Chapter 471 A Bad Prophecy, Sending a Letter to Weasley (1/2)

Chapter 471 A bad prophecy, sending a letter to Weasley

"Danger, danger, Weasley's life is in danger..."

Aaron, who was sleeping soundly, almost fell off the bed when he heard the voice.

"Fuck! What's going on?"

"Stay calm, it's a warning from the prophecy." The thought body took the prophecy book off the throne, and then wrote today's date on it, and a line of words appeared on the blank page.

Danger, Weasley's life is in danger.

"Wow f*ck!" Aaron cursed speechlessly, "I thought I could have a good rest for a few weeks, but I didn't expect that I couldn't even sleep well."

"It has made a prediction every day for more than a month, and now there is finally a useful one." The thought body couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Unfortunately, it's not good news for us."

"Weasley." Aaron sighed, "Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny are all Weasleys, how do I know which one it is?"

"Those in Hogwarts should be fine, but the remaining five are hard to say."

"The question now is what to do? Should I care?" Aaron rubbed his forehead and looked at the thought body clone opposite, hoping that he could give him some advice.

"Don't look at me like that. Although I have my own thoughts, I am still you in essence.

What you worry about is what I worry about, and what you hesitate about is what I hesitate about." The thought body shrugged, "It's a bit unreasonable to say that you don't care. After all, we have lived in the shabby house for a few days. Although we lived in our own tents, their family did fulfill their hospitality and were very polite to us.

It may not be a big deal if you care, but you may also be inadvertently involved in the disputes in the wizarding world.

Who knows what kind of life-threatening situation he is in?

If it is just an ordinary accident, it's okay. Saving a life is harmless.

But if it is a battle with the Death Eaters, our participation in it will violate the family rules. I don't need to tell you the consequences!"

A trace of helplessness flashed in Aaron's eyes, "I really regret buying this book now. If I didn't know, I could at least sleep well. "

"You can lie to others, but do you have to lie to yourself in front of me?"

"After all, he is an acquaintance. If I don't care, I will just watch him die." Aaron scratched his head in confusion, "But the question is how to care? How can I resolve the so-called life-threatening situation without getting myself involved.

The same is true for this prophecy book. Can't the prophecy be more detailed?"

"It's not as simple as 500 magic points if it's more detailed.

How about finding Dumbledore? The Weasleys work for him, he won't turn a blind eye."

"No." Aaron refused decisively, "I can feel that our headmaster is under a lot of pressure. We must not take the initiative to appear in front of him at this time.

And he may not believe it even if we tell him. Once he knows the existence of the prophecy book..."

"Then this book is probably lost." The thought body continued.

"That's what I mean." Aaron said. The struggle between the White Lord and the Dark Lord is becoming more and more intense. At this time, a book of prophecy is very important.

"Then send someone to deliver a letter, anonymously."

"Who to send?" Aaron asked, "This is Hogwarts, not Gaius Castle, we can't call anyone to do anything."

"I'm talking about Transfiguration." The Thought Body waved his wand, and a cup was transformed into a brown owl, "Let it deliver the letter."

"This... is a way, but I don't think the letter can be delivered." Aaron said with a frown, "Hogwarts' communication channels are being monitored, Dumbledore and Harry Potter are the key targets of surveillance, and if nothing unexpected happens, I will also be targeted.

This owl will probably be detained before it can fly to Dumbledore's office. If Umbridge intercepts the letter, the situation will be even more complicated."

Hearing this, the Thought Body was at a loss.

"This won't work, that won't work either. We can't do it ourselves!"

"Wait." Aaron interrupted, "You mean do it yourself?"

The thought body was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted, "You don't really want me to deliver the letter?"

"I'm not that stupid. The letter must be delivered, but not to Dumbledore."

"Then to whom? Professor McGonagall?"

"No, no, no, in Hogwarts, besides the headmaster and the vice-headmaster, the one who cares about Weasley the most is..."

"Weasley." The thought body suddenly realized, "Yes, there is a great risk in delivering a letter to a great wizard or a great wizard at the peak, but it is relatively easy to deliver a letter to a wizard."

