Chapter 897 Leaving
Fox had already flown away in the flash of fire. Dumbledore leaned down and placed some silver instruments on the desk whose use Harry had never heard of and sat down to watch them again as he struck it gently with the end of his wand. The instrument moved with a rhythmic tinkling sound.
A wisp of light green smoke emerged from the silver tube. Dumbledore frowned and looked carefully at the smoke. After a few seconds, the smoke thickened and became tangled in the air. A snake head sticks out from the end of the smoke...
Harry felt a little confused as to whether the instrument was validating his story. He looked eagerly at Dumbledore for some hint, but Dumbledore didn't look up at him.
The prophetic silverware comes from the work of Nicoléme, and there is no doubt that this can bring some guidance to people.
"So, is that snake Voldemort?"
"Voldemort went to the Ministry of Magic himself?"
Fan Lin was a little unsure of his thoughts. Voldemort had not found a way yet, but he knew that Harry could also see it. So, realizing this, it would not be difficult to invade Harry's consciousness.
It can be said that from this moment on, Harry is a time bomb. You can't be sure when or where the connection between the two souls will occur...
"Professor, is he here?" Fan Lin raised his head, hoping that Dumbledore would give him a definite answer.
But Dumbledore didn't answer, and just kept to himself, flicking the smoke with his wand.
"Naturally," Dumbledore whispered to himself in a low voice and continued to observe the changes in the smoke without any surprise in his eyes.
"What's the essential difference?" Harry didn't know how to answer this question. The smoke snake split into two snakes curling and circling in the black air.
Dumbledore showed a cold and satisfied expression and waved his wand again. The tinkling sound gradually disappeared and the smoke snake became blurred and finally disappeared into the air. Dumbledore placed the instrument back on the long, narrow table.
Harry saw the eyes of most of the old headmasters in the portrait following him, and when they realized Harry was watching them they hurriedly pretended to sleep again.
"Don't pay attention to them." Fan 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. The wizard named Evra gasped slightly and reappeared in his portrait.
"Dumbledore!"
"What's the news?" Dumbledore asked immediately.
"I kept shouting until someone came running over," Evra gasped, wiping his brow on the curtain behind him. "I said I heard something coming downstairs - they didn't quite believe it but went and checked - you know in There was no portrait there so I couldn't go and look at it. A few minutes later they carried him up and he didn't look good and he was covered in blood and when they left I walked over to the portrait of Cragg to get a closer look."
Ron convulsed.
"Okay," said Dumbledore - I think Dilys might have seen him come back then -" A moment later the silver-curled witch reappeared in her picture; she coughed, sitting back in her armchair.
"They were the ones who took him to St. Mungo's Hospital, Dumbledore. They took him past my portrait. He didn't look well."
"Thank you" Dumbledore said. He glanced at Professor McGonagall.
"Minerva asks you to wake up the other Weasley children."
"Of course." Professor McGonagall stood up and walked quickly to the door. Harry glanced briefly at Ron, who was terrified.
"What about Dumbledore Molly?" Professor McGonagall said, stopping at the door.
"This job will be handed over to Fawkes once he is on guard," Dumbledore said.
"But she might have known. That wonderful clock of hers."
Everyone knew that the clock that Professor McGonagall was pointing to did not indicate time but the whereabouts and locations of different Weasley family members. Harry thought sadly that Mr. Weasley's hands must now be pointing to fatal danger.
But it was very late and Mrs. Weasley was probably asleep and not looking at the clock. Harry felt a chill as he thought of Mrs. Weasley approaching Mr. Weasley's lifeless body, his glasses tilted to one side and blood rushing to his cheeks.
Mr. Weasley will not die. He cannot die.
Dumbledore was rummaging in a cupboard behind Harry and Ron. He found an old blackened kettle and placed it carefully on his desk.
He raised his wand and whispered "Portus!" After a moment the kettle swayed with an odd blue light and then subsided back to the same black color as before.
Dumbledore walked over to another portrait. This time it was of an intelligent-looking wizard with a pointed beard. His clothes were Slytherin green and silver. He was so deeply asleep that he didn't hear Dumbledore's attempts to wake him. the sound of.
"Phineas, Phineas." A row of portraits in the room stopped pretending to be asleep and moved around in their frames to see what was going on.
Of course, some of them shouted his name as the clever wizard continued to pretend to sleep.
"Phineas! Phineas! Phineas!"
He couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore he pretended to suddenly wake up and his eyes widened.
"Are you calling me?"
"I need you to visit your other portrait again Phineas" Dumbledore said. "I got another message."
"Visit my other portraits?" Phineas muttered, feigning a long yawn (his eyes darted around the room and finally landed on Harry).
"Oh no Dumbledore I'm too tired tonight."
There was something in Phineas's voice that was familiar to Hariri. Where had he heard it before? He was trying to carefully recall the stormy protest from the portrait on the wall.
"Disobedience, sir!" shouted a fat, red-nosed wizard, waving his fist.
"Derelict of duty!" "We think that the current headmaster of Hogwarts serves with honor!" shouted a thin old wizard. Harry recognized Dumbledore's predecessor, Armando Dippet.
"You disgrace us Phineas!"
"Shall I persuade him Dumbledore?" said a witch with protruding eyes, raising a particularly thick wand that did not look like it was made of birch pole.
"Oh, very good," said the wizard named Phineas, looking at the wand with vague concern. "Although he may have destroyed my photo now, he is no longer recognized by most families."
"Sirius knows better than to destroy your portrait," Dumbledore said, and Harry immediately realized where he had heard Phineas's voice before: in Sirius's ancestral home, in the empty frame in his bedroom.
"Tell him that Arthur Weasley's badly injured wife, children, and Harry Potter will be at his house soon. Do you understand?"
"There will be Arthur Weasley's injured wife, child and Harry Potter" Phineas repeated in a bored voice. "Yes. Very good." (To be continued)