounces Dumbledore's ten crimes, bluntly saying that it is not as good as McGonagall"

"You have been hospitalized honestly these 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 with a small hammer, and put it in a bowl: "Eat the chocolate."

"Then can I let others visit me?" Rove looked at the big piece of chocolate, and said with a sad face: "A few of my friends don't know my situation, so they might be very anxious?"

"No, Dumbledore doesn't allow anyone to disturb you right now!" Madam Pomfrey thought for a while, then said softly, "But what do you want to say, I can help you convey it."

"Okay, I'll write a few letters, you can send them out for me, I still have seven appointments for pet therapy, you can help me postpone them, three orders for Diagon Alley, please urge me again..."

"..."

Madam Pomfrey turned and left, and checked Harry again. Harry was fine, but he was a little excited and his hands were shaking constantly, as if he had Parkinson's.

"Rove, what happened?" Harry lay on the side of the bed, poked his head and asked, "Have you seen Quirrell and Voldemort? And the Philosopher's Stone..."

Madam Pomfrey was about to leave the ward, but seeing Harry so active, she came back and gave him a bottle of tranquilizer and sleeping pill.

After Harry drank it, he collapsed on the bed and soon fell asleep. Madam Pomfrey took another deep look at Rove.

Rove was quiet 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, and Rove listened with pricked ears. It seemed that someone wanted to come in, but was blocked by Madam Pomfrey.

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

"It's really not easy to break through Madam Pomfrey's block. I have suggested to her more than once to become a Quidditch goalkeeper. She is very talented in blocking people."

The headmaster sat down on the chair and said with a smile: "Rove, many students want to come in to see you and give you gifts, especially many witches... If it wasn't for Madam Pomfrey, your bedside is already full of things .”

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 like wildfire."

"The devil's flame in the secret room..."

"I got there just in time to put it out," said Dumbledore.

"Is there no dead person?" Rove asked.

"Except for Quirrell, who was swallowed by his Fiercefire Curse... the most seriously injured is probably Draco Malfoy." Dumbledore said calmly:

"He's fine, but he took the Polyjuice Potion with Snape's hair in it, and when he woke up, he threw up in the bathroom for a long time."

"..."

"Lucius Malfoy doesn't seem to trust Madam Pomfrey's medical skills, so he sent his son to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic." Dumbledore said calmly.

"Lucius Malfoy also thought that I was not worthy of being a headmaster, and wrote several letters, using abusive words about me, my parents and my surname..."

"..."

Dumbledore quickly recounted what happened in the restricted area. He finally crossed his hands, leaned back in his chair and said:

"Rove, tell me your story, I really want to know, how did you find the secret room?"

Dumbledore searched for a long time, but he couldn't find the Chamber of Secrets, otherwise Hagrid would not have been expelled fifty years ago.

But he didn't expect that Rove was able to find and stop Voldemort and the Basilisk.

Harry was completely in his expectation and plan, but Rove's behavior was completely beyond his imagination, which caught him by surprise.

"I guessed it." Rove lowered his head, and said the speech he had prepared a long time ago: "I was walking in the corridor one day, and suddenly heard a voice coming from the wall... that voice was Parseltongue, Keep screaming to kill."

"Parseltongue?" Dumbledore asked curiously, "Rofe, are you a Parseltongue?"

"I'm not born with a Parseltongue, Professor." Rove shook his head and said, "I think you should have heard my grandfather mention my special talent..."

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

It was also because of this talent that he decided to allow Rove to bring the box and come to Hogwarts to study instead of letting him go to Ilvermorny.

"Yes." Rove took out a seed, and he put it in the palm of his hand, and the seed quickly took root and germinated.

"This is the magic of the Bowtruckle, which can give birth to plants. I learned it from the Bowtruckle...do you understand?"

"A very peculiar talent... Rove, but it is not difficult to understand." Dumbledore smiled and said:

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

Natural Legilimency Master, Parseltongue, Disguise Magus, Celestial Eye in prophecy, these are all magic that ordinary wizards cannot learn after tomorrow, some people are born with it!

Our Dumbledore family also has..."

Dumbledore seemed to be lost in memory, he said unhurriedly:

"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 he died and flew away and never came back, and I have a... Fox. "

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

"I have one..." Dumbledore paused, as if thinking about his words, before continuing after a moment: "My best friend...he once said that 'magic blooms only in a very small number of souls'.

And among these very few souls, even more special innate magical talents will be awakened. "

Dumbledore sighed:

"This kind of talent can't be explained. It can only be considered as the power of inheritance in the blood. That's why the concept of pure blood is so popular. They firmly believe that pure blood wizards will marry each other, and that special talent will always be inherited and will not be diluted. "

"Rove, you obviously also have some kind of special talent." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes, staring at the germinated seed, and said softly:

"But this is not my major. Nico is better at it. He has studied it for centuries. You can ask him if you have a chance."

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

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(The third chapter is delivered, today's 6,000 words are completed.)