"Then let's join in!" shouted Fred.

"Yes, if you can beat me. In wizarding fashion, I'll go and talk to Dumbledore. Van Lin said lightly, "Until then, stay here and wait for Mrs. Weasley to come." ”

"But ......"

"I know it's going to be difficult, and even though we don't know what happened yet, we're all getting started. At least we'll have to stay here until we hear from your mother, okay?"

"Oh, okay......"

Fred and George still look a bit rebellious. Ginny took a few steps to the nearest chair and sat down deeply. Harry looked at Ron a little overwhelmed and finally sat down. The twins glared at Sirius and Verlin, and sat down on either side of Ginny.

"That's right," Sirius encouraged, "let's all come, let's all have a butterbeer while we wait." ”

As he spoke, half a dozen bottles flew from the pantry towards them, stopping along the table and landing neatly in front of the seven of them. He raised his wand to clean up the after-dinner scraps on the table, and they drank together, and after a while, all that was left of the room was the crackling of the kitchen fire and the "thump" of the bottles on the table.

Harry drank his head, his stomach filled with a hot, surging guilt. If it weren't for him, they wouldn't be here and still sleeping in their beds. He told him that it was useless to alert him to find Mr. Weasley, and in fact, Harry couldn't escape his presence now, as if he had instructed him......

"Don't be stupid, you didn't do it......" Harry told himself secretly, trying to stay calm, his hand shaking as he held the Butterbeer bottle

"You're lying in bed, you're not attacking anyone. Van Lin whispered, "It's not your fault!"

But Harry was still a little uneasy.

"So what's going on in Dumbledore's office?" he asked himself. "I felt like I wanted to attack Dumbledore. ”

He put the bottle down with some difficulty. Beer spilled from the bottle and spilled on the table. No one notices this.

An explosion of fire illuminated the dirty dishes in front of them, and they screamed in fright, a roll of parchment and a golden phoenix tail feather "thud" and landed on the table.

"Fawkes!" Sirius said immediately, grabbing the parchment. "It wasn't written by Dumbledore, it must have been a letter from your mother. ”

He shoved the letter into George's hand, who tore it open and read it aloud: "Daddy is still alive." I'm ready to go to St. Mungo's now. Stay where you are and I'll let you know as soon as possible. Mom. ”

George looked at the table.

"Still alive. He said slowly.

"It sounds like that. ”

He didn't need to finish his sentence. Harry understood that Mr. Weasley was torn between life and death, and was very weak. Ron stared at the back of his mother's letter, as if it would say something to comfort him. Fred snatched the parchment from George's hand and continued to look at it, then looked up at Harry.

Harry felt his hand holding the beer bottle tremble again, and he had to hold on to it tightly to stop shaking.

In Harry's memory, the night was longer than any other night. Sirius suggested that they should all go to bed if they weren't sure, but the Weasleys' children had already given the answer with a look of disgust.

They sat quietly around the table and watched the candles melt and get shorter, occasionally bringing the bottle to their lips, saying nothing but asking the time, wondering what was happening and comforting each other, and if there was important news, they would know at once, for Mrs. Weasley should have arrived at St. Mungo's long time ago.

Fred dozed off, his head leaning lazily over his shoulder. Ginny curled up like a cat in her chair, her eyes wide open to reflect the fire. Ron held his head in his hands, and didn't say anything whether he woke up or fell asleep.

Harry, Van Lin, and Sirius looked at each other, and the victim waited in a state of family grief.

Await.

It was undoubtedly a long process, and for Van Lin, this time was more like a time for them to digest......

There is no doubt that the only thing that can be used as Harry's consciousness is Voldemort's Horcrux, or ...... Voldemort's body.

With the connection between Harry and Voldemort, if Voldemort resplits his soul, then Harry will definitely be able to feel it, and Nagini has been solved by Van Lin last time, so the only possible perspective is Voldemort......

So, Voldemort visiting the Ministry of Magic?

So, Voldemort got what he wanted, so he started doing it to Harry?

With different moods, several people sat there in silence, surviving Voldemort's hands, this possibility......

However, as Harry expressed, Voldemort didn't do anything, so ......

When Ron's watch pointed to 10:05 a.m., the kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley's face was extremely pale, and they all turned to see her Fred, Ron, Van Lin, and Harry all standing up from their chairs, and Mrs. Weasley smiled palely.

"He'll be fine," she said, her voice tired and weak. "He's sleeping. We'll go see him later. Bill was with him, and he took a leave of absence in the morning. ”

Fred sat back in his chair and covered his face with his hands. George and Ginny stood up and quickly walked over to their mother and hugged her tightly. Ron smiled weakly and drank the butterbeer from the bottle.

"Breakfast!" Sirius said loudly and happily, jumping up. "Where's that damned house-elf? Kreacher! Kreacher!"

But Kreacher did not respond, doing it for these filthy people, in Kreacher's mind, did not exist.

"Oh, forget it...... So," Sirius whispered, counting the number of people in front of him. "So 7 people breakfast with bacon and eggs, I think there was also tea and toast. ”

Harry hurried to the kitchen to help. He was happy but also afraid that Mrs. Weasley would ask him to describe his dream. But before he could clean up the plate from the tablecloth, Mrs. Weasley snatched it from his hand and hugged him warmly.

"I don't know what Harry might have been born if it weren't for you!" her voice was a little hoarse. "They wouldn't have gone to Arthur so soon, if it would have been too late, thank you, he's still alive, Dumbledore would have figured out a good way to cover up Arthur there, you don't know how much trouble it would have been if he had been there to look at poor Sirius. ”

Harry could barely bear her gratitude, but luckily she soon let go of him and turned to Sirius and thanked him for watching her baby all night.

Sirius said he was happy to help, and hoped that all of them would remain here while Mr. Weasley was in the hospital.

"Oh, Sirius, I'm so grateful. They thought he should be there for a while, and it would have been great if it had been shorter. Of course, that could mean we're here for Christmas. ”

"The more people, the more lively!" Sirius said sincerely, and Mrs. Weasley smiled at him, and she hurriedly put on her apron to help prepare breakfast.

"Sirius," Harry whispered, not taking it anymore. "Can I tell you a word, uh-now, and, Van Lin?"

"Good!" Van Lin nodded, placing Mrs. Weasley's things on the table.

Harry walked into the dark pantry first, while Sirius and Verlin followed him.

Harry gets straight to the point and tells them every detail of his dream, including the fact that he became the instigator to attack Mr. Weasley.

When he stopped to catch his breath, Sirius said, "Did you tell Dumbledore?"

"Yes," Harry said impatiently, "but he won't tell me what that means. Well...... He doesn't tell me anything. ”

"If there's anything to worry about, I'm sure he'll tell you," Van Lin said calmly, "maybe it's just your delusion, Harry, you're too nervous." ”

"Not only that," Harry said, raising his voice slightly, "I think I'm going crazy, the moment before Dumbledore's office touched the portkey, I felt like I was a snake, and, I wanted to—when I watched Dumbledore's scars ache—you know I wanted to attack him!"