"Kingsley...... He...... Dead......" Harry Potter stammered a little.

Mr. Weasley lowered his head and nodded silently.

The whole room, suddenly quiet-

The twin brothers' faces looked a little distorted from the shock.

Ted and Andomida-Tonks looked at each other and couldn't help but sigh.

Ginny Weasley covered her face behind her handkerchief and sobbed silently.

Ron sat on the ground......

As for Harry Potter, he only felt like someone had given him a stick on the head, making his head dizzy......

Kingsley Shackle...... That's it...... He's dead?

Truth be told, Harry hadn't been in contact with Kingsley for long, not even two years...... But the magnetic voice of the other party, the firm and reliable back, had already left an extremely deep impression on Harry's heart......

And now, Mr. Weasley had suddenly told him that such a powerful wizard and such a good Auror as Kingsley...... He actually died like this?

Harry couldn't even accept the fact a little.

Mr. Weasley had gone to the pantry and pulled out a bottle of strong whiskey and some glasses.

"Here!" he said, waving his wand, and several full glasses of wine flew into the hands of everyone in the room, one of which he held aloft...... Mr. Weasley said in a low voice, "For Kingsley." ”

"Kingsley!" Harry poured an entire glass of hard whiskey down his throat as he ran away.

The throat was suddenly hot and very uncomfortable.

"Who the hell is it?" Harry said hoarsely, "those who attacked the Order of the Phoenix headquarters...... Those who killed Kingsley...... Who the hell are they?"

"Harry!" Cialis Black hurriedly rushed over and hugged Harry tightly, "Don't ...... like that"

"Who the hell is it!" Harry roared as if he had gone mad.

"Sorry, we don't know...... Maybe when Professor Dumbledore comes, he might know something!" Mr. Weasley shook his head lightly and whispered.

"Harry, you need to rest!" Siris said without saying anything, as he looked at his cousin, "Andomeda, is there a room vacant now?"

"Of course there is...... You come with me!" replied Mrs. Tonks quickly.

......

Lying on a clean cot, Harry Potter was still grieving the death of Kingsley Shackle.

Touching the throbbing scar on his head, he felt something burning in his throat, perhaps because of the whiskey......

Then, for no apparent reason, the pain suddenly became sharp.

He desperately covered his forehead and closed his eyes to stop himself from shouting—

Immediately after, Harry's mouth erupted with a strange laugh, and his entire face became contorted......

......

Little by little, the surrounding environment has changed.

He is no longer in the Tonks' cottage, but in a strange manor.

Like Grimmauld Place, it's full of Christmas decorations, as if a grand Christmas dinner is taking place......

It's just that the people who attended the dinner party were all dressed in gloomy black robes...... This is the costume that belongs to the Death Eaters.

Harry walked in the center of the Death Eaters, a shrill laugh coming out of his mouth.

"Master—" A tall woman with smooth black hair, dark skin, a wide chin, and thick eyelids walked up to him with a humble face, and said tremblingly, "what is going on to make you so happy?"

Bellatrix Lestrange's face was full of anticipation.

Voldemort's smile faded.

"Master!" Peter Yaxley on the other side walked over: "Severus is here, saying that he has something important to report to you!"

"Severus?" Bellatrix-Lestrange's face changed suddenly, she glanced at Yaxley with suspicion, and said coldly, "Shouldn't Snape be celebrating Christmas with his fellow Order of the Phoenix at their headquarters right now...... He actually chose to ...... at this time"

"Stand down, Bella!" Harry's voice was hoarse, but still full of joy, and he was in a very good mood, so he didn't get angry, "Let Severus come, I know what he's here for!"

"Yes, master!" Bellatrix said humbly.

Severus Snape made his way through the crowd with an anxious look on his face, and made his way to the Dark Lord.

He looked rather embarrassed, causing several laughs from several Death Eaters around him.

But as Voldemort glared at them coldly, the smile disappeared.

"Severus!" Voldemort grabbed Severus-Snape's hand and said gently, "Looks like you're not hurt!"

"Yes, master......" Snape looked up and met the Dark Lord with his empty eyes, he nodded and replied, "But the Order of the Phoenix has suffered heavy losses this time!"

"Order of the Phoenix loss?" Bellatrix screamed in disbelief.

"It's hard to believe...... Severus Snape replied calmly, "But just ten minutes ago, a strange and rather rather wizarding group suddenly attacked the Order of the Phoenix headquarters, and it's certain that they weren't our men...... But they are strong...... I estimate that at least five of the Order of the Phoenix became killed in the raid, and the rest fled in panic elsewhere......"

"You're not kidding, Severus?" said Yaxley with a look of incredulity, "The headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix is protected by the Curse of Bravery, and who else would attack the Order of the Phoenix besides us?"

"I'm convinced I know more about the Damour Loyalty Curse than you do, Yaxley, but that's exactly what it is!" Snape said coldly.

"Severus is right!" Voldemort said with a smile, helping Snape up from the ground, "I can testify for him!"

Both Yaxley and Bellatrix's eyes widened.

"The Order of the Phoenix has suffered a great loss, and that is a sad reality. Voldemort teased, "At least I can identify one of the victims...... Kingsley Shackle......"

"That tricky Auror of Shackel is dead?" said Yaxley, looking overjoyed.

"Who the hell did that...... Could it be that there are enemies other than us?" Bellatrix asked, busy.

"It's a big world, Bella!" Voldemort said meaningfully, "and don't forget, just a few months ago, another of Albus Dumbledore's sworn enemies just escaped from his prison!"

......

Harry...... Harry ......"

Siris' anxious voice awakens Harry Potter from his dream.

Harry's eyes were a little foggy, and he only vaguely remembered that he had a dream-

But the contents of the dream have been completely forgotten.