Harry Potter's Bastard

Professor McGonagall took his words seriously, and Harry was overjoyed. Without hesitation, he jumped up from the bed, put on his dressing gown, and pushed his glasses to the bridge of his nose.

"Weasley, you should come along, too. Professor McGonagall said.

They followed Professor McGonagall past Neville, Dean, and Seamus on the side of Murray, out of the dormitory, down the spiral staircase to the common room, through the portrait hole, and down the moonlit hallway of the fat lady.

Harry felt that the fear in his heart could burst at any moment. He wanted to run, he wanted to shout at Dumbledore, and they walked so slowly, while Mr. Weasley was bleeding. What if those fangs were poisonous?, and a few minutes later, they came to the stone beast at the entrance to Dumbledore's office.

"Honey bee candy. Professor McGonagall said.

The stone beast came alive and jumped to the side, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a rising stone staircase that resembled a spiral escalator. The three of them stepped up the stairs, the walls clattering behind them. They ascended in a small circle to the gleaming oak door, which had a bronze knocker in the shape of a sphin-headed embogriff.

"It's the first time I've been to the principal's office. Ron looked around with curiosity, the Headmaster's Office at Hogwarts is a very mysterious place for students, very few students can come here, and the furnishings, layout, etc. are unknown to students. Unlike Ron, Harry was no longer new to Dumbledore's office.

Harry didn't know the exact time, but he was sure that midnight had passed. It was late, and there was still talk in Dumbledore's headmaster's room.

Professor McGonagall tapped the beast-shaped knocker three times, and her voice suddenly stopped, as if the radio had been turned off. The door opened automatically, and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron inside.

The room was half-lit and half-dark, and the strange silver instruments on the table sat silently, instead of buzzing and spitting out puffs of smoke as usual. Portraits of past principals on the walls snore in frames. Behind the door, heads like swans, with golden and red feathers, and large birds of extraordinary beauty dozing off on their perches, their heads hidden under their wings.

Dumbledore sat in a high-backed chair behind his desk, leaning in front of the candlelight to read the papers. He was dressed in snow-white pajamas and a blobe with a purple background and gold, but he looked energetic, and his sharp blue eyes were staring at Harry.

Ron was still looking at the furnishings in the Headmaster's room, and Harry, who had already seen it, couldn't wait to look at Dumbledore, and he was eager to tell him what had happened.

But Professor McGonagall was one step ahead: "Professor Dumbledore, Potter just made a ...... A nightmare. "Professor McGonagall said," he said—"

"Not a nightmare. Harry said immediately.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry, frowning slightly.

"Well, talk to the headmaster yourself. "

"I ...... Well, I'm sleeping," Harry said, "but it's no ordinary dream, it's real, and I see it happen—" he took a deep breath, "Ron's father, Mr. Weasley, was bitten by a big snake. "

After he finished speaking, the words seemed to echo in the air, a little absurd, even ridiculous. Dumbledore leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Ron looked at Harry and then at Dumbledore, pale and shocked.

"How did you see that?" asked Dumbledore softly.

"I don't know, it's not very real, it seems to be ......"

"You're probably mistaken. Dumbledore remained calm, "I mean- how did you see it? standing aside, or looking down from above? or—"

"I'm the snake!" said Harry, "and I've seen it all from the snake's point of view. "

When he said this, Harry felt like a monster.

No one said anything for a while, and then Dumbledore looked at Ron, who was still pale, and said in a stronger tone, "Is Arthur seriously injured?"

"It's serious. Harry, he was a little annoyed, why were they so slow to comprehend, didn't they know how much blood would bleed when a person was pierced by such long fangs?

Dumbledore jerked to his feet, startling Harry.

He said to an old portrait very close to the ceiling: "Evra. "And you, Dressis!" he said with great seriousness!"

A yellow-faced wizard with short black bangs and an old witch with long silver hair hanging down from the spit next to him immediately opened their eyes, both of whom seemed to have slept soundly just now.

"Did you hear that?" asked Dumbledore.

The wizard nodded, and the witch said, "Of course." "

"The man was red-haired and wore glasses. Dumbledore said, "Evra, you need to raise the alarm to make sure he's found by his own people-"

The two wizards nodded and exited the frame from the side, but instead of appearing in the frame next to it, they vanished. Only a dark curtain remained in one frame, and a beautiful leather chair in the other. Harry noticed that many of the other old headmasters on the wall were snoring and drooling figuratively, but they were sneaking in from under their noses.

"Evra and Dalyse are two of Hogwarts' most famous headmasters," Dumbledore walked briskly from Harry, Ron, and Professor McGonagall to the beautiful bird sleeping by the door, "and other important wizarding institutions have their portraits on them, