HP Magic Biography

Then let's join in, Fred yelled.

Yes, if you can beat me. In the way of a wizard, I will go and talk to Dumbledore. Fan Lin said lightly, Before then, stay here and wait for Mrs. Weasley to come over .”

But

I know it's difficult even though we don't know what's going on yet but we're all on the move. At least we have to stay here until we hear from your mother okay?

Oh fine

Fred and George still seem a little bit of a contrarian. Ginny took a few steps to the nearest chair and sat down deeply. Harry looked at Ron a little bewildered and finally sat down too. The twins glared at Sirius and Van Lin and sat on either side of Ginny.

That's right, encouraged Sirius. Come on, all of us. Let's all have a butterbeer while we wait.

Half a dozen bottles flew towards them from the pantry as he spoke, stopped along the table and landed neatly in front of the seven of them. He raised his wand to clean up the leftovers from the table. They drank together for a while and the only sound in the room was the crackling of the kitchen fire and the popping of the bottles on the table.

Harry just slumped his drink with a burning, surging guilt in his stomach. They wouldn't be here and still sleeping in the bed without him. He told him that it was useless to call the police to find Mr. Weasley, and that, in fact, Harry could not now escape the situation by which he remained on the scene, as if he had instructed

Don't be stupid, you didn't do that, Harry told himself secretly, trying to stay calm, his hands shaking while holding the butterbeer bottle

You didn't attack anyone while you were lying on the bed. Fan Lin whispered, It's not your fault.

But Harry was still a little uneasy.

So what happened in Dumbledore's office? he asked himself. I feel like attacking Dumbledore.

He put down the bottle with some difficulty. Beer spilled from the bottle and splashed on the table. Nobody noticed any of this.

A blast of firelight illuminated the dirty dishes in front of them, and they screamed. A roll of parchment and a golden phoenix tail feather fell on the table with a thud.

Fox Sirius said right away he grabbed the parchment. That wasn't from Dumbledore it must have been a letter from your mother.

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

George looked at the table.

Still alive, he said slowly.

That's what it sounds like.

He doesn't need to finish talking. Harry understood that Mr. Weasley was very weak on the line between life and death. Ron stared at the back of his mother's letter as if it might say something to comfort him. Fred snatched the parchment from George's hand, looked on, then looked up at Harry.

Harry felt his hand on the beer bottle shake again and had to grip it tightly to stop it.

The night was longer than any in Harry's memory. Sirius had suggested that since they were not sure they should all go to bed but the Weasley children had already given the answer with a look of disgust.

They sat quietly around the table and watched the candles melt and grow shorter and occasionally put the bottle to their lips and said nothing except to ask the time and just wanted to know what was going on to comfort each other and if there was any important news they would know right away because Mrs. Weasley should have reached St. Mungo's long ago.

Fred dozed off, his head lounging on his shoulder at one side. Ginny curled up like a cat in her chair, her eyes open to reflect the firelight. Ron put his head in his hands and didn't talk whether he woke up or fell asleep.

Harry, Van Lin and Sirius looked at each other as the victim waited in the family's grief.

wait.

This is undoubtedly a long process. For Fan Lin, this time is more like a time for them to digest

There is no doubt that there is only Voldemort's Horcrux, or Voldemort's body, that can be used as the carrier of Harry's consciousness.

Based on the connection between Harry and Voldemort, if Voldemort splits his soul again, then Harry must be able to feel it, and Nagini has been dealt with by Fanlin last time, so the only possible perspective is Voldemort

So Voldemort came to the Ministry of Magic in person

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

With different moods, several people sat there silently, survived Voldemort, this possibility

But what Harry said, Voldemort didn't do anything, so

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

Mrs. Weasley was extremely pale, and they all turned to look at her. Fred, Ron, Valin, and Harry all got up from their chairs, and Mrs. Weasley smiled palely.

He'll be fine, she said, her voice weary and weak. He's sleeping. We'll see him later. Bill's with him. He's off in the morning.

Fred sat back in his chair and put his hands over his face. George and Ginny stood up and walked quickly to their mother and hugged her tightly. Ron smiled weakly and drank the butterbeer in the bottle.

Breakfast, said Sirius loudly and cheerfully, jumping up. Where's the damned house-elf Kreacher Kreacher

But Kreacher didn't respond, doing it for these dirty people, in Kreacher's mind, doesn't exist.

Oh, forget it, Sirius murmured, counting the number of people ahead of him. Breakfast of bacon and eggs, tea and toast, I think, for seven.

Harry hurried to the kitchen to help. He was happy but also afraid that Mrs. Weasley would ask him to describe his dream. But he hadn't had time to clear the dishes from the tablecloth. Mrs. Weasley snatched the plate from him and hugged him warmly.

I don't know what Harry might have had if it hadn't been for you, her voice was a little hoarse. They wouldn't have gone to Arthur so soon and it would have been too late, thank you, he's alive and Dumbledore would have figured out a way to hide Arthur's presence, you don't know if he was there, What trouble it would be to see poor Sirius.

Harry could hardly bear her gratitude, but luckily she let him go before long to turn to Sirius and thank him for watching her baby all night.

Sirius said he was glad to be of help and hoped they would all 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, the busier it is, Sirius said sincerely, and Mrs. Weasley smiled at him as she hurriedly put on her apron to help prepare breakfast.

Sirius, whispered Harry, and couldn't bear it for a moment. Can I have a word with you? Well, now, and Fan Lin

Okay. Fan Lin nodded, and put Mrs. Weasley's things on the table.

Harry walked into the dark tea room first, while Sirius and Fan Lin followed behind him.

Harry cut to the chase and told them every detail of his dream, including the fact that he had become the ringleader to attack Mr. Weasley.

When he stopped to catch his breath Sirius said did you tell Dumbledore?

Yes, said Harry impatiently, but he won't tell me what that means. Well he won't tell me anything.

If there is anything to worry about, I think he will tell you. Fan Lin said calmly, Maybe it's just your illusion, Harry, you are too nervous.

Not only that, said Harry, his voice rising slightly, I think I'm going crazy, the moment before I hit the Portkey in Dumbledore's office, just then, I feel like I'm a snake, and, I think When I look at Dumbledore's scar and it hurts you know I want to attack him