The establishment of Dumbledore's Army can be regarded as a kind of support for Dumbledore, and it is also a rebellion of the students of Hogwarts against Umbridge. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Of course, this kind of rebellion is not on the table, and now that Umbridge is in power, they don't dare to resist openly no matter what, so they can only use this method to resist quietly.

After another day of studying, Harry returned to his dorm, back to his bed, burrowed under the covers, and soon fell asleep.

Harry dreams that he is back in the room where D.A. is meeting, and Cho complains that he tricked her into coming, saying that he promised to give her one hundred and fifty pictures of chocolate frogs whenever she comes. Then she pulled handfuls of pictures out of her robe and threw them into the air, and she became Hermione again. Hermione said, "You promised her, Harry...... I guess you'd better give her something else...... How's your fire bolt? Harry argued that he couldn't give the firebow arrows to Autumn because they had been taken by Umbridge, and that it was all ridiculous, and that he had just gone to D.A.'s room to hang some Christmas balls in the shape of Dobby's head......

The dream is disillusioned......

His body was soft, powerful, and nimble, gliding between shiny metal fences and on dark, icy stones...... He slid his body against the ground and slid on his belly...... The light was dim, but he could see the light of the objects around him, some bizarre, vivid colors...... He turned his head...... At first glance, the hallway is empty...... Wrong...... There was a man sitting on the ground, his head hanging over his chest, his silhouette flickering in the dimness.

Harry stuck out his tongue...... He tasted the man's scent...... He's alive, but he's dozing off...... Sit in front of the door at the end of the hallway......

Harry longed to bite the man...... But he had to resist the urge...... There are more important things to do......

But the man woke up...... Jumping up, a silver cloak slipped from his lap, and Harry saw his bright, blurred silhouette standing in front of him, a wand drawn from his belt...... He had no choice...... He erected himself and struck once, twice, three times, and plunged his fangs deep into the man's skin, feeling his ribs shatter between his teeth, hot blood......

The man screamed in pain...... Then there was silence...... Slumped at the foot of the wall...... Blood splattered to the ground...... His forehead hurt terribly...... It looks like it's going to explode......

"Harry! Harry! ”

He opened his eyes, drenched in cold sweat, and the sheets were wrapped around his body like tights. He felt like a hot tongs stuck in his forehead.

"Harry!"

Ron stood in front of the bed, as if frightened, and there were several figures at the foot of the bed. He hugged his head tightly, and his eyes blackened with pain...... He rolled to the edge of the bed and threw up.

"He's really sick," said a frightened voice, "to call someone?" ”

"Harry! Harry! ”

He was going to tell Ron that it was crucial...... Harry inhaled heavily, propped himself up from the bed, and ordered himself not to vomit, his vision blurred in pain.

"Your dad," he said breathlessly, his chest heaving, "your dad...... Something went wrong......"

"What?" Ron didn't understand.

"Your dad! He was bitten, it was bad, there was blood everywhere......"

"I'll call someone." The frightened voice said that Harry heard footsteps and ran out of the dormitory.

"Harry, buddy," Ron said, incredulously, "you...... You're just dreaming......"

"It's not!" Harry said furiously, making sure Ron understood, "It's not a dream...... It's not your average dream...... I was there, I saw ...... What I did ......"

He heard Seamus and Dean muttering, but he couldn't care about it anymore. The sharp pain in his forehead had lessened slightly, but he was still sweating and shivering like a high fever. He vomited again, and Ron jumped backwards.

"Harry, you're sick," he said uneasily, "Neville has gone find someone......

"I'm fine!" Harry choked and wiped his mouth with his pajamas, shivering uncontrollably, "I'm not sick, it's your dad to worry about - we're going to find him - he's bleeding - I'm - that's a big snake......"

He tried to get out of bed, but Ron pressed him back. Dean and Seamus were still muttering beside them. A minute or ten minutes later, Harry didn't know it, he just sat there shivering, feeling the sharp pain of his scar slowly subside...... Hurried footsteps were heard on the stairs, and he heard Neville's voice again.

"Over here, Professor......"

