Chapter 899 Attack Him

"Then let us join in!" Fred shouted.

"Yes, if you can beat me. In the wizard's way, I will go and talk to Dumbledore." Fan Lin said lightly, "Before that, just stay here with peace of mind and wait for Mrs. Weasley to come. ”

"But……"

"I know it's difficult. We don't know what's going on yet but we've all started moving. At least we have to stay here until we hear from your mother, okay?"

"Oh fine……"

Fred and George still seem a bit rebellious. Ginny walked a few steps to the nearest chair and sat down. Harry looked at Ron who was a little confused and finally sat down. The twins glared at Sirius and Fanlin before sitting down on either side of Ginny.

"That's right" Sirius encouraged "Come on all of us and let's all have a butterbeer while we wait."

While he was speaking, half a dozen bottles flew towards them from the tea room, stopped along the table, and landed neatly in front of the seven of them. He raised his wand to clean up the leftovers on the table. They drank wine together. After a while, the only sound left in the room was the crackle of the kitchen fire and the "bang" of the bottles on the table.

Harry just drank and drank, his stomach filled with hot, raging guilt. Without him they wouldn't be here still sleeping in their beds. He told him that it was useless to raise the alarm to find Mr. Weasley, and that in fact, Harry could not now escape the situation in which he remained at the scene, as if he had directed it...

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

"You didn't attack anyone while you were lying on the bed." Fan Lin whispered, "This is not your fault!"

But Harry was still a little uneasy.

"So what happened in Dumbledore's office?" he asked himself. "I feel like attacking Dumbledore."

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

An explosion of fire illuminated the dirty dishes in front of them and they screamed in terror as a roll of parchment and a golden phoenix tail feather thumped onto the table.

"Fawkes!" Sirius said immediately as he grabbed the parchment. "That's not from Dumbledore it must be a letter from your mother."

He thrust the letter into George's hands, who tore it open and read aloud: "Father is still alive. I am going to St. Mungo's now. Stay where you are and I will tell you the news as soon as possible. Mother."

George looked at the table.

"Still alive," he said slowly.

"That's what it sounds like."

He didn't need to finish his sentence. Harry understood that Mr. Weasley was very weak as he hovered between life and death. Ron stared at the back of his mother's letter as if it might say something to comfort him. Fred snatched the parchment from George's hands and continued reading before looking up at Harry.

Harry felt his hand holding the beer bottle tremble again and had to grip it tightly to stop it.

This night was longer than any other night in Harry's memory. Sirius suggested that since there was no certainty that they should all go to bed but the Weasley boy had already given the answer with a look of disgust on his face.

They sat quietly around the table, watching the candles gradually melting and getting shorter. Occasionally they put the bottle to their lips. They said nothing except asking the time. They just wanted to know what was happening and comfort each other. If there was any important news, they would know it immediately because Mrs. Weasley was long overdue at St. Mungo's.

Fred dozed off, his head lolling lazily on his shoulder. Ginny curled up like a cat in her chair and opened her eyes, reflecting the firelight. Ron held his head in his hands and said nothing whether he woke up or fell asleep.

Harry, Fanlin and Sirius looked at each other, the victim waiting in a state of family grief.

wait.

This is undoubtedly a long process. For Fan Lin, this time is more like being used for digestion...

There is no doubt that the only thing that can serve as the carrier of Harry's consciousness is Voldemort's Horcrux, or... Voldemort's true body.

Based on the connection between Harry and Voldemort, if Voldemort splits his soul again, then Harry will definitely be able to feel it, and Nagini has been solved by Fan Lin last time, so the only perspective that may exist is Voldemort...

So, Voldemort visited the Ministry of Magic in person?

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

With different moods, several people sat there in silence, the possibility of surviving Voldemort...

But according to Harry, Voldemort didn't take action, so...

When Ron's watch read 10:05 in the morning, the kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley looked extremely pale, and they all turned to look at her. Fred, Ron, Verlin, and Harry all stood up from their chairs, and Mrs. Weasley gave a pale smile.

"He's going to be fine," she said her voice weak and tired. "He's sleeping. We'll go see him later. Bill is with him. He took the morning off."

Fred sat back in his chair and put his hands on his face. George and Ginny stood up and walked quickly to their mother and hugged her tightly. Ron smiled weakly and downed the bottle of butterbeer in one gulp.

"Breakfast!" Sirius jumped up and said loudly and happily. "Where is that cursed house-elf? Kreacher! Kreacher!"

But Kreacher didn't respond. Doing it for these dirty people didn't exist in Kreacher's mind.

"Oh, never mind...then" whispered Sirius, counting the number of people in front of him. "That's bacon and eggs for breakfast for 7 people, I think, plus 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 clear the plate from the tablecloth, Mrs. Weasley snatched the plate from his hands and hugged him warmly.

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

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

Sirius said he was glad to be able to help and hoped they would all stay here while Mr. Weasley was in hospital.

"Oh, Sirius I'm so grateful. They think he should be there for a while, it would be great if it was shorter. Of course that might mean we spend Christmas here."

"The more people there are, the more lively it is!" Sirius said sincerely. Mrs. Weasley looked at him and smiled. She hurriedly put on an apron to help prepare breakfast.

"Sirius" Harry whispered unable to stand it for a moment longer. "Can I have a word with you uh-now, also, Fanlin?"

"Okay!" Fan Lin nodded and put Mrs. Weasley's things on the table.

Harry walked into the dark tea room first, while Sirius and Fanlin followed behind him.

Harry got straight to the point and told them every detail of his dream, including the fact that he had become the one instigating an attack on Mr. Weasley.

When he paused to catch his breath Sirius said "Have you told Dumbledore?"

"Yes," said Harry impatiently, "but he won't tell me what it means. Well... he won't tell me anything."

"If there is anything worth worrying about, I think he will definitely tell you," Fan Lin said calmly, "Maybe it's just your illusion, Harry, you're too nervous."

"Not only that," Harry said, his voice rising slightly, "I think I'm going crazy. The moment before I touched the portkey in Dumbledore's office, at that moment, I felt like I was a snake, and, I thought When I see Dumbledore's wounds hurting, do you know I want to attack him?" (To be continued)