Chapter 472 The Letter That Shocked Everyone, Gryffindor's Prophecy Genius (1/2)

Chapter 472 The Letter That Shocked Everyone, Gryffindor's Prophecy Genius

Harry and Ron sat absent-mindedly in their chairs, the former in a bad state, and the latter in an even worse state.

At first, Ron thought Harry just had a nightmare. Although the content was not very auspicious, he did not take it seriously.

But now from Dumbledore's performance, this nightmare is very likely to be true. His father was seriously injured and even in danger of his life. How could he rest assured?

"Dumbledore." Evra appeared in the frame, looking a little breathless.

"What happened?"

"We found him. He looks bad. He's covered in blood.

But we came in time. He can survive. Besides, the Dark Lord didn't get the thing."

"Where's Dalys?"

"She's back." The silver-haired witch sat on the leather chair in the photo frame. "They sent him to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment. He looks very bad. I think he'll have to stay in bed for at least half a month."

"Thank God." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and Harry and Ron's tense nerves also relaxed a little.

Mr. Weasley was indeed attacked, but his life was not in danger, and he didn't lose any limbs. He will be able to recover in more than half a month, which is a blessing in disguise.

"Phineas."

Dumbledore walked to a portrait, which showed a wizard with a goatee and Slytherin clothes.

He seemed to be sleeping soundly. Dumbledore called him several times before he reluctantly opened his eyes.

"I need you to go to your portrait again."

"No, Dumbledore, I'm too tired." Phineas said embarrassedly.

Hearing this, the former headmasters and headmistresses of Hogwarts in other portraits seemed particularly angry, and they cursed one by one.

"Disobedience and refusal to obey duties."

"We have an obligation to serve the current headmaster of Hogwarts."

"Shameless, Phineas."

"Do you want me to convince him?"

"Okay! I'll go, isn't it okay for me to go?" Phineas said helplessly, "But he may have destroyed my portrait."

"No, Sirius won't destroy your portrait." Dumbledore said very confidently, "I need you to tell him that Arthur was seriously injured, and his wife, children and Harry Potter will go to his house soon."

"Got it, got it." Phineas said lazily, and then disappeared in the photo frame.

At this time, the door of the headmaster's office opened again, and Professor McGonagall led George, Fred and Ginny in. They were still wearing pajamas, their hair was messy, and their expressions were full of worry and fear.

"What's going on?" Fred looked at the two and asked, "Is it true that Professor McGonagall said that Dad was injured?"

"It's true. He was just sent to St. Mungo's Hospital, but his life is not in danger." Ron said in a low voice, "I slept well tonight, and then an alarm sounded next to my ear, and then..."

Ron suddenly paused here and took out an anonymous letter from his pocket.

"What is this?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"The alarm that woke me up must have been a prank by some student!" Ron said with a wry smile, "But I am really grateful to this student, otherwise I would not have known that Harry had a nightmare and would have wasted some time."

He opened the envelope and did not take it seriously at first, but the next moment he was shocked and stood up unconsciously, "Watfuck!"

Harry leaned over to take a look and froze in his place in astonishment, "This, this, is this fake?"

Professor McGonagall took the envelope from him and read out the two sentences on it, "Weasley's life is in danger.

Also, this is not a prank, if you don't believe it...you will bear the consequences at your own risk."

After the voice fell, everyone looked at each other and felt it was incredible.

"Ron, think about it carefully, who gave you this letter?" Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

"I, I really don't know." Ron said incoherently, "I didn't see it before I went to bed, and the windows of our dormitory were all closed, so owls couldn't fly in at all."

"But how do you explain this letter?" Ginny said puzzledly, "It can't be that someone stuffed it into your bed in the middle of the night. Even if someone could do it, the content on it is too... exaggerated."

"Bring it to me." Dumbledore said, and Professor McGonagall immediately put the letter on Dumbledore's desk.

He tapped the parchment with his wand, but nothing changed.

"Strange, this is just ordinary parchment, and there is only one magic on it, which is... a simple alarm."

"Is there any problem with this?" Harry asked in confusion.

"This shows that this letter was not prepared in advance." Professor McGonagall said in a deep voice, "Albus, someone sneaked into their dormitory while they were asleep and put down this letter."

"I think so too," said Dumbledore. "From the time he set the alarm, it happened within an hour."

"But who was it?" Ron was puzzled.

"Not sure." Professor McGonagall shook her head regretfully. "I know the handwriting of everyone in Hogwarts, but this is the first time I've seen the handwriting on this letter. It looks a bit... awkward.

I can only say that this person is very cautious, very cautious."

Fred seemed to have thought of something. "This person is from our college, but doesn't want us to know who he is?

Can I understand it this way, professor?"

Professor McGonagall couldn't deny it, but there was a hint of joy in her eyes. "I didn't expect Gryffindor to have such a talent. I, the dean, didn't know it."

"Talent?" Harry was stunned for a moment. "Just because of this letter?"

"It's the content above." Professor McGonagall said excitedly, "This requires top-level prophecy talent to do it.

Dumbledore, we have to find him. This child is too important."

"But he used this method to send a message just to hide his identity!" George said.

"I know, I wouldn't do this if it was normal, but the situation is not optimistic now, and a prophet can give us a certain advantage."

"We have Professor Trelawney, Minerva." Dumbledore reminded, "Her predictions are very accurate."

Professor McGonagall curled her lips and disagreed.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and silently supported Professor McGonagall in their hearts.

They didn't like Professor Trelawney, who was always talking nonsense. In comparison, this unknown classmate who helped them was more likely to get their favor.

"I'm back." Phineas appeared in his photo frame. "My great-grandson said welcome. He has a quirk of letting people stay overnight."

