He tilts away from the portrait's frame and disappears. Just then, the door opened again, and Professor McGonagall led Fred, George, and Ginny in, and the three of them looked disheveled, sleepy-eyed, and shocked.

"Harry—what's the matter?" asked Ginny, looking scared. "Professor McGonagall said you saw Daddy hurt—"

"Your father was injured while working for the Phoenix Order," Dumbledore replied before Harry could speak, "and he was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment of his magical injuries." I'm going to send you back to Sirius' house, and it's more convenient to get to the hospital from there than to Hogwarts. You and your mother will meet there. ”

"How do we get there?" Fred asked, a little scared. "With Floo powder?"

"No," said Dumbledore, "it's not safe to use Floo powder right now, the passage is already being monitored." You use the portkey. Dumbledore pointed to the old kettle on his desk. "We are waiting for information from Phineas Nicolas. I want to be sure this place is safe before I send you guys there-"

In the middle of the office, a firelight flickered, and a golden feather fell to the floor.

"This is Fawkes' warning," Dumbledore said, grabbing the falling feather. "Professor Umbridge knows you're not in bed. Minerva went to stop her - tell her any story - "

Professor McGonagall, a deep Scottish tartan, left the room.

"He said he would be happy," said a disgusted voice behind Dumbledore, and Phineas had reappeared in front of his Slytherin frame.

"My great-great-great-grandchildren have a really weird way of choosing guests. ”

"Come here, and ......," Dumbledore said to Harry and Weasley. "Hurry up before anyone else comes in. ”

Harry and the others gathered around Dumbledore's desk.

"Have you all used a portkey before?" Dumbledore asked, nodding, each reaching out to touch a portion of the black kettle.

"Good. Count down to three then. One, two" In a short moment, just before Dumbledore said "three", Harry looked up at him—they were very close—and Dumbledore's clear, blue gaze moved from the portkey to Harry's face.

Harry's wounds immediately burned as if the old wounds had been ripped open again—unrestrained, unwanted, but very powerful, Harry felt a strong hatred in his heart, and for a moment he didn't care about anything, just biting the man in front of him with his sharp teeth.

"Three. ”

Harry felt a strong thrust behind his navel, the floor disappearing under his feet, his hand pressed against the kettle. Colored swirls and boldness quickened as he crashed into the other men's kettles, pulling them forward. Until his knees clasped and his feet hit the floor heavily.

The kettle fell to the ground, and a voice came from not far away from his ear: "It's back the traitor of the bloodline, is their father really dead?"

"Get out!" another voice roared. Harry glanced around. They had returned to the gloomy basement kitchen at 12 Grimmauld Place. The only sources of light were torches and a burning candle, and the light illuminated the leftover cold rice.

Kreacher disappeared into the doorway to the hall, looking back at them and tying his belt. Sirius ran towards them, looking anxious. He was still dressed in his usual clothes, his beard was unshaven, and he smelled of drinks like red wine.

"What's going on?" he said, holding out a hand to help Ginny stand up.

Phineas Nicholas said Arthur was badly injured. ”

"Ask Harry," Fred said.

"Yes, I want to know," George said. The twins and Ginny looked at him.

Kreacher's footsteps stopped on the stairs outside.

"Yes—" Harry began. It's harder than telling McGonagall and Dundelea. "I had a dream—" He told them everything he saw, from the perspective of a bystander, and the more terrible thought kept Harry in his heart.

Ron was still pale, and he glanced at him habitually, but didn't speak. After Harry had finished speaking, Fred, George and Ginny continued to look at him for a moment. Harry didn't know if he was imagining the process, but he felt that their expressions were a little reproachful.

If they blame him for being a bystander, then he is happy.

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

"She probably didn't even know what had been born," Sirius said. "There's something important for you to leave before Umbridge intervenes. I hope Dumbledore has let Molly know about it by now. ”

"We had to go to St. Mungo......" Ginny said hurriedly. She looked at her brothers, who of course were still in their pajamas. "Sirius, can you lend us a cloak or other clothes?"

"Wait a minute, you can't go to St. Mungo with tears in your eyes!" Sirius said.

"We can go to St. Mungo if we want," Fred said, with a stubborn expression. "He's our father!"

"How are you going to explain that you knew Arthur had been attacked before the hospital informed him of his wife?"

"What does it matter?" said George fiercely.

"It's important, because we don't want Harry to be drawn to the fact that he's being able to feel hundreds of miles away!" Sirius said angrily. "Do you know how the Ministry of Magic would interpret this message?"

Fred and George didn't seem to care what the Ministry of Magic would do. Ron remained pale and silent.

"Others may have told us," Ginny said. Aside from Harry, we probably knew about it somewhere else. ”

"Like who?" Sirius said impatiently. "Listen, your dad was injured while working for the Phoenix Order, and in that case, his child would not have known about the situation within seconds of the incident, and you would have seriously broken the Phoenix Order. ”

"We don't care about orders!" shouted Fred. "We're saying our dad is dying!" shouted the George.

"Your father knows what he's doing, and he won't thank you for breaking the Phoenix Order!" Sirius said with the same fury, "that's what it is—that's why, you're not part of the order—you don't understand—something is worth dying for!"

"Stay calm. "Delis said that Mr. Weasley is badly injured, but the healer didn't say that your father would die, so stay here and wait for Mrs. Weasley, who is more anxious than any of you, and not here to lose her temper with the people who care about you." ”

No one continued to speak, and Ginny only turned paler.

"Listen, I can tell you ......" Van Lin glanced at Sirius, "Your father was not injured in vain, and if you joined, you would know what that means!"