"What time is it now?" Aaron asked.

"It's just past midnight, and it's curfew time now."

"Without further delay, I have to go to the Gryffindor common room, you..."

"Ready." The thought body wrote the content of the prophecy on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope, "This is written with the left hand, no one will recognize it."

Aaron secretly praised his wit in his heart, then picked up the envelope and left the Shenming Temple.

The door of the Slytherin common room quietly opened, and Aaron walked out quickly, using the Disillusionment Charm to hide his figure and the Silencing Charm to block the footsteps.

He trotted all the way to the end of the corridor of the Gryffindor Tower, where a portrait blocked his way.

Looking at the Fat Lady dozing in the painting, Aaron's forehead had a few black lines.

Damn, he forgot that there was a gatekeeper here, and he didn't know the password to the Gryffindor common room.

After thinking for a moment, Aaron removed the Disillusionment Charm and changed his appearance at the same time.

"Ahem!"

A low cough was particularly clear in the silent corridor.

The Fat Lady was still a little confused when she heard the voice, but she immediately woke up when she saw the person standing in front of her.

"Professor Dumbledore, what's the matter with you?"

"It's very urgent, otherwise I don't want to disturb the rest of the little wizards." Aaron said calmly in Dumbledore's voice, "I don't have time to explain, please open the door for me first!"

"Okay, headmaster."

The Fat Lady did not doubt him and directly opened the circular entrance to the common room.

Others need a password to enter, but Dumbledore obviously has the privilege of being the headmaster.

Aaron couldn't help but raise his eyebrows when he saw this. Although there was no portrait of the Slytherin common room specifically guarding the door, the security was higher.

After all, their door only recognizes passwords, and no one has privileges.

Entering the common room, the Fat Lady consciously closed the door, and Aaron used the Disillusionment Charm again to cover his figure, and then took out Captain Jack's compass.

Although he had been to the Gryffindor common room once, he didn't really know where Ron's dormitory was, so he could only look for it along the pointer.

He had not used this magic item many times, but every time he felt that it was a waste of talent.

Quietly pushing open the door pointed by the compass, Aaron walked in lightly.

This dormitory was shared by five people, including Ron, Harry, Seamus, Dean, and Neville.

Ignoring the snoring, Aaron walked to Ron's bed and placed the anonymous letter on the bedside, and cast a spell on the envelope, which would automatically ring an alarm in three minutes.

After doing all this, Aaron was relieved. It was not foolproof, but it was definitely done to the utmost.

"Ah!"

A painful groan suddenly came from a few meters away.

Aaron looked over subconsciously and saw Harry twitching on the bed, his face covered with cold sweat. Although he was asleep, his hands were still covering the scar on his forehead.

"I had a nightmare, and it was a nightmare related to Voldemort." Aaron thought to himself, and his brows unconsciously frowned.

The frequent activities of the Dark Lord were not a good sign, but it had little to do with him. The letter had been delivered, and leaving here was the top priority.

Aaron returned the same way, but his speed was a little slower than when he came.

Ten minutes later, he returned to the Slytherin common room. He did not go to the Hall of Gods, but lay directly on the bed in the dormitory.

Shortly after he left, the letter rang like an alarm clock.

But Ron slept too soundly, and opened his eyes with deep resentment a few minutes later.

He usually didn't set an alarm clock, not to mention that Christmas was coming soon, and the school was closed, which just happened to satisfy the wish of the poor student to sleep until he woke up naturally.

Now that this wish was broken, he must be in a bad mood.

"Is it over yet?"

Ron angrily slapped the 'alarm clock' on the bedside, wondering whose prank it was.

It's better not to let him catch it, otherwise he will definitely let the other party know what the anger of the prefect is.

However, the sound of the alarm clock disappeared, and the touch on his hand was different. He realized that this was not an alarm clock at all, but an anonymous letter.

Ron was a little confused, and just as he was about to open the envelope, he heard Harry's painful cry.

This scared him a lot, and he didn't care about the envelope in his hand and walked to Harry immediately, "Harry, Harry."

