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Dumbledore said, pointing his finger at Harry as he briefly described Harry's situation to Duten.

What do you feel like you're a snake, seeing Mr. Weasley being attacked, having weird dreams for a long time, blah blah.

Duten nodded, walked up to Harry, and looked down at him. At this time, Harry's face was pale, his eyes were a little blue, and he was sitting there trembling, and he was in a very bad state.

Duten rolled his eyelids first, then suddenly reached out and slowly placed his right hand on Harry's forehead.

After a few moments, Duten withdrew his hand, then turned to Dumbledore and whispered something.

Harry sat in a chair in the middle of the room, looking at Duten and then at Dumbledore, unable to hear their conversation or understand what they were doing, so he sat there stunned, like a wooden man.

After listening with his ears pricked up for a long time, but he couldn't hear anything, Harry began to look around, and he saw many old headmasters peeping in the portrait, and they noticed that Harry was watching them, and hurriedly pretended to be asleep again. Harry was about to withdraw his gaze when there was a shout on the wall on the right, and the wizard named Evra had returned to the frame, a little out of breath.

"Dumbledore!"

"What's the news?" Dumbledore immediately asked.

"I kept shouting until someone came running," said the wizard, wiping his forehead with a curtain, "that I heard something moving downstairs—they were skeptical, but went down anyway—and you knew there was no picture to look at below." Anyway, they carried him up after a few minutes. He didn't look good, he was covered in blood, and I ran to Avrida Cragg's portrait to get a good look—"

"Very well," Dumbledore said, Ron twitching, "I think Dalyse will see him go in, and—"

After a while, the witch with the silver curls of hair also returned to the frame, she coughed and sat down in the leather chair and said, "Yes, they sent him to St. Mungo, Dumbledore...... They walked under my portrait...... He doesn't look good......"

"Thank you." Dumbledore said, turning to look at Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, I need you to wake up the rest of the Weasleys."

"Of course ......"

Professor McGonagall stood up and walked briskly to the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who looked scared now.

"Dumbledore—and Molly?" Professor McGonagall said at the door.

"Let Fawkes go after she's done sentry," Dumbledore said, "but she probably already knows...... Her marvelous wall clock......"

Harry knew that Dumbledore was referring to the wall clock that didn't show the time, only the whereabouts and conditions of the Weasleys. He thought to himself that Mr. Weasley's pointer must still be pointing to "life in danger" at this moment. But it was too late...... Mrs. Weasley may have been sleeping and not looking at the clock...... He shuddered at the thought of Mrs. Weasley's Boggart turned into her husband's corpse, his glasses crooked and his face bleeding...... But Mr. Weasley won't die...... He can't die......

Dumbledore fumbled around a cupboard behind Harry and Ron, finding an old blackened teapot and placing it carefully on the table. He raised his wand and said "Mentos," and the teapot fluttered for a moment, emitting a strange blue light, then gradually still, and then blackened again.

Dumbledore walked over to another portrait, a wizard with a goatee and an intelligent appearance. He was dressed in a silver and green Slytherin costume and seemed to be sleeping soundly, not even hearing Dumbledore call him.

"Phineas, Phineas!"

Now the people on the walls are no longer pretending to be asleep, they are walking around in the frames, so that they can see more clearly. While the wise-looking wizard continued to pretend to be asleep, some of them began to call him as well.

"Phineas! Phineas! Phineas! ”

He couldn't pretend anymore, so he moved exaggeratedly, his eyes wide.

"Did anyone call me?"

"I need you to run through another of your portraits, Phineas," Dumbledore said, "and I've got another message. ”

"Take a run through that portrait of mine?" Phineas screamed, letting out a long yawn, "Oh no, Dumbledore, I'm so tired tonight......"

Harry thought Phineas's voice was familiar. Where have you heard of it? Before he could think about it, the surrounding portraits suddenly erupted in protest.

