Magic Journey from Hogwarts

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

At first Ron thought Harry had just had a nightmare, although the content was not very ominous, but he didn't take it seriously.

But now judging from Dumbledore's performance, this nightmare is very likely to be real. His father was seriously injured, and his life was even in danger, so how could he feel relieved.

"Dumbledore." Evra appeared in the frame, looking a little out of breath.

"How's it going?"

"Found him, he didn't look well, he was covered in blood.

But we came in time, he survived, and the Dark Lord didn't get that thing. "

"Where is Dai Lisi?"

"He's back." The silver-haired witch sat on the leather chair in the picture frame. "They sent him to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment. He looks very bad. I judge that he should lie in bed for at least half a month."

"Thank goodness." Dumbledore breathed a sigh of relief, and so did Harry and Ron's tense nerves.

Mr. Weasley was indeed attacked, but his life was not in danger, nor was he missing an arm or a leg. It took more than half a month to recover, which was considered a blessing among misfortunes.

"Phineas."

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

He seemed to be sleeping more soundly, and Dumbledore opened his eyes reluctantly after calling him several times.

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

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

Hearing this, the previous Hogwarts headmasters and headmasters in the other portraits all looked very angry, and they cursed indisputably.

"Disobedience, disobedience to duty."

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

"Don't be ashamed, Phineas."

"Shall I convince him?"

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

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

"Got it, got it." Phineas said lazily, and then disappeared into the photo frame.

At this time, the door of the principal's office opened again, and Professor McGonagall led George, Fred, and Ginny in. They were still wearing pajamas, their hair was disheveled, and their expressions were worried and frightened.

"What's going on?" Fred looked at the two 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 ear, and then... "

Speaking of this, Ron suddenly paused, and took out an anonymous letter from his pocket.

"What's this?" Professor McGonagall asked.

"The alarm that woke me up must be some student's prank!" Ron said with a wry smile, "But I'm really grateful to this student, otherwise I wouldn't know that Harry was having a nightmare, and I would have wasted some time .”

He opened the envelope and didn't care at first, but the next moment he was shocked and stood up unconsciously, "Watfak!"

Harry leaned over to take a look, then froze in place in astonishment, "This, this, is this fake?"

Professor McGonagall took the envelope from him 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... at your own risk. "

After the voice fell, everyone looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling very incredible.

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

"I, I really don't know." Ron said incoherently, "I didn't see it before I went to bed, and the windows of our dormitory are all closed, and the owls can't fly in at all."

"But how do you explain this letter?" Ginny asked suspiciously, "Someone couldn't have stuffed it on your bed in the middle of the night, right? Even if someone could do it, isn't the content on it too... exaggerated."

"Bring me a look." Dumbledore said, and Professor McGonagall immediately put the letter on Dumbledore's desk.

He tapped the parchment with his wand, but nothing happened.

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

"What's wrong with that?" Harry asked in confusion.

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

"I think so, too," said Dumbledore. "From the time he set the alarm clock, this happened within an hour."

"But who is it?" Ron asked in disbelief.

"I don't know." Professor McGonagall shook his head regretfully, "I know the handwriting of everyone in Hogwarts, but it's 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 think of something, "This person is from our academy, but you don't want us to know who he is?

I can understand that, professor? "

Professor McGonagall couldn't deny it, but there was a hint of joy in his eyes, "I didn't expect Gryffindor to have such a talent, and I, the dean, didn't know it."

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

"It's the content above." Professor McGonagall said excitedly, "This requires top-level prophecy talents to do it.

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

"But he sent messages in this way to hide his identity!" George said.

"I know that I wouldn't do it normally, but the situation is not optimistic now, and a prophet can give us a certain advantage."

"We have Professor Trelawney, Minerva," Dumbledore reminded, "and her predictions are very accurate."

Professor McGonagall pouted, disapproving of this.

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

They don't like Professor Trelawney, who talks all day long. Compared with this unknown classmate who helped them, it is easier to get their favor.

