Harry Potter and Shafik

Chapter 107 Time is Life
After taking a few sips of the sedative potion, Harry felt better and went on to talk about his dream.

Dumbledore put the instrument back on the slim table.Standing in front, Hilbert had no choice but to turn his gaze back to Harry.Harry saw a number of old headmasters peeping through the portraits, and they caught Harry watching them and quickly pretended to be asleep again.Hilbert was about to ask what the strange silver instrument was for, when there was a shout on the right wall, and the wizard named Evra had returned to the frame, panting a bit.

"Dumbledore!"

"What news?" Dumbledore asked immediately.

"I kept yelling till someone came running," said the wizard, mopping his forehead with the curtain, "that I heard something moving downstairs—they doubted it, but went down to look—you know there are no portraits down there to look over. Anyway, they brought him up in a few minutes. He looked bad, covered in blood, and I ran over to Ephrida Cragg's portrait to take a good look—"

"Very well," said Dumbledore, and Ron twitched, "I think Dalys will see him go in and—"

After a while, the witch with curly silver hair also returned to the frame. She coughed and sat in the leather chair and said, "Yes, they sent him to St. Mungo, Dumbledore. They walked under my portrait." But he looks bad!"

"Thank you," said Dumbledore, turning to Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, I need you to call a professional doctor who contacts St. Mungo, Arthur will be here soon"

"Mr. Shafiq! You—"

"I know, I will contact my father immediately, and the Shafik family will come up with the best quality healing potion to treat Mr. Weasley." Hilbert wrote a letter and whistled, Hai Dongqing flew out of the window Come.Hilbert tied the letter to its leg.

Professor McGonagall stood up and walked quickly to the door.Harry glanced at Ron, who looked terrified now.

"Dumbledore—and Molly?" said Professor McGonagall from the door.

"Let Fawkes go after he's sent out," said Dumbledore, "but she may already know, her wonderful clock!"

Harry knew that Dumbledore was referring to the wall clock that didn't tell the time, only the whereabouts and conditions of the Weasleys.He thought wistfully that Mr. Weasley's needle must still be pointing at Danger to Life.But it was too late.Maybe Mrs. Weasley was sleeping and not looking at the clock?He felt chills thinking of Mrs. Weasley's Boggart turned into her husband's corpse, glasses askew, blood streaming down his face.But Mr. Weasley won't die!He can't die!Dumbledore rummaged in a cupboard behind Harry and Ron, found an old blackened teapot, and placed it carefully on the table.He raised his wand and said "Mentos," and the teapot quivered for a moment, glowing a strange blue light, then fell still and went black again.

Dumbledore walked over to another portrait, this one of a wise-looking wizard with a goatee.Dressed in his green and silver Slytherin outfit, he seemed to be sleeping soundly, without hearing Dumbledore calling him.

"Phineas, Phineas!"

Now the people in the paintings on the wall no longer pretend to be asleep. They walk around in the frame, so they can be seen more clearly.While the clever-looking wizard continued to pretend to be asleep, some of them began to tease him too.

"Phineas! Phineas! Phineas!"

"Old man of the Black family, wake up!" Hilbert yelled.

He couldn't pretend anymore, moved exaggeratedly, and opened his eyes wide.

"Is someone calling me
"I need you to make another trip to one of your portraits, Phineas," said Dumbledore, "I have another message." "A trip to my portrait?" Phineas squealed, and gave a long yawn (his eyes swept around the room and fell on Harry), "Oh no, Dumbledore, I'm too tired tonight! "

Phineas' voice sounded familiar to Harry.Where did you hear it?Before he could think about it, the surrounding portraits suddenly erupted in protest.

"Disobedience, sir!" shouted a fat, red-nosed wizard, waving his fists. "Disobedience!"

"We are obliged to serve the current Headmaster of Hogwarts!" shouted an old wizard who looked frail, and Hilbert recognized Dumbledore's predecessor, Armando Dippet, "Don't be ashamed , Phineas!"

"Want me to convince him, Dumbledore?" A shrewd witch held up a wand as thick as a birch stalk.

"Oh, well," said Phineas, glancing at the wand a little terrified, "while he may have ruined my portrait by now, he's ruined most of the house—"

"Sirius won't break your portrait," said Dumbledore.Harry suddenly remembered where he had heard Phineas' voice: from the seemingly empty picture frame in bedroom 12, Grimmauld Place. "You're going to tell him that Arthur Weasley is seriously injured and that his wife, children and Harry Potter will be going to his house soon. Understand?"