"Disobedience, sir!" A big fat male wizard with a red nose waved his fist and shouted, "Failure to do duty! ”

"We have an obligation to serve the current Headmaster of Hogwarts!" An old wizard who looked frail shouted, Harry recognized it as Dumbledore's predecessor, Armando Duppet, "it, Phineas!" ”

"Do you want me to convince him, Dumbledore?" A shrewd-eyed witch raised a wand that looked like a birch strip.

"Oh, well," Phineas said, glancing at the wand a little frightened, "though he may have ruined my portrait by now, he has ruined most of the house—"

"Sirius won't spoil your portrait." Dumbledore said. Harry remembered where he had heard Phineas's voice: from the seemingly empty frame of bedroom 12 Grimmauld Place. "You have to tell him that Arthur Weasley is seriously injured and that his wife, his children, and Harry Potter will soon be at his house. Do you understand? ”

"Arthur Weasley is injured, wife and children and Harry Potter are coming." Phineas lazily said, "Okay, okay...... Well......"

He slipped out of the frame, and the door to the study opened again, and Fred, George, and Ginny were ushered in by Professor McGonagall, all still in their nightgowns, with disheveled hair and looked terrified.

"Harry—what's going on?" Ginny asked in fear, "Professor McGonagall said you saw Daddy hurt—"

"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said before Harry could speak, "and he's been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." I'm going to send you back to Sirius's quarters, where it's easier to get to the hospital than the Burrow, where you'll see your mother. ”

"How do we get there?" Fred asked, "Do you use Floo powder?" ”

"No," Dumbledore said, "Floo fans aren't safe at the moment, the network is being watched. Use ye the key of the door. He pointed to the innocent-looking old teapot on the table. Now just wait for Phineas Nigelus to come back...... I want to make sure there's no danger to send you again—"

A flash of fire flashed in the center of the room, leaving behind a golden feather that floated lightly to the ground.

"It's Fawkes's oath." Dumbledore grabbed the feather and said, "Professor Umbridge must know that you're not in bed...... Minerva, go and break her up—whatever the pretext—"

With the rustle of tartan, Professor McGonagall left.

"He said welcome," said a beaming voice behind Dumbledore, the wizard named Phineas reappearing in front of the Slytherin banner. "My great-grandson has a quirk of staying with people......"

"Come on," Dumbledore said to Harry and Weasley, "quick, before anyone comes......"

Harry and the others gathered around Dumbledore's table.

"You've all used the portkey, haven't you?" Dumbledore asked, and everyone nodded, each putting their hands on the black teapot. "Good. I count to three, one...... 2. ......"

It was only a moment's work: in the brief pause before Dumbledore was mostly "three", Harry glanced up at him - they were so close that Dumbledore's clear gaze moved from the portkey to Harry's face.

Suddenly, Harry's scar burned and hurt, like a wound had been reopened--a strong hatred rose in Harry's heart, for no reason, but terrifyingly strong, and he wanted to attack at that moment - he wanted to bite - to stick his fangs into the body of the man in front of him -

“…… Three ......"

He felt a jerk behind his navel, and the ground disappeared from under his feet, his hands glued to the teapot, colliding with the others, speeding forward in the swirling colors and whirring wind, the teapot pulling them all the way, and—

His foot slammed into the ground, sending him to the knees. The teapot clattered to the ground. A nearby voice said, "It's back, these scum scum, is their father going to die?" ”

"Get out!" Another voice roared.

Harry got up and looked around, and they came to the gloomy basement kitchen at 12 Grimmauld Place. The only sources of light were a fire and a flickering candle that illuminated the remnants of the cold supper. Kreacher vanished into the antechamber doorway, tugging at the loincloth and looking back at them maliciously. Sirius hurried towards them, looking anxious. He was unshaven, still dressed in daytime clothes, and smelled of old wine that was a bit like that of Mondongues.

"What's wrong?" He reached out and pulled Ginny up, "Phineas Nigelus says Arthur is badly wounded—"

"Ask Harry." Fred said.

"yes, I'd like to hear about it too." George said.

The twins and Ginny were staring at him, and Kreacher's footsteps stopped on the stairs outside.

