In the flash of fire, Fawkes had already flown away. Dumbledore leaned down, put some silver instruments Harry had never heard of using them, sat down and sat down to watch them again, striking it gently with the end of his wand. The instrument came alive with a rhythmic tinkling sound.

A wisp of pale green light smoke came out of the silver tube. Dumbledore frowned and looked at the smoke carefully. After a few seconds, the smoke became dense and tangled together in the air. A snake's head sticks out of the smoke......

Harry wondered if the instrument was validating his story, and he looked eagerly at Dumbledore for a hint, but Dumbledore didn't look up at him.

The prophetic silverware, from the work of Nicolamay, is undoubtedly a part of the guidance.

"So, is the snake Voldemort?"

"Voldemort went to the Ministry of Magic in person?"

Van Lin was a little unsure of what he thought, Voldemort hadn't found a way yet, but he knew that Harry could see it, so it wouldn't be difficult to invade Harry's consciousness when he realized it.

From this moment on, Harry is a ticking time bomb, and you can't be sure when or where the two souls will connect......

"Professor, is he here?" Van Lin looked up in the hope that Dumbledore would give him a definite answer.

Dumbledore didn't answer, though, and just used his wand to stir up the smoke.

"Naturally," Deng Liduo muttered to himself in a low voice, and continued to observe the changes in the smoke without a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"Is there any difference in nature?" Harry didn't know how to answer. The smoke snake split into two snakes that curled and circled in the black air.

With a grim, satisfied expression, Dumbledore waved his wand again, the tinkle of the clink faded away, and the smoke snake became a blur and finally disappeared into thin air. Dumbledore put the instrument back on the small, narrow table.

Harry saw that most of the old headmaster's eyes in the portrait had been following him, and when they realized that Harry was watching them, they hurried to pretend to sleep again.

"Don't worry about them. Van Lin patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry was about to ask what the strange silver instrument was for, when a shout came from the wall to their right, and the wizard named Evra gasped slightly, reappearing in his portrait.

"Dumbledore!"

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

"I kept calling until someone came running," Evra gasped, wiping his eyebrows with the curtain behind him, "I said I heard something coming down from the upper floors - they didn't believe it - but went to check it - you know there's no portrait there, so I can't go and check it." A few minutes later they carried him on his back, he didn't look very good, covered in blood, and as they left, I walked along the frame, in Kragg's portrait, in order to look closely. ”

Ron had a spasm.

"Well," said Dumbledore—I think Delis might have seen him come back then—" and a moment later the silver-curled witch reappeared in her photograph as she coughed and sat back in her armchair.

"It was they who brought him to St. Mungo's Hospital, Dumbledore. They took him past my portrait. He doesn't look very good. ”

"Thank you," Dumbledore said. He glanced at Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, please wake up the other Weasley kids. ”

"Of course. Professor McGonagall stood up and hurried to the door. Harry glanced at Ron hurriedly, and he was terrified.

"What about Dumbledore Molly?" Professor McGonagall said, pausing at the door.

"When Fawkes is on guard, the job will be handed over to it. Dumbledore said.

But she probably already knew. Her wonderful clock. ”

Everyone knew that Professor McGonagall was referring to the clock, which indicated not the time but the whereabouts and locations of the different members of the Weasley family, and Harry thought bitterly that Mr. Weasley's hands must now be pointing to mortal danger.

But it was late, and Mrs. Weasley was probably asleep and didn't look at the clock. Thinking of Mrs. Weasley approaching Mr. Weasley's lifeless body, Harry felt a chill as his glasses tilted aside, and blood welled up his cheeks.

Mr. Weasley is not dead. He can't die.

Dumbledore rummaged through a cupboard behind Harry and Ron. From there, he pulled out an old blackened kettle and carefully placed it on his desk.

He raised his wand and whispered, "Potters!" and after a few moments, the kettle shook with a strange blue light, then calmed down and returned to its previous blackness.

Dumbledore walked over to another portrait, this time a scavenging, intelligent-looking wizard with a sharp beard, dressed in Slytherin green and silver, sleeping so deeply that he didn't hear Dumbledore's attempt to wake him up.

"Phineas, Phineas. "The row of portraits in the room no longer pretending to be asleep, they move around their frames to see what is happening.

Of course, some of them also shouted his name when the clever wizard continued to fake sleep.

"Phineas, Phineas, Phineas!"

He couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore, he pretended to wake up suddenly and his eyes widened.

"Are you calling me?"

"I need you to visit your other portraits again, Phineas," Dumbledore said. "I received another message. ”

"Visit my other portraits?" Phineas muttered, feigning a long yawn (his eyes looked around the room and ended up on Harry).

"Oh no, I'm too tired tonight. ”

There was something in Phineas's voice that Hariri was familiar with, where had he heard it before, and he was trying to remembers the stormy protest of the portrait on the wall.

"Disobey the order, sir!" a fat, red-nosed wizard roared and waved his fist.

"Dereliction of duty!" "We thought the current Headmaster of Hogwarts was honorable to serve!" exclaimed a thin-looking old wizard. Harry recognized it as Armando Dumpett's predecessor, Armando Duppet.

"You have put us to shame Phineas!"

"Shall I persuade him Dumbledore?" said a steady-eyed witch, holding up a wand that was particularly thick, not like a birch pole.

"Oh, very good," said the wizard known as Phineas, staring at the wand with faint concern, "although he may have ruined my picture by now, he is no longer recognized by most families." ”

"Sirius knows not to spoil your likeness," Dumbledore said, and Harry immediately realized where he had heard Phineas before: from Sirius's ancestral home, in the empty image frame of his bedroom.

"Tell him that Arthur Weasley's badly injured wife, children, and Harry Potter will be coming to his house soon. Do you understand?"

"Arthur Weasley's injured wife, children, and Harry Potter will be there," Phineas repeated in a bored voice. "Yes, yes. Very good. ”