"Arthur Weasley is injured, wife and children and Harry Potter are coming." Phineas said lazily, "Would you please?"

He slipped out of the frame when a bird sang from the window.Hilbert opened the window and it was a pigeon.Around its neck is a pouch containing a bottle of brown potion and a letter.It was sent by Taoist Lingxu.It turned out to be antivenom.Used to heal Mr Weasley.

At this time, "Harry—what the hell is going on?" Ginny asked terrified, "Professor McGonagall said you saw Dad was hurt—"

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

"How are we going?" Fred asked anxiously.

"Floo powder?"

"No," said Dumbledore, "Floo powder is not safe at the moment, the Internet is under surveillance. You need a Portkey." He pointed to the innocent-looking old teapot on the table. "Just waiting for Phineas Nigellus to come back now. I want to make sure there's no danger before sending you to—"

In the center of the room, there was a flash of fire, leaving a golden feather that floated lightly to the ground.

"It's the Fawkes alarm," said Dumbledore, catching the feather. "Professor Umbridge must know you're both in bed. Minerva, go and get her off—whatever the excuse—"

Amid the rustling of tartan, Professor McGonagall left again.

"He said welcome," said a languid voice behind Dumbledore, and the wizard Phineas reappeared before the Slytherin banner. "My great-great-grandson has a quirk of keeping people to stay?" "Come on," Dumbledore said to Harry and Weasley, "Hurry up, before someone comes! Time is life!" Harry and others surrounded Dumbledore At Lido's desk. "Have you all used Portkeys?" asked Dumbledore, and they nodded, each putting a hand on the black teapot. "Okay. I'll count to three, one, two!" Just for a split second: during the short pause before Dumbledore counted to three, Harry looked up at him - they were very close, Dumbledore's clear gaze moved from the Portkey to Harry's face.Instead of going there, Hilbert ran to the table and continued to study the instrument.

All of a sudden, Harry's scar was burning with pain, as if the wound had been opened again—a strong hatred rose in Harry's heart, which had no reason, but was terribly strong. At that moment, he just wanted to attack—— Biting - trying to sink his fangs into the body of the man in front of him -

He felt a jerk behind his navel, the ground disappearing from under his feet, his hands stuck to the teapot, colliding with the others, speeding through swirling colors and whistling winds, the teapot pulling them all the way, Then—his feet hit the ground suddenly...

"What do you think about Harry's dream, Hilbert?"

"When he senses that Voldemort has done something, we will take adequate measures to deal with any unexpected situation. However, Harry's situation is very dangerous. If we find out that he can connect with Voldemort's thoughts, then he Will find out, too, that the most important thing now is for Harry to master Occlumency, to prevent Voldemort from invading and controlling his mind. Great loss to us."

"Okay, what you said is indeed reasonable. I will contact Severus. Tomorrow is the Christmas holiday. I hope you can assist St. Mungo's Hospital to treat Arthur with all its strength."

"understand!"

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Harry's knees twitched with the force of the portkey's tremendous impact.The teapot fell to the ground with a clatter.A voice nearby said, "Back again, these scum, is their father dying?" "Get out!" growled another voice.

Harry got up and looked around. They came to the dark basement kitchen of 12 Grimmauld Place.The only sources of light were the fire and a flickering candle, illuminating the remnants of the deserted supper.Kreacher disappeared through the vestibule door, pulling on his loincloth and looking back at them maliciously.Sirius walked quickly towards them, looking anxious.He was unshaven, still in day clothes, and smelled a bit like Mundungus of old wine.

"What's the matter?" He reached out and pulled Ginny up. "Phineas Nigellus said Arthur was seriously injured—"

"Ask Harry," said Fred.

"Yes, I'd like to hear it too," said George.

The twins and Ginny stared at him as Kreacher's footsteps stopped on the stairs outside.

"Yes—" Harry began, which was more embarrassing than telling Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore, "I seem to be—dream?"

