Chapter 910

"Then let's join in." Cried Fred.

"Yes, if you can. As a wizard, I'll go and talk to Dumbledore Van Lin said lightly, "before this, I'll stay here and wait for Mrs. Weasley."

"But..."

"I know it's difficult, and although we don't know what's going on, we've all started to act. At least we have to stay here until we hear from your mother, OK

"Oh, ok..."

Fred and George still look a bit rebellious. Ginny took a few steps to the nearest chair and sat down deeply. Harry looked at Ron at a loss and finally sat down. The twins glared at Sirius and vaseline and sat on either side of Ginny.

"That's right," Sirius encouraged. "Let's all come and have a buttery beer while we wait."

As he spoke, half a dozen bottles flew towards them from the tea room, braked along the table and landed neatly in front of the seven of them. He held up his wand and cleaned up the food scraps on the table. They drank together. After a while, the only sound left in the room was the crackle of the kitchen fire and the "bang bang" of bottles on the table.

Harry was only drinking, and his stomach was full of hot, turbulent guilt. Without him, they wouldn't be here still sleeping in bed. He told him that it was no use trying to find Mr. Weasley's alarm. In fact, Harry couldn't escape his presence now, as if he had instructed

"Don't be silly. You didn't do it..." Harry secretly told himself to try to be calm and shake his hand with a butter beer bottle.

"you're lying in bed and you're not attacking anyone." Van Lin whispered, "it's not your fault!"

But Harry was still a little upset.

"So what happened in Dumbledore's office?" He asked himself. "I feel like I want to attack Dumbledore."

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

An explosion of fire lit up the dirty dishes in front of them, and they screamed in horror. A roll of parchment and a golden phoenix tail feather "bang" on the table.

"Fox!" Sirius said at once that he grabbed the parchment. "That's not from Dumbledore. It must be a letter from your mother to."

He put the letter into George's hand, and George tore it open and read aloud, "Dad is still alive. I'm going to San Mungo now. Stay where you are and I'll let you know as soon as possible. Mom. "

George, look at the table.

"Still alive." He said slowly.

"That sounds like that."

He doesn't need to finish. Mr. Harry white Weasley was wandering between life and death, very weak. Ron gazed at the back of his mother's letter paper as if it would say something to comfort him. Fred grabs the parchment from George's hand, continues to look, and then looks up at Harry.

Harry felt his hand shaking again as he held the beer bottle. He had to hold on to it to stop shaking.

In Harry's memory, the night was longer than any night in his memory. Sirius suggested that since they were not sure they should all go to bed, but the Weasley children's disgust had given the answer.

They sat quietly around the table, watching the candles melt and get shorter and shorter. Occasionally, they put the bottle to their lips and said nothing but asking about the time. They just wanted to know what was going on. If there was important news, they would immediately know, because Mrs. Weasley should have been in St. Mungo a long time ago.

Fred dozed, his head tilted lazily against his shoulder. Ginny was curled up in her chair like a cat, and her eyes were open, and there was fire in them. Ron held his head in his hand and did not speak when he woke up or fell asleep.

Harry, van reen and Sirius look at each other, and the victims wait in their grief.

Wait.

This is undoubtedly a long process. For Vaseline, this time is more like digestion for them

As Harry's consciousness carrier, there is no doubt that only Voldemort's Horcrux, or Voldemort's noumenon.

Based on the relationship between Harry and Voldemort, if Voldemort splits his soul again, Harry will surely feel it. And Nagini has been solved by Van Lin last time, then the possible perspective is only Voldemort

So, Voldemort's visit to the Ministry of magic?

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

With different moods, several people sit there in silence and survive under the hand of the Voldemort. This possibility

But Harry expressed that Voldemort didn't do it, so

When Ron's watch pointed to 10:05 a.m., the kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was so pale that they all turned to look at her. Fred, Ron, Fanling and Harry all rose from their chairs. Mrs. Weasley gave a pale smile."He'll be OK," she said, her voice tired and weak. "He is sleeping. We'll see him later. Bill was with him, and he took the morning off

Fred sat back in his chair and put his hand over his face. George and Ginny stood up, walked quickly to their mother and hugged her tightly. Ron gave a feeble smile and drank the butter beer out of the bottle.

"Breakfast!" Sirius jumped up and said in a loud and happy voice. "Where is the cursed house elf? Clencher! Clencher

But kretcher didn't respond, for these dirty people, there was no such thing in kretcher's mind.

"Oh, forget it "Then," whispered Sirius, count the number in front of him. "So seven people have bacon and eggs for breakfast, and tea and toast, I think."

Harry ran to the kitchen to help. He was happy, but also afraid that Mrs. Weasley would ask him to describe his dream. But he had no time to clear the dishes from the tablecloth. Mrs. Weasley took the plate from his hand and hugged him warmly.

"I don't know what Harry might have been born but for you!" Her voice is a little hoarse. "They wouldn't have gone to Arthur so soon. If it's too late, thank you. He's still alive. Dumbledore will come up with a good way to cover Arthur's presence. You don't know how much trouble it would be if he were there. Look at poor Sirius."

Harry could hardly bear her gratitude, but fortunately she soon let him go and turned to Sirius and thank him for looking after her children all night.

Sirius said he was happy to help and hoped that all of them would stay here while Mr. Weasley was in hospital.

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

"The more people there are, the more lively they are!" Sirius said it sincerely. Mrs. Weasley looked at him and smiling. She put on her apron in a hurry to help prepare breakfast.

"Sirius," Harry whispered, could not stand it any longer. "May I have a word with you, EH - and now, and Fanlin?"

"Good!" Fanling nodded and put Mrs. Weasley's things on the table.

Hagrid went into the dark tea room first, while Sirius and van reen followed him.

Harry opened his eyes to every detail of his dream, including the fact that he had become the instigator of an attack on Mr. Weasley.

When he stopped to breathe, Sirius said, "did you tell Dumbledore?"

"Yes," Harry said impatiently, "but he didn't tell me what it meant. Well He doesn't tell me anything. "

"If there's anything to worry about, I think he'll tell you," said Vaseline calmly. "Maybe it's just your delusion, Harry. You're too nervous."

"Not only that," said Harry, raising his voice slightly. "I think I'm going crazy. The moment before Dumbledore hit the door key in Dumbledore's office, I felt like a snake, and I wanted to - when I looked at Dumbledore's wounds hurt - you know what, I wanted to attack him!"

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