Professor McGonagall hurried into the dorm room in a tartan dressing gown, her glasses crooked on the bridge of her thin nose.

"What's wrong, Potter? Where does it hurt? ”

He had never been happier to see her, and he needed a member of the Order of the Phoenix now, not someone who was nervous to prescribe him useless potions.

"It's Ron's dad," he said, sitting up again, "he's been bitten by a snake, and it's very serious. What I saw. ”

"What, what you see?" Professor McGonagall's dark eyebrows furrowed.

"I don't know...... I was sleeping, and then I got there......"

"You mean you dreamed about it?"

"It's not!" Harry said irritably. Does no one understand? "I had a completely different dream, something stupid...... Later this one came in, it was true, not my imagination, Mr. Weasley was sleeping on the ground and was bitten by a big snake, a lot of blood, he fell down, and he had to find out where he was......"

Professor McGonagall looked at him through crooked glasses, as if she had seen something terrifying.

"I'm not lying, I'm not crazy!" Harry shouted, "Tell you, I saw it with my own eyes!" ”

"I believe you, Potter," Professor McGonagall said dryly, "put on your dressing gown - we'll go see the Headmaster." ”

She took his words seriously, and Harry was overjoyed. Without hesitation, he jumped up from the bed, put on his dressing gown, and pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

"Weasley, you should come along." Professor McGonagall said.

They followed Professor McGonagall past Neville, Dean, and Seamus on the side of Murray, out of the dormitory, down the spiral staircase to the common room, through the portrait hole, and down the moonlit hallway of the fat lady. Harry felt that the fear in his heart could burst at any moment. He wanted to run, he wanted to shout at Dumbledore. They walked slowly, and Mr. Weasley was bleeding. What if those fangs are poisonous? On the way, it met Lady Loris, who turned its bulb-like eyes at them and hissed faintly, and Professor McGonagall said "Shhhhhhhhh Lady Loris slipped into the shadows. A few minutes later, they came to the stone beast in Dumbledore's office.

"Honey bee candy." Professor McGonagall said.

The stone beast came alive and jumped to the side, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a rising stone staircase that resembled a spiral escalator. The three of them stepped up the stairs, the walls clattering behind them. They ascended in a small circle to the gleaming oak door, which had a bronze knocker in the shape of a sphin-headed embogriff.

Even though it was already past midnight, there was a loud noise in the room, as if Dumbledore was entertaining at least a dozen people.

Professor McGonagall tapped the beast-shaped knocker three times, and her voice suddenly stopped, as if it had been turned off. The door opened automatically, and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron inside.

The room was half-lit and half-dark, and the strange silver instruments on the table sat silently, instead of buzzing and spitting out puffs of smoke as usual. Portraits of past principals on the walls snore in frames. Behind the door, heads like swans, with golden and red feathers, and large birds of extraordinary beauty dozing off on their perches, their heads hidden under their wings.

"Oh, it's you, Professor McGonagall...... And also...... Yes. ”

Dumbledore sat in a high-backed chair behind his desk, leaning in front of the candlelight to read the papers. He was dressed in snow-white pajamas and a gold-encrusted coat on a purple background, but he looked energetic, and his piercing blue eyes were staring at Professor McGonagall.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter just made a ...... A nightmare. Professor McGonagall said, "He said......"

"Not a nightmare." Harry said immediately.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry, frowning slightly.

"Alright, Potter, tell the headmaster yourself."

"I ...... Well, I'm sleeping......" said Harry, a little annoyed that the Headmaster didn't look at him, but at his crossed fingers, though in horror and eagerness, "but this is no ordinary dream...... It's true...... I saw it happen......" he took a deep breath, "Ron's dad - Mr. Weasley - was bitten by a large snake. ”

After he finished speaking, the words seemed to echo in the air, a little absurd, even ridiculous. Dumbledore leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Ron looked at Harry and then at Dumbledore, pale and shocked.

"How did you see that?" Dumbledore asked softly, still not looking at Harry.