He told everything he saw, but slightly changed, as if he saw the big snake attack from the side, instead of directly through the snake's eye?Ron, still pale, glanced at him, but said nothing.After Harry finished, Fred, George, and Ginny stared at him for a while longer.Harry felt reproachful in their stares, and wondered if it was his imagination.But if they were going to blame him for that alone, he was glad he didn't say that he was attached to the snake at that time? "Is Mommy coming?" Fred asked, turning to Sirius.

"She probably doesn't know yet," said Sirius. "The important thing is that you go away before Umbridge interferes. I think Dumbledore is informing Molly."

"We're going to St. Mungo's," said Ginny anxiously, looking at her brothers, who were of course still in their pajamas. "Sirius, can you lend us some cloaks or something—?"

"Wait, you can't rush to St. Mungo's!" said Sirius.

"Of course we can," said Fred stubbornly. "He's our father!"

"How do you explain that you knew Arthur was injured before the hospital notified the family?"

"What does that matter?" said George sharply.

"It does matter, because we don't want to say that Harry can dream thousands of miles away!" said Sirius exasperatedly. "You know what the Ministry of Magic is going to say about it?"

Fred and George looked like they didn't care what the Ministry of Magic was going to do. Ginny said, "Somebody told us, so to speak? We heard it from somewhere else, Harry aside?"

"Listen to who?" Sirius said impatiently, "Listen to me, your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix, which is suspicious enough in itself, and his children will know in a few seconds Otherwise, you would seriously damage the Order of the Phoenix—”

"We don't care about any stupid Order of the Phoenix!" Fred exclaimed.

"Our father is dying!" cried George.

"Your father knows what he's up to, and he won't thank you for messing up the Order of the Phoenix!" Sirius also became angry, "That's it—that's why you're not members of the Order of the Phoenix—you don't understand—something is Worth dying for!"

"Easy to say, stay here!" roared Fred, "I didn't see your life in danger!"

What little color there was on Sirius' face disappeared instantly, and for a moment he looked like he wanted to punch Fred, but he spoke with firm calm.

"I know it's hard, but we all have to pretend we don't know, don't be impatient, at least wait until we hear from your mother, okay?"

Fred and George were still unconvinced, but Ginny walked to the nearest chair and sat down.Harry looked at Ron, who made an odd nod and shrug, and they both sat down.The twins stared at Sirius for another minute before sitting on either side of Ginny.

"By the way," said Sirius encouragingly, "here, shall we? Drink and wait. Butterbeer coming!"

He raised his wand, and six wine bottles flew towards them from the pantry, slid across the table, scattered Sirius' leftovers, and landed just in front of the six.They drank, and for a moment the only sound was the crackling of the kitchen fire and the tap of the bottle on the table.

Harry drank just to have something to do, a horrible, burning feeling of guilt in his stomach.If it wasn't for him, they'd still be sleeping in bed perfectly.It was no use telling himself that his alarm had ensured Mr. Weasley's timely discovery, because there was an inescapable fact: he had attacked Mr. Weasley in the first place?Don't think so, you don't have fangs, he told himself, trying to keep his composure, but the hand that held the beer bottle was shaking.You were lying in bed and you didn't attack anyone?But what about forking in Dumbledore's office?he asked himself.I think I want to attack Dumbledore?He put the wine bottle on the table, but he moved a little harder, and the wine spilled out, but no one noticed.Suddenly, a flash of fire illuminated the dirty dishes in front of them, they screamed, and a roll of parchment slammed onto the table, accompanied by a golden phoenix tail feather.

"Fawkes!" said Sirius at once, grabbing the parchment, "it's not Dumbledore's handwriting—it must be your mother's letter, to—"

He thrust the letter into George's hand.George tore it open and read, "Daddy's alive. I'm going to St. Mungo's now. Stay there and I'll get the news as soon as I can. Mother."

George looks at everyone.

"Alive?" he said slowly, "but does that sound like it?"

He didn't have to finish, Harry thought it sounded like Mr. Weasley was hovering between life and death.Ron, still very pale, stared at the back of his mother's letter as if it had something to say to him.Fred took the letter from George, read it himself, and looked up at Harry.Harry felt his hand shaking the bottle again, and gripped the bottle tightly.

Harry couldn't remember a time when he'd had a longer night than this.Sirius once mentioned telling everyone to go to bed, but not very forcefully, and the Weasley brothers' disgusted expression was enough to answer.Most of the time they sat silently around the table, watching the wick burn lower and lower in the liquid wax, sometimes raising the bottle to their lips, and talking only to ask the time, guess what happened, or comfort each other if something bad happened. The news would be known at once, because Mrs. Weasley must have been at St. Mungo's Hospital long ago.

