Chapter 630： hostility

Remember [New] for a second,! "I...well, I was sleeping..." Harry said, mulling over his words. "But it's not an ordinary dream...it's real...I saw it happen..." He took a deep breath , "Ron's dad... Mr. Weasley... was bitten by a large snake."

As he spoke, he was also paying attention to the expressions of Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall. I saw Professor McGonagall showing a stunned look, and then looked at himself with a complicated expression, while Dumbledore leaned back and stared at the ceiling.

Ron looked at Harry and then at Dumbledore, pale and shocked.

"How did you see it?" Dumbledore asked softly. "I mean, do you remember where you were when you saw the attack? Did you stand next to the victim, or were you looking down at the scene from above?"

"I am the snake," said Harry. "I see it all from the snake's point of view..."

Dumbledore's face also showed a look of understanding, and then he stood up suddenly and said to an old portrait close to the ceiling: "Evra?" He snapped: "And you, Dalice! "

A yellow-faced wizard with short black hair on his forehead and an old witch with long silver curls hanging down in the picture frame immediately opened their eyes.

"You should have heard, the man with red hair and glasses." Dumbledore said anxiously: "Evra, you need to sound the alarm to ensure that he is found by your own people..."

At Dumbledore's request, the two former Headmasters left their frames and disappeared.

"Evra and Darise are two of the most famous Headmasters of Hogwarts," said Dumbledore, walking briskly to Fox, "and other important wizarding institutions have their portraits. My portraits come and go at will, so they can tell us what's going on elsewhere..."

Harry was about to say that Mr. Weasley could be anywhere, but then it occurred to him that Fish seemed to know something before that, and so did Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall - apparently Dumbledore Knowing what he knew, Harry swallowed the words again.

"You sit down for a while, Evra and Darise won't be back in a few minutes..." Dumbledore stroked the golden feathers on Fox's head with one finger, and said softly to it, "We need a little alarm."

There was a flash of fire, and Fox left.

Professor McGonagall waved his wand, and immediately there were several more chairs in front of the desk, and a few cups of steaming black tea appeared on the table.

"Sit down first," she said gently. "It's no use worrying now."

Harry and Ron took their seats as they were told, but their expressions remained apprehensive.

And Fish was not so honest. He sauntered to the cabinet next to him, opened the cabinet door, and grabbed the sorting hat hidden inside.

"..."

The Sorting Hat was too lazy to struggle, it was useless to struggle anyway.

But this time Fish didn't use the sorting hat as a nest, but put it on his head, and then sauntered back to the desk and sat down next to Professor McGonagall.

And Dumbledore picked one out of a pile of delicate silver instruments and moved it to the desk...

To be exact, it was in front of Harry.

Then Dumbledore took his seat again, took out his wand, and tapped the odd and delicate silver instrument.

The instrument started running immediately, making a rhythmic jingling sound, and the small silver tube at the top spewed out wisps of light green smoke, gathering and wafting in the air... Dumbledore looked at the smoke intently, his brows furrowed.

After a few seconds, a few wisps of light smoke turned into a steady stream of smoke, thicker and thicker, circling in the air... The top turned into a snake's head, and the snake's mouth was wide open.

Seeing the snake appear, Harry looked at Dumbledore nervously and eagerly, trying to get an answer from him.

But Dumbledore didn't lift his head, still staring at the smoke that turned into a snake, and said to himself: "Naturally, our previous guess was correct...but...is it actually separate?"

As his voice fell, the smoke snake immediately split into two, circling and twisting in the dim air. Dumbledore tapped the instrument again with his wand with a look of grim satisfaction. The clanging sound slowed down and stopped, the smoke snake gradually faded away, and disappeared into invisible smoke.

"Harry all right meow?"

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Fish asked before Harry asked, and Professor McGonagall also turned his attention to Dumbledore.

And Harry and Ron were a little confused. It was Mr. Weasley who might have been injured, so why did Fish ask Harry?

Dumbledore nodded and shook his head again, and just as he was about to speak, the wizard named Evra returned to the frame panting.

He confirmed that Harry's dreams were not just dreams, but reality.

Ron's face paled.

Fortunately, Dai Lisi also came back soon. She brought good news. Mr. Weasley has been sent to St. Mungo's Hospital. Although the situation looks very bad, at least he has not died. With St. Mungo's medical skills, the chances of saving his life are still very high, and as long as Fisch goes there, basically nothing will happen.

"Don't worry, Ron, Fish can heal Arthur's cat."

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Cat Cat patted Ron's shoulder and comforted.

Ron still knew a little about Fish's abilities. He was a little relieved and gave Fish a grateful glance.

"Minerva, I need you to wake the rest of the Weasleys," Dumbledore ordered.

Then, he asked Phineas in the portrait to inform Sirius that Harry and the others were going to Black's ancestral home soon.

Phineas complained a few words, but reluctantly ran to spread the word.

After doing all this, Dumbledore groped in a cabinet behind Fish and the others, found an old blackened teapot, and carefully placed it on the table. He raised his wand and said "Mentos!" The teapot vibrated for a moment, glowing a strange blue light, then froze and turned black again.

At this moment, the door of the office opened again, and Professor McGonagall led George, Fred, and Ginny in, all three still wearing pajamas, their hair disheveled, and looking terrified.

"Harry...what's the matter?" Ginny ran to Harry's side, grabbed his arm and asked fearfully, "Professor McGonagall said you saw Dad hurt..."

"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said before Harry could speak. "He's been taken to St Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. I'm sending you back to Sirius's quarters, It's easier to get to the hospital than the Burrow, where you'll meet your mother."

"How do we get there?" Fred asked worriedly. "With Floo powder?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "it's not safe to use Floo powder at this time, the Internet is being monitored. You need a port key."

He pointed to the innocent-looking old teapot on the table, "Now just wait for Phineas Nigellus to come back...I want to make sure there is no danger before sending you there..."

"You clearly said before that the door key can't be used, nya!"

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Fish interrupted Dumbledore and asked angrily, "Didn't you say you need to register with the Ministry of Magic to use the port key?!"

"Uh..." Dumbledore blinked and said, "Yes, so I'm doing this illegal now. If the Ministry of Magic finds out, I'm going to be taken to Azkaban... that's today. It's too urgent, or I wouldn't do it."

stare--

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Cat Mao stared at Dumbledore with his hands folded and his cheeks puffed out for a while, before reluctantly accepting this explanation.

"He said welcome," Phineas said languidly, returning. "My great-great-grandson has a quirk of keeping people lodging... Of course, Fish is welcome in our family."

"Come on," Dumbledore beckoned to Fish and Harry, then turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, you stay here, if Umbridge senses something is wrong, Fox will alert you. When that happens, you'll have to get her out of the way...whatever the excuse."

Professor McGonagall nodded, then reached out and took off the Sorting Hat from Fish's head.

Fish pouted, looked regretfully at the Sorting Hat stolen by Professor McGonagall, and then, together with the others, put their hands on the black teapot.

"Okay. I count to three, one...two..."

Along with Dumbledore's voice, Fish suddenly felt a chill attacking him, and his cat ears instinctively lowered and the tail hair behind him suddenly exploded.

"Meow!"

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Fish turned his head abruptly, only to see Harry looking at him with a familiar look full of hostility...

That is the gaze of a predator.

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