"You guys." Dumbledore waved his hand. "I'll take you to Sirius's residence. It's easier to get to St. Mungo's Hospital there than at the Burrow."

"How do we get there?" Fred said worriedly. "Floo fan? But the Floo network should not be usable now!"

"Umbridge does monitor the Floo network of Hogwarts, but she can't monitor the portkey." Dumbledore comforted him and took out a black teapot. "This is the portkey. You have to be teleported away before Umbridge finds you leave your bed."

Harry, Ron and others came up to Dumbledore and put their hands on the teapot.

"I'll count to three, one, two...three."

After the word 'three' fell, Dumbledore activated the portkey, and the few people suddenly felt dizzy.

The teapot took them through space at a high speed and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dumbledore sat down on the chair with a look of disappointment. He looked at Professor McGonagall who was also looking sad. "Voldemort will find out soon. We can't wait any longer.

After the Christmas holiday, let Severus get ready!"

"I have no objection to this, Albus.

But the owner of this letter, are we..."

"Minerva, I don't want to involve students. You know what I mean."

"I know." Professor McGonagall pondered, "This student is obviously a Gryffindor. As the head of the school, I have a certain obligation to understand him. 's ability.

And I'm not asking him to join the camp against Voldemort directly, I just want to let him know when he makes a valid prophecy. He is much more reliable than Trilawney. "

"That's also very dangerous. Once the Dark Lord's forces know the existence of this student, his life will be in danger at any time."

"You can swear a Fidelius Charm or an Unbreakable Vow." Professor McGonagall said firmly, "I care about my students no less than you do. I promise you that his identity will not be revealed."

Dumbledore remained silent and still disagreed with this.

"Let's do this!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "I'll find this student. If he doesn't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Seeing that Dumbledore still didn't speak, Professor McGonagall felt a little more anxious. "Dumbledore, I understand your difficulties, but you have to think about the safety of the members of the Order of the Phoenix!

If this letter hadn't woken Ron up in time, he might not have discovered that Harry had a nightmare. If we had come a few minutes later, it would be hard to say whether Arthur could be treated in time."

Dumbledore's pupils moved slightly, as if he was persuaded by Professor McGonagall.

"I approve you to find him, but don't act rashly after finding him, and pretend nothing happened.

I will find the right time to talk to him in person."

Professor McGonagall nodded happily immediately. It was not easy to persuade Dumbledore to this point. If she said more, she would touch his bottom line.

The next day, students who were going to go home for Christmas packed their luggage.

Professor McGonagall came to Harry's dormitory early in the morning. She pointed her wand at the ground and tried to restore the footprints of the students who entered the room last night.

But unfortunately, apart from her and the students in this dormitory, no footprints of the sixth person could be found.

Professor McGonagall sighed in disappointment. Although Gryffindor had won the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup in recent years, it was always overshadowed by Aaron Gaius of Slytherin in terms of outstanding students. Even Hermione was far inferior to him.

This led to the fact that in terms of teaching, she, the head of Gryffindor, was somewhat embarrassed in front of Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin.

Now she finally caught a talented wizard, and it was a rare talent for prophecy, but she couldn't even find him. This was a bit heartbreaking.

"Professor McGonagall?" Hermione appeared at the door and looked at her in surprise, "Why are you here?"

"I came to find someone." Professor McGonagall said absent-mindedly, "But I didn't find him. He hid well."

"Looking for Harry?" Hermione asked tentatively, "I didn't see him this morning, and Ron is gone too."

"Then you don't have to bother. They left last night, along with Fred, George, and Ginny."

Hermione frowned slightly, instinctively feeling something was wrong, "What happened?"

Professor McGonagall stared at Hermione, hesitated for a long time, and decided to tell her what happened last night.

After all, Hermione is a reserve member of the Order of the Phoenix, so it's no big deal to know some things.

And with her relationship with Harry and others, she will know what happened when she returns to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

After hearing this, Hermione was a little confused for a while, "You mean Harry dreamed that Mr. Weasley was attacked by a big snake, and that's indeed the case."

"Yes, Arthur is still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Instructions, but he is not in danger of life.

Harry and Molly will take care of him."

"Then you came here to find someone who sent a letter to Ron?"

Professor McGonagall nodded in disapproval, "A Gryffindor with an outstanding prophetic talent is too important. If possible, I would like to persuade him to join the Order of the Phoenix."

"Isn't this too hasty?" Hermione frowned slightly, feeling a little unconvinced.

They wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix during the holidays but never succeeded. Unexpectedly, a stranger got ahead of them.

"Dumbledore also suggested to investigate first, but if we can't find him, nothing can be done."

"Is it difficult to find?" Hermione asked in surprise, "You can't find him?"

"I'm afraid it won't be found for a while." Professor McGonagall said depressedly, "There are no footprints, the letter is very ordinary, and even the handwriting is specially forged."

Hermione's mouth twitched slightly, "So there are no clues?"

"Almost, but we still have to find a way!

It would be great if there were witnesses, but it's estimated that no one will see it in the middle of the night."

"Wait." Hermione suddenly said, "Professor, did you say witnesses just now?"

"Do you know who saw it?" Professor McGonagall's eyes showed a hint of hope.

"Maybe not, but..." Hermione paused, and pointed to Harry's birdcage, where a snow-white owl blinked blankly, "I wonder if it can do it?"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then smiled with ease, "Why didn't I think of it? Hedwig is the smartest owl I have ever seen, maybe there will be something to gain."

She walked up to Hedwig with expectation and asked softly, "Did anyone else come last night?"

Hedwig flapped her wings and made a cute sound.

Professor McGonagall was overjoyed, "Then can you help us find him?"