Fred dozed off, his head slumped on his shoulders.Ginny was curled up in the chair like a kitten, but her eyes were still open, and Harry could see the firelight shining inside.Ron sat there with his head in his hands, unable to tell whether he was awake or asleep.Harry and Sirius had occasional glances at each other, two outsiders who had intruded on this family tragedy.Wait, wait, when Ron's watch read ten past five, the kitchen door opened and Mrs Weasley walked in.She was very pale, but she smiled weakly when they all turned to look at her and Fred, Ron and Harry stood up.

"He's out of danger. Thanks to Hilbert," she said, her voice weak and tired. "He's sleeping. We can visit him later. Bill's with him. He's off in the morning."

"Heh - I'm trapped to death. Fortunately, Mr. Weasley is out of danger, thanks to Master's serum." Hilbert said with dark circles and yawned.As he said that, he fell down on the sofa next to him, and after a while, there was a loud snoring sound.

Fred sank back into his chair, covering his face with his hands.George and Ginny stood up and walked briskly over to hug their mother.Ron gave a weak laugh and downed the rest of the Butterbeer.

"Breakfast!" cried Sirius cheerfully, jumping up. "Where's that damned house-elf? Kreacher! Kreacher!"

But Kreacher didn't respond.

"Oh, come on," muttered Sirius, counting the number of people, "I'll come and see—seven? Bacon and eggs, and some more tea, and toast—Hilbert waited for him to wake up." Let's talk about it later."

Mrs. Weasley pulled a blanket from the sofa next to him and covered Hilbert, kissed his forehead, and said to herself, "I didn't expect Hilbert to help us like that, Slater Lin really isn't all dark wizards."

Harry hurried to the fire to help.He didn't want to disturb the Weasley family's joy, and was afraid that Mrs. Weasley would ask him to tell about the dream.However, as soon as he took the plate out of the cupboard, Mrs. Weasley took it and gave him a hug.

"I don't know what would have happened if it hadn't been for you, Harry," she whispered. "Arthur might not have been found for hours before it was too late. Thanks to you for saving his life, and Dumbledore came up with a good explanation for why Arthur was there, otherwise you don't know how much trouble he'd be in, look at poor Sturgis?"

Harry couldn't bear her gratitude, but she let him go quickly to thank Sirius for watching over her children all night.Sirius said he was happy to help and wanted them to stay at Mr Weasley's house while he was in hospital

"Oh. I'm so grateful, Sirius, the hospital said he'd be here for a while and it would be nice to be close? Surely that means we might have to spend Christmas here?"

"That's better!" said Sirius so sincerely that Mrs. Weasley smiled at him, put on her apron, and began to help with breakfast.

"Sirius," whispered Harry, who couldn't help it anymore, "can I have a word with you? Um - now?
He went into the dim pantry, followed by Sirius.Harry cut to the chase and told his godfather every detail of the dream, telling his godfather that he himself had been the snake that had attacked Mr Weasley.When he paused for breath, Sirius said, "Did you tell Dumbledore?" "Yes," Harry said irritably, "but he didn't explain it to me, and he doesn't tell me anything now? "I believe that if it is a serious matter, he will tell you." Sirius said calmly. "It's more than that," said Harry, his voice low as a whisper, "Sirius, me? I think I'm going crazy? In Dumbledore's office, before we touch the Portkey? For a second or two I think? I am a snake, I feel like a snake - when I look at Dumbledore, my scar hurts so much - Sirius, I want to bite him -" All he could see was a sliver of Sirius' face , and the rest are in the dark. "Must be a lingering effect of hallucinations, you're still thinking about that dream—whatever it was—" "No," Harry said, shaking his head, "it's like there's something popping out of me, like there's something inside me. A snake—"

"You need sleep," said Sirius firmly, "have some breakfast, go upstairs and rest, and you can join them to see Arthur after lunch. You're stimulated, Harry, and you're worrying about what you just saw Fortunately, you saw it, otherwise Arthur might be finished. Don't think about it?"

He patted Harry on the shoulder and left the pantry, leaving Harry alone in the dark.

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