"Yes—" Harry began, more embarrassing than telling Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, "I see- I had a dream......

He told everything he saw, but with a slight alteration, as if he had seen a large serpent attack from the side, rather than directly through the snake's eyes...... Ron, still pale, glanced at him, but didn't speak. After Harry finished speaking, Fred, George, and Ginny stared at him for a few more moments. Harry felt reproach in their gazes, and he didn't know if it was his imagination. But if they were to rebuke him for doing so, he was glad not to say that he was possessed of the serpent......

"Is Mommy here?" Fred asked, turning to Sirius.

"She probably doesn't know it yet." Sirius said, "The important thing is that you have to get out of the way before Umbridge intervenes." I think Dumbledore is informing Molly. ”

"We're going to St. Mungo's Hospital," Ginny said anxiously, looking at her brothers, who were of course still in their pajamas, "Sirius, can you lend us some cloaks or something?"

"Wait, you can't rush to St. Mungo!" Sirius said.

"Of course we can." Fred stiffly said, "He's our dad!" ”

"How do you explain that you knew Arthur was injured before the hospital informed the family?"

"What does that matter?" George said fiercely.

"It matters, because we don't want to make a fuss about Harry being able to dream of a thousand miles away!" Sirius said angrily, "Do you know what the Ministry of Magic is going to do about it? ”

Fred and George's expressions indicated that they didn't care what the Ministry of Magic would do. Ron was still pale and didn't say a word.

"It's fair to say that someone else told us," Ginny said...... We've heard from elsewhere, not to mention Harry......"

"Listen to whom?" Sirius said impatiently, "Listen to me, your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix, and that is suspicious enough in itself, and adding that his children will know the situation in a few seconds, you will seriously damage the Order of the Phoenix-"

"We don't care about any stupid Order of the Phoenix!" Fred shouted.

"Our father is dying!" George shouted.

"Your father knows what he's doing, and he won't thank you for messing up the Order of the Phoenix!" Sirius was also on fire, "That's it—that's why you're not members of the Order of the Phoenix—you don't understand—there's something worth dying for!" ”

"You say it easy, huddle here!" Fred yelled, "I didn't see your life in danger!" ”

The only blink of blood on Sirius' face vanished, and for a moment he seemed to want to punch Fred, but when he spoke, he was adamantly calm.

"I know it's hard, but let's all pretend we don't know yet, don't be impatient, and at least wait until we hear from your mother, okay?"

Fred and George were not convinced, but Ginny walked over to the nearest chair and sat down. Harry looked at Ron, who made a strange gesture between nodding and shrugging, and the two sat down. The twin brothers glared at Sirius for another minute before they sat down on either side of Ginny.

The atmosphere in the room was so oppressive that it was almost impossible to breathe, and it was only then that Harry remembered that it seemed that Duten had not come with them. Recently, Du Teng has been elusive, and he has wanted to ask about it for a long time, but he has never had the opportunity. Just now, Du Teng hadn't spoken to them since he appeared, and he didn't follow them when he used the portkey to teleport now...... He couldn't say anything, he could only look at Sirius.

Sirius...... Can I ask...... Duten: What's going on with him? Why don't we see him so often late......"

Although this question seemed to have nothing to do with today's events, the eyes of others still looked at it.

"I'd love to tell you, it's really ......" Sirius glanced at Harry and organized the language, "but I'm really sorry I can't tell you what he does...... You just need to know that all of us, everything we do, is for the Order of the Phoenix, for the sake of fighting the Dark Lord. Even if one of us dies, even if all of us die, the work against the Dark Lord cannot be stopped. Harry, and you, you are the hope of the future, and if we do fail, we need you to fight the Dark Lord. So, don't ask anything, don't think about anything, just stay here and wait for the next step. ”

"By the way," Sirius turned his head slightly, "come, let's ...... Wait while drinking. Butterbeer flies! ”

All that was left of the room was the sound of drinking water.

So, what exactly has Duten been up to lately? (To be continued.) )