Harry suddenly opened his eyes and gasped for air.

Then he felt a violent tearing sensation from his forehead, which made him black in front of his eyes and vomited on the side of the bed.

"Harry, what happened to you?" Ron asked worriedly, "Do you want to go to the hospital to see Ms. Pomfrey?"

"No." Harry hurriedly grabbed Ron's arm and said in a weak but extremely firm tone: "Your father, Mr. Weasley, is in trouble."

"What?" Ron was stunned, "Dude, you are just dreaming."

"No." Harry shouted anxiously, "It's not a dream, it's definitely not a dream.

I saw it, the big snake, he was bitten all over with blood, very seriously.

Dumbledore, hurry, go find him."

"I'll go call someone." Neville said in horror, and ran out of the dormitory quickly.

Dean and Seamus were also awakened, but they were whispering, not caring about Harry's dream, and even felt that it was a bit of an exaggeration.

After an unknown amount of time, hurried footsteps were heard on the stairs, and Neville walked in with Professor McGonagall.

"I wanted to find Dumbledore, but I didn't know the password to the headmaster's office." Neville said with some self-blame.

"Thank you, Neville." Harry said gratefully, his voice sounding weak.

"Potter, what's wrong with you?" Professor McGonagall asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's Ron's dad." Harry forced himself to sit up, "I saw him bitten by a snake, very seriously."

"You saw it?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"I dreamed of it, but it was very real, as if I was the snake." Harry said a little anxiously, "We have to find him, he is seriously injured, and it may be too late if it's too late.

Professor, I'm not lying, nor am I crazy, you must believe me."

Professor McGonagall looked at him in doubt, and after a few seconds of silence, she seemed to have made up her mind, "I believe you, Potter, put on your dressing gown, and we'll go see the headmaster."

Hearing this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He really needed the trust of the members of the Order of the Phoenix now, otherwise he really didn't know what to do, especially this semester Dumbledore seemed to have been avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Weasley, you come too."

Ron supported the weak Harry and followed Professor McGonagall all the way to the entrance of the principal's office.

"Sizzle honey candy."

Professor McGonagall read the password, and the stone beast jumped to the side, revealing the rising stone stairs.

The three of them stepped onto the stairs and came to an oak door.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door three times, and after a while, the door opened automatically.

Dumbledore was looking through the documents at his desk. He was not surprised when he saw Professor McGonagall, but when he saw the two people behind her, especially when Harry looked overwhelmed, his brows unconsciously frowned.

"Dumbledore, Potter just had a nightmare."

"It's not a nightmare." Harry said immediately, and then looked at Dumbledore very seriously, "I did see it when I was sleeping, it really happened.

Ron's father was bitten by a snake, a big snake, and it bit him all over with blood.

This kind of thing has happened before, I dreamed of Wormtail, and it must be true this time."

"How did you see it?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know, I just dreamed..."

"No, I'm not asking you that.

I mean in the dream, were you standing next to the victim, or looking down from above?"

"Neither." Harry shook his head a little confused, "I saw it from the snake's perspective, as if I was the snake."

Dumbledore looked a little serious, and asked again: "Is he seriously injured?"

"Very seriously."

Dumbledore immediately turned and looked at an old portrait on the wall, which showed a yellow-haired wizard.

"Evra, Arthur is on duty tonight, and we must let the right person find him."

"Dalis."

A dozing witch in the frame suddenly opened her eyes.

"You go and help too."

The two wizards nodded and took out the frame from the side.

"They are two famous headmasters of Hogwarts, and their portraits are also hung in other important wizarding institutions.

They can move freely between their portraits, so they can tell us what is happening elsewhere." Dumbledore explained patiently.

He looked at Harry and Ron, who were pale, and conjured up two chairs. "You sit down for a while, they may have to wait a few minutes to come back.

Minerva, I need you to wake up the other children of the Weasley family."

"I'll go now." Professor McGonagall said, "What about Molly?"

"Fawkes will notify her after he finishes his sentry. Maybe she already knows.

You know they have a wonderful wall clock at home, which does not show the time but only the whereabouts and status of a person."