"I'm back." Phineas appeared in his photo frame, "My great-great-grandson said welcome, he has a quirk of keeping people to stay."

"You guys." Dumbledore beckoned, "I'll take you to Sirius' residence, where it's easier to get to St. Mungo's Hospital than The Burrow."

"How do we get there?" Fred asked worriedly, "Floo powder? But the Floo network should not be available now!"

"Umbridge did monitor the Floo network at 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 the Umbridge teleported you away before he found you out of your bed."

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

"I counted to three, one, two...three."

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

The teapot led them through the space at high speed, and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Dumbledore sat on the chair in a sense of loss, and he looked at Professor McGonagall, who was also looking sad, "Voldemort will find out soon, we can't wait any longer.

Once the Christmas break is over, let Severus get ready! "

"I have no problem with that, Albus.

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

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

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

And I don't want him to directly join the camp against Voldemort, but to let him know when he makes an effective prophecy. He is much more reliable than Trilawney. "

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

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

Dumbledore remained silent, still objecting to this.

"Let's do it!" Professor McGonagall took a deep breath, "I'll find this student, and if he doesn't want to, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Seeing that Dumbledore was still silent, Professor McGonagall felt a little more anxious. "Dumbledore, I understand your difficulties, but you also have to think about the safety of the members of the Order of the Phoenix!

If this letter hadn't woken Ron up in time this time, he might not have found out that Harry was having a nightmare, and it would be hard to say whether Arthur could have been treated in time if we were a few minutes late. "

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

"I approve you to look for him, but don't act rashly after you find him, as if nothing happened.

I'll find the right moment and talk to him in person. "

Professor McGonagall immediately nodded happily. It would be very difficult to persuade Dumbledore to this point, and any more would touch his bottom line.

The next day, the students who were going home for Christmas packed up 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 footprints of the sixth person can be found.

Professor McGonagall sighed in disappointment. Although Gryffindor had won the House Cup and the Quidditch Cup in the past few years, he was always overwhelmed by Slytherin's Aaron Gaius in terms of outstanding students. At one end, even Hermione was far inferior to the other party.

This caused her, the dean of Gryffindor, to feel a little embarrassed in front of Severus Snape, the dean of Slytherin, in terms of teaching.

It's hard to find a talented wizard now, and it's still a rare talent for prophecy, but she can't even find anyone, which is a bit heartbreaking.

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

"Come to find someone." Professor McGonagall said absent-mindedly, "But I didn't find it, he hid it better."

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

"Then you don't need 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, and it didn't hurt to know some things.

And with her relationship with Harry and others, she would know what happened when she returned to No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

Hermione couldn't react for a while after listening, "You mean that Harry dreamed that Mr. Weasley was attacked by a big snake, and that's true."

"That's right, Arthur is still lying in St. Mungo's Hospital, but his life is not in danger.

Harry, them and Molly will look after him. "

"Then you are here to find someone who will send a letter to Ron?"

Professor McGonagall nodded irrefutably, "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.

The few of them wanted to join the Order of the Phoenix during the holidays, but they hadn't succeeded. They didn't expect a stranger to snatch them ahead of them.

"Dumbledore also suggested to investigate first, but if you can't find him, nothing will happen."

"Is it hard to find?" 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 depressingly, "There are no footprints left, and the letters are very ordinary, even the handwriting is specially forged."

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

"Almost, but we still have to find a way!

It would be great if there were witnesses, but it is estimated that no one will see it in the middle of the night. "

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

"Do you know anyone who saw it?" A look of hope appeared in Professor McGonagall's eyes.

"Maybe there are no people, but..." Hermione paused, and pointed to Harry's cage shyly. A snow-white owl inside blinked blankly, "I don't know if it can do it?"

Professor McGonagall froze for a moment, and then showed a relaxed smile, "Why didn't I think of it? Hedwig is the smartest owl I've ever seen, maybe there will be something to gain."

She walked up to Hedwig full of expectations, 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?"