Chapter 908

In the flash of fire, fox had already flown away. Dumbledore leaned down and put some silver instruments that Harry had never heard of use on his desk, sat down and watched them again, gently hitting it with the end of his wand. The instrument made a rhythmic tinkling sound and began to move.

A wisp of light green smoke came out of the silver tube. Dumbledore frowned at the smoke. After a few seconds, the smoke became thick and tangled in the air. At the end of the smoke came a snake's head

Harry wondered if the instrument was verifying his story. He looked at Dumbledore eagerly for a hint, but Dumbledore did not look up at him.

Prophecy silver, from nicoleme's work, undoubtedly, can bring some guidance.

"So, is that snake Voldemort?"

"Did Voldemort go to the Ministry of magic himself?"

Van Lim is not sure what he thinks. Voldemort has not found a way, but he knows that Harry can see it, so it is not difficult to invade Harry's consciousness when he realizes it.

It can be said that from this moment on, Harry is a random bomb. You can't be sure when and where the soul connection between the two will happen

"Professor, is he in?" Van Lim looked up and hoped Dumbledore would give him a definite answer.

But Dumbledore didn't answer. He just poked at the smoke with his wand.

"Nature," Dumbledore said to himself in a low voice, watching the change of smoke without a trace of surprise.

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

Dumbledore showed a cold, satisfied expression and waved his wand again. The sound of the sting gradually disappeared. The smoke snake became blurred and finally disappeared into the air. Dumbledore put the instrument back into the narrow table.

Harry saw that most of the old Headmasters in the portrait were following him. When they realized that Harry was looking at them, they quickly pretended to sleep again.

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

Harry was just about to ask what the strange silver instrument was for. There was a cry from the wall to their right. The wizard named Evra reappeared in his portrait with a slight gasp.

"Dumbledore!"

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

"I kept calling until someone came running over," Evra gasped, wiping his eyebrows with the curtains behind him. "I said I heard something coming down from the stairs - they didn't believe it, but they went and checked it - you know there was no portrait there, so I couldn't go and look. A few minutes later, they carried him on their back. He didn't look very well and was covered in blood. As they left, I went along the frame, in the portrait of crag, to see it more carefully

Ron had a spasm.

"Good," said Dumbledore - I think Daisy might have seen him come back at that time - "and a moment later the silvery witch reappeared in her photograph; she coughed and sat back in her armchair.

"They took him to St. Mungo hospital, Dumbledore. They took him by my portrait. He doesn't look very good. "

"Thank you," said Dumbledore. He gave Professor McGonagall a look.

"Mileva asked you to wake up the rest of Weasley's children."

"Of course." Professor McGonagall got up and walked quickly to the door. Harry glanced at Ron in a hurry. He got up in fear.

"What about Dumbledore and Molly?" Professor McGonagall said stop at the door.

"When fox is done, it's going to be done." Said Dumbledore.

"But she may already know. Her wonderful clock

As we all know, the clock that Professor McGonagall refers to indicates not the time, but the whereabouts and locations of different members of Weasley's family. Harry thought painfully that Mr. Weasley's pointer must be pointing to fatal danger now.

But it was very late, and Mrs. Weasley might have fallen asleep without looking at the clock. At the thought of Mrs. Weasley approaching Mr. Weasley's lifeless body, Harry felt a chill, his glasses slanted aside, and blood gushed on his cheek.

Mr. Weasley will not die. He can't die.

Dumbledore rummaged through a cupboard behind Harry and Ron. From there he found an old black kettle and carefully placed it on his desk.

He raised his wand and whispered, "Potts!" After a while, the kettle shakes out a strange blue light, and then subsides to its original black color.

Dumbledore went to another portrait, this time a very smart looking wizard with a sharp beard. The colors were Slytherin's green and silver. He slept so deep that he didn't hear Dumbledore trying to wake him up.

"Phineas, Phineas." Instead of pretending to be asleep, a row of portraits in the room moved around their frames to see what was going on.

Of course, some of them yelled out his name as the clever wizard continued to fake sleep.

"Phineas! Phineas! Phineas!"He couldn't pretend to sleep any more. He pretended to wake up suddenly and stare wide.

"Are you calling me?"

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

"Visit my other portraits?" Muttered Phineas, pretending to make a long yawn (his eyes looked around the room and landed on Harry).

"Oh, no, Dumbledore, I'm too tired tonight."

Something in Phineas' voice was familiar to Harry. Where had he heard it before? He was trying to recall the portraits on the wall, and there was a storm of protest.

"Disobey orders, sir!" Roared a fat, red nosed wizard, waving his fist.

"Dereliction of duty!" "We think that the current headmaster of Hogwarts is an honor to serve!" Exclaimed an old sorcerer with a thin appearance. Harry recognized Dumbledore's predecessor, Armando dipert.

"You have put shame on us, Phineas

"Shall I persuade him, Dumbledore?" Said a witch with a protruding eye, lifting a wand that was very thick, not like a birch pole.

"Oh, very good," said the wizard named Phineas, gazing at the wand with a faint worry. "Although he may have destroyed my picture now, he is not recognized by most families."

"Sirius knows not to destroy your portrait," Dumbledore said, and Harry realized immediately where Phineas had been heard before: Sirius' ancestral home, in the empty frame of his bedroom.

"Tell him that Arthur Weasley's seriously injured wife, children and Harry Potter will soon be at his home. 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. "

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