"Hmm...... I don't know," Harry said with a little annoyance - what does it matter? "In my head—"

"You misunderstood," Dumbledore said in a still calm tone, "I mean...... Do you remember -- ah-- where you were when you saw the attack? Are you standing next to the victim, or are you looking down on the scene from above? ”

It was a strange question, and Harry stared blankly at Dumbledore as if he knew......

"I'm the snake," Harry said, "and I've seen it all from the snake's point of view......"

No one said anything for a while, and then Dumbledore looked at Ron, who was still pale, and said in a stronger tone, "Is Arthur seriously injured?" ”

"It's serious." Harry said emphatically - why were they so slow to comprehend? Don't you know how much blood a person will bleed after being pierced by such long fangs? Why couldn't Dumbledore look at him? But Dumbledore jerked to his feet, startling Harry.

He said to an old portrait very close to the ceiling: "Evra? "And you, Dressis!" ”

A yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs and an old witch with long silver hair hanging down from the frame next to him immediately opened their eyes, both of whom seemed to have slept soundly just now.

"Did you hear that?" Dumbledore asked.

The wizard nodded, and the witch said, "Of course." ”

"The man was red-haired and wore glasses." Dumbledore said, "Evra, you need to raise the alarm to make sure he's found by his own people-"

The two wizards nodded and exited the frame from the side, but instead of appearing in the frame next to it, they vanished. Only a dark curtain remained in one frame, and a beautiful leather chair in the other. Harry noticed that many of the other old headmasters on the wall were snoring and drooling figuratively peeking at him from under their noses, and he suddenly understood who was talking when he knocked on the door.

"Evra and Dalyse are two of Hogwarts' most famous headmasters," Dumbledore walked briskly from Harry, Ron, and Professor McGonagall to the beautiful bird sleeping by the door, "and other important wizarding institutions have their portraits on them, too. They can come and go from portrait to portrait at will, so they can tell us what's going on elsewhere......"

"But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere!" Harry said.

"Sit down for a moment, three," said Dumbledore, as if Harry hadn't spoken, "Evra and Talis won't be back until a few minutes...... Professor McGonagall, could you pull two more chairs? ”

Professor McGonagall pulled her wand out of her pocket and waved it, conjuring up three chairs, wooden chairs with straight backs, different from the soft chairs that Dumbledore had conjured up during Harry's trial. Harry sat down and looked back at Dumbledore, he stroked the golden feather on Fawkes's head with a finger, and the phoenix immediately woke up, raised its beautiful head and neck, and looked at him with bright black eyes.

"We need a little alarm." Dumbledore whispered to it.

With a flash of fire, the phoenix was gone.

Dumbledore was now walking briskly over to a delicate silver instrument that Harry had never known what it was for. Dumbledore moved the instrument to his desk and sat down facing them again, tapping it lightly with the tip of his wand.

The instrument immediately came to life with a rhythmic clanging sound, and the small silver tube at the top spewed out wisps of pale green smoke that swirled through the air...... Dumbledore stared intently at the light smoke, his brow furrowed. After a few seconds, a few wisps of light smoke turned into a steady puff of smoke, getting thicker and thicker, swirling in the air...... The tip turned into a snake's head, and the snake's mouth was wide open. Harry wondered if the instrument was confirming his description, and he looked at Dumbledore eagerly for an affirmative reaffirmation, but the Headmaster didn't look up.

"Naturally, naturally," he said to himself, still staring at the smoke without any surprise, "but it's actually separate, isn't it?" ”

Harry was completely confused, but the smoke snake quickly split into two, swirling and writhing in the dim air. With a grim and satisfied look, Dumbledore tapped the instrument with his wand. The sound slowed down, and the smoke snake faded away, turning into invisible smoke and disappearing.

Dumbledore placed the instrument back on the slender table.

He was silent for a moment, then took a small green stone from his bosom, placed it on the table, and with a flick of his wand, the stone suddenly exploded, turning into a cloud of smoke and dust, which flew in front of Harry, and then quickly twisted, finally turning into a green vortex.

In the whirlpool, his hand was the first to stretch out, and then, Du Teng walked out of the whirlpool step by step.

He glanced at Harry and Professor McGonagall, nodded at them, and then looked at Dumbledore.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you looking for me?" (To be continued.) )