A Magical Journey Starting at Hogwarts

Chapter 472 The letter that shocked everyone, Gryffindor’s prophecy genius

Harry and Ron sat absentmindedly on their chairs, the former in poor condition and the latter in even worse condition.

Ron initially thought Harry was just having a nightmare, and although the content was not very ominous, he didn't take it seriously.

But now judging from Dumbledore's performance, this nightmare is very likely to be true. His father is seriously injured, even life-threatening, how can he feel relieved?

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

"how's it going?"

“We found him, he didn’t look good, he was covered in blood.

But we arrived in time, he was able to survive, and the Dark Lord didn't get the thing. "

"Where's Dai Lisi?"

"He'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 judge that he will have to lie in bed for at least half a month."

"Thank God." Dumbledore relaxed a little, 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 did not lose any arms or legs. He was able to recover in more than half a month, which is considered a great blessing among misfortunes.

"Phineas."

Dumbledore walked up to a portrait of a wizard with a goatee and wearing Slytherin clothing.

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

"I need you to make another trip to that portrait of yours."

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

Hearing this, the previous Hogwarts headmasters and principals in other portraits looked particularly angry, and each of them cursed angrily.

"Disobedience, failure to abide by duty."

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

"Don't be ashamed, Phineas."

"Do you want me to convince him?"

"Okay! I'll go. Isn't it okay if I go?" Phineas said helplessly, "But he may have destroyed my portrait."

"No, Sirius will not destroy your portrait." Dumbledore said very firmly, "I need you to tell him that Arthur was very seriously injured, his wife, children and Harry Porter will be at his house soon."

"I know, I know." Phineas said lazily, and then disappeared into the picture frame.

At this time, the door to the principal'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 worried and frightened.

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

"It's true, I was just sent to St. Mungo's Hospital, but it's not life-threatening..." Ron said in a low voice, "I slept well tonight, and there was an alarm ringing next to my ears, and then... "

At this point Ron suddenly paused 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 bitter smile, "But I'm really grateful to this student, otherwise I wouldn't even know Harry had a nightmare, and it would have wasted some time. ”

He opened the envelope and didn't take it seriously at first, but the next moment he was shocked and stood up unconsciously, "Waltfak!"

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

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

Also, this is not a prank, if you don’t believe it... there will be consequences at your own risk. "

After the words fell, everyone looked at each other, feeling very incredible.

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

"I, I really don't know." Ron said incoherently, "I haven't seen it before I went to bed, and the windows in our dormitory are closed, so the owl can't fly in at all."

"But how do you explain this letter?" Ginny asked doubtfully, "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 and have a look," Dumbledore said, and Professor McGonagall immediately placed the letter on Dumbledore's desk.

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

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

"Is there something wrong with this?" Harry asked confused.

"This shows that this letter was not prepared in advance." Professor McGonagall said solemnly, "Albus, someone sneaked into their dormitory while they were sleeping and dropped this letter."

"I thought so," Dumbledore said. "The time he set the alarm seems to have happened within an hour."

"But who is it?" Ron hesitated.

"I don't know." Professor McGonagall shook her head regretfully, "I know everyone's handwriting in Hogwarts, but this is the first time I've seen the handwriting on this letter, and it looks a bit...awkward.

It can only be said that this person is very cautious, very cautious. "

Fred seemed to have thought of something, "This person is from our college, but he 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 his eyes, "I didn't expect that Gryffindor actually has such a talent, and I, the dean, didn't know about it."

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

"That's what's above." Professor McGonagall couldn't hide her excitement and said, "This requires top-notch prophecy talent to do.

Dumbledore, we have to find him, this child is so important. "

"But he sent the message in this way just to hide his identity!" George said.

"I know I wouldn't do this in normal times, but now the situation is not optimistic, 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, disapproving of this.

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

They didn't like Professor Trelawney, who kept talking all day long. In comparison, this unknown classmate who helped them was more likely to gain their favor.

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

"You guys." Dumbledore waved, "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, "Are you a Floo fan? But the Floo network shouldn't be available now!"

