HP Magic Biography

Exit the dormitory and follow the spiral staircase into the common room, pass through the portraits and leave along the moonlit hallway of the Fat Lady. Harry seemed to feel that the fear in his heart might explode at any moment.

He wanted to run off and tell Dumbledore that Mr Weasley was bleeding as they strolled so calmly, and that if anything happened to Mr Weasley the blood would splatter the top of the mask

Its round eyes looked them up and down and hissed faintly as they passed Mrs. Norris.

Professor McGonagall said Shhh Mrs. Norris fled into the shadows and in a few minutes they reached the door of Dumbledore's office guarded by the stone monster.

fizzghizzbee said Professor McGonagall.

The monster came to life and jumped to one side, the wall split a crack to both sides, and a spiral stone staircase moved upwards appeared. As the four of them stepped up the moving stairs, the wall slammed shut behind them.

They moved up narrow passages until they came to an ornate oak door with a brass animal head. Although it was past midnight, there was still chatter in the room and it sounded as if Dumbledore had at least a dozen guests.

Professor McGonagall held the animal head door knocker and tapped it three times, and the voice inside suddenly fell silent.

The door opened automatically, and Professor McGonagall walked in first, followed by Fan Lin and helped Harry in.

The room was semi-dark, and all kinds of strange silver instruments sat quietly on the table instead of whizzing around and emitting puffs of smoke as usual. The portraits of the old headmaster and headmistress were all taking a nap in framed pictures on the wall. Beside the door a huge bird with magnificent red and yellow plumage was dozing on a perch with its head under its wings.

It still looks the same, this is the second time for Fan Lin to come to the office this semester, it seems that Umbridge's matter is really not taken seriously

Oh it's you, Professor McGonagall. Dumbledore was sitting in a high-backed chair behind his desk; he leaned over a file in front of him by the flickering candlelight.

He was wearing a white pajamas over a embroidered purple-gold coat, but looked very sober, his pale blue eyes fixed on Professor McGonagall.

Professor Dumbledore Harry had a nightmare, said Professor McGonagall. He told me.

It wasn't a dream, said Harry quickly.

Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and frowned slightly.

Very well then Harry please tell the Headmaster.

I fell asleep, said Harry, trying to make Dumbledore understand his horror and despair. He felt slightly annoyed that the Headmaster was not looking at him but examining his own fingers. But this was no ordinary dream. It was real. I saw it happen. Harry took a deep breath. Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, was attacked with a wand.

The words seemed to echo through the air after he had finished speaking, sounding a little comical and comic. Dumbledore paused and leaned back to stare at the ceiling. Fan Lin frowned slightly, but his expression was more serious, as if he was thinking, while Ron's eyes were vacillating on Harry and Dumbledore, his face was pale and trembling.

How did you see that? Dumbledore asked calmly without even looking at Harry.

I don't know Harry said he was furious what did it matter

In my head, I think Dumbledore's tone was still very calm you misunderstood me

said Dumbledore. I mean do you remember uh where you were standing when you saw the attacker you were maybe standing next to the victim or looking down from above the scene

The question was so outlandish that Harry stared at Dumbledore as if he knew.

I'm a bystander, said Harry. I saw things happen from a perspective in the darkness.

Bystander attackers go out behind you

Yes. Harry looked at Fan Lin in surprise,

But

Where? Dumbledore asked.

I don't know, I only see black floor tiles and a lot of crystal balls.

No one spoke, but what appeared on Fan Lin's face was confusion

Bystander, so what would Harry be without Nagini

Is Arthur seriously injured?

Yes Harry emphasized

But the ensuing anger filled Harry's mind. Why can't Dumbledore just look at him for polite reasons?

But suddenly Dumbledore stood up, so quickly that Harry was taken aback.

Evra, said Dumbledore quickly. And Doris. The short black male wizard with yellow face and the silver curly old hag stood beside him in the framed picture. They opened their eyes as if they had woken up from the deepest sleep.

Are you listening? said Dumbledore. The wizard nodded and the witch said, Of course.

Arthur should be on duty tonight, the Weasleys, said Dumbledore. Everard you alarm make sure someone reliable finds him

And Doris, you go to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magic and Magic, I think we need to be prepared

The two nodded and left the original photo frame. Instead of appearing in adjacent photos, he disappeared. Only black curtains and a handsome leather armchair remained in the background of the two frames.

Harry noticed that the Headmaster and Mrs. on most of the other walls seemed to be convincingly snoring and drooling but were all peeking at him from under their noses. He suddenly guessed who had been talking when they had already knocked on the door.

Evra and Doris are the most famous headmasters at Hogwarts. Dumbledore said, he glanced at Valin, Harry, Ron and Professor McGonagall. Standing by the door was a sleeping perch. Magnificent bird on wood.

They are so famous that their portraits hang in many other important wizarding institutions. So they are free to move between their own portraits and tell us what is going on elsewhere.

But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere, said Harry.

You three, please sit down, Dumbledore said, ignoring Harry's words. Evra and Doris may not be back right away. Professor McGonagall asks you to change a few more chairs.

Professor McGonagall drew her wand from the pocket of her robes and waved it. Four straight wooden chairs appeared in the air. They were somewhat different from the comfortable chintz armchairs that Dumbledore had conjured up at Harry's hearings.

Harry sat down and looked over the back of his chair at Dumbledore. Dumbledore stroked Fox's blond head with one finger. Fox woke up immediately. It raised its beautiful head and looked at Dumbledore with bright, black eyes.

We need Dumbledore whispered to the bird, a warning.