Allen felt as if he had a very, very long dream. In the dream, he grew a pair of pure white wings and flew around in the sky. As a result, because he flew too high, his wings actually melted, and then he began to fall from the sky, falling and falling, and then he was startled awake.
After waking up, Allen found himself lying on the bed. He closed his eyes, savoring the dream he had just had, unwilling to wake up from the feeling of free flight. However, he immediately felt that something was wrong with his body.
He opened his eyes and first saw his hand resting on his wand by the bed. But he didn't bother to put away his most precious possession, because he felt something extra on his back, and vaguely sensed that it was very large.
"Could it be that today I randomly got an organ that's particularly large and hangs from my head down to my back?" Allen thought to himself.
As he became more and more awake, he quickly realized something was wrong. He felt as if an extra pair of limbs had grown on his back, and his brain could control them.
He carefully ordered the limbs on his back to open, then reached out to check his head, but he quickly stopped, because he saw a pair of wings slowly unfolding behind him...
Even with Allen's extensive knowledge, he was stunned by this pair of wings. Once startled, people tend to have some kind of stress response, and Allen's wings suddenly spread out behind him...
The wingspan is very wide, that was Allen's first thought.
Immediately following was a series of crackling sounds. It turned out that Allen's wings had passed through the crimson flannel curtains, bumped into his roommates' belongings, and knocked them all over the floor.
The sound of things falling woke up his roommates, and they were all stunned by the huge wings. Ron even screamed in fright. Harry was the first to calm down. He bravely opened Allen's curtains, trying to confirm Allen's condition: "Allen, are you okay?"
"I'm fine, I don't feel anything unusual right now," Allen's voice was a little muffled.
Neville said somewhat nervously, "What's going on? We were just talking about flying yesterday, and today you've grown a pair of wings?"
"I don't know either, but now isn't the time to talk about it. I don't think I can confirm my situation. Who can help me call a prefect?" Allen quickly calmed down. Growing strange organs over the past few months had made him experienced. At least these wings weren't beyond his comprehension.
"I'll go, Percy is my brother," Ron said, and without even putting on his socks, he stumbled out of the dormitory barefoot.
Soon, Ron brought Prefect Percy to their dormitory.
Percy was also stunned by the huge wings and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"Prefect, I don't feel any discomfort right now, but it's best to send me to Madam Pomfrey first. My talent might have mutated, and I'm not sure how it will develop after this," Allen said calmly.
"Also, please notify Professor McGonagall, and perhaps Professor Dumbledore as well," Allen added, then began to change his clothes, preparing to leave.
...
Percy thus led Allen to the hospital wing, while Hedwig, who had flown to Harry's dormitory early in the morning to peck at the window for food, was pressed into service by Percy and sent to deliver a message to Professor McGonagall explaining the situation.
Along the way, the early-rising Hogwarts teachers and students were stunned and all wanted to come over and touch Allen's wings. These curious people were all stopped by Percy and could only follow behind to watch. Indeed, watching a spectacle is human nature, even for wizards.
It was then that Allen had the leisure and space to spread his wings and observe them. These wings felt like they had a wingspan of over 5 meters. The huge wings made Allen appear even smaller, and the color of the wings was pure white, without a single trace of 雜色.
Seeing this color, Allen couldn't help but think of the wings made by Handmade Geng, though those were a size larger than these.
The wings were not heavy, in fact, they were quite light, but they were too large. When spread, the wind resistance was too great, making it difficult to walk. But retracting them wasn't good either; if Allen walked straight with his wings retracted, they would drag on the ground.
For some reason, Allen always felt that such pure white wings dragging on the ground wasn't good. But if he wanted to walk without the wings dragging while retracted, he would have to stick out his butt and hunch his back, making the retracted wings form an acute angle with the ground. However, this was very undignified and tiring.
Allen tried walking a few steps like this before belatedly realizing that this was how birds he usually saw walked!
But walking like this was also quite strenuous, so he could only try his best to spread his wings upwards, trying not to touch the flowers and plants of Hogwarts.
Thus, Allen painstakingly arrived at the hospital wing. Professor McGonagall also arrived at the hospital wing at the same time. Madam Pomfrey, at this moment, displayed extremely high professional competence. Facing such a bizarre scene, she remained calm and proceeded with the consultation and examination normally. Professor McGonagall, on the other hand, continuously observed Allen's wings, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
After some time of consultation and examination, Madam Pomfrey made her final diagnosis: Allen had no problems, but to be safe, he should drink some potion to enhance his physical strength.
Then she poured a bottle of dark brown potion down Allen's throat. After drinking it, Allen felt a sour taste lingering in his mouth. Just as he began to suspect the potion had gone bad, a surge of warmth suddenly erupted from his stomach, traveling upwards to his forehead, and then two plumes of white smoke shot out of his ears like train whistles. At this moment, a surge of strength filled his body, sweeping away all his fatigue.
"We need to go see Professor Dumbledore," Professor McGonagall told Allen.
Then she led Allen to the Headmaster's office. "Chocolate Frogs," she recited the password, then led Allen inside. After walking up a long staircase, Allen and Professor McGonagall entered the Headmaster's office, which was filled with various books, alchemical artifacts, and portraits of past Hogwarts Headmasters on the walls.
Beside the Headmaster's desk, a phoenix was dozing with its eyes closed.
Professor Dumbledore was wearing his pajamas, poring over the Daily Prophet at his desk. The entire office was very quiet.
"Good morning, Professor Dumbledore!" Professor McGonagall greeted him. As she spoke, the room suddenly came alive.
The portraits of the Headmasters all opened their eyes, looking at Allen, pointing and whispering.
One of the portraits was extremely exaggerated, "Ha! What do I see! A bird-man!"
Allen tried his best to ignore these portraits and bowed to Professor Dumbledore.
At this moment, Professor Dumbledore finally raised his head. He had an appearance different from ordinary people: a silver-white beard that trailed long down to his chest, his robes were not neatly worn, and he wore half-moon spectacles.
But none of this was as striking as his eyes. His eyes were very bright, and his sapphire blue pupils seemed to sparkle.
"Ah, ah! It's Mr. Phineas," Professor Dumbledore stood up and strode over. His movements were nimble. "I already know about your situation. I was specifically waiting for your arrival."
Allen shook hands with the Headmaster, feeling a little restrained. Allen was still a little intimidated by this most powerful white wizard. What the Sorting Hat couldn't do, Dumbledore might not necessarily be unable to do. What if he was discovered to be a transmigrator?