"Umbridge did monitor the floo network of Hogwarts, but she can't monitor the portkey." Dumbledore comforted, and then took out a black teapot, "This is the portkey, it must be in Umbridge teleported you away before she noticed you left your bed."

Harry, Ron and others approached Dumbledore and put their hands on the teapot.

"I'm counting to three, one, two...three."

After the word 'three' fell, Dumbledore activated the door key, and several people suddenly felt dizzy.

The teapot took them through space quickly and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dumbledore sat on the chair sadly, and looked at Professor McGonagall, who was also looking opposite, "Voldemort will find out soon, and we can't wait any longer.

Now that the Christmas holidays are over, let Severus get ready! "

"I have no problem with that, Albus.

But are we the owners of this letter..."

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

"I know." Professor McGonagall mused, "This student is obviously a Gryffindor, and as the dean, I have a certain obligation to understand his abilities.

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

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

"You can make a loyalty spell or an unbreakable oath." Professor McGonagall said firmly, "I care about my students no less than you do, and I promise you that his identity will not be revealed."

Dumbledore remained silent, still objecting to this.

"Let's do this!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "I find this student, and if he doesn't want to, just pretend that 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 also have to think about the safety of the Order of the Phoenix members!

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

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

"I give you permission to find him, but once you find him, don't act rashly and pretend that nothing happened.

I will find the right time to talk to him personally. "

Professor McGonagall immediately nodded happily. It was very difficult to convince Dumbledore to this point. Any more would touch his bottom line.

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

Professor McGonagall came to Harry's dormitory early in the morning. She pointed her wand at the ground, trying 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 traces of the sixth person could be found.

Professor McGonagall sighed with some disappointment. Although Gryffindor had won the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup in recent years, it had always been outshone by Slytherin's Aaron Gaius in terms of outstanding students. Even Hermione was far behind him.

This caused her, the head of Gryffindor, to be somewhat embarrassed in front of Severus Snape, the head of Slytherin, in terms of teaching.

Now she finally caught a talented wizard with a rare gift of prophecy, but she couldn't even find him, which was a bit heartbreaking.

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

"Looking for someone." Professor McGonagall said absently, "But I didn't find him. He was well hidden."

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

"Then you don't have to work hard. 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 while, and decided to tell her what happened last night.

Hermione was a reserve member of the Order of the Phoenix after all, so it didn't hurt to know a few things.

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

After hearing this, Hermione couldn't react for a while, "You are saying that Harry dreamed that Mr. Weasley was attacked by a big snake, and that is indeed the case."

"Yes, Arthur is still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital of Magic, but his life is not in danger.

Harry, the others, and Molly will look after him. "

"Then you came here to find the person who delivered the letter to Ron?"

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

"Is this too hasty?" Hermione frowned slightly, feeling a little unconvinced.

A few of them wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix during the holidays, but they never succeeded. Unexpectedly, a stranger actually beat them to it.

"Dumbledore also suggested to investigate first, but if he can't be found, nothing can be done."

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

"I'm afraid I won't be able to find it for a while." Professor McGonagall said gloomily, "There are no footprints left, the letters are very ordinary, and even the handwriting is specially forged."

Hermione's mouth twitched slightly, "Does that mean there are no clues?"

“It’s almost the same, but we still have to find a way to find it!

It would be nice if there were witnesses, but it was unlikely that anyone would see it in the middle of the night. "

"Wait a minute," Hermione said suddenly, "Professor, did you just say witnesses?"

"Do you know anyone who saw it?" Professor McGonagall had a look of hope in her eyes.

"People may not, but..." Hermione paused and pointed to Harry's birdcage sheepishly, where a snow-white owl blinked blankly, "I wonder if it will work?"

Professor McGonagall was stunned for a moment, then showed a relaxed smile, "Why didn't I think of that? Hedwig is the smartest owl I have ever seen. Maybe there will be something to gain."

She walked up to Hedwig expectantly and asked softly: "Did anyone else come last night?"

Hedwig flapped her wings and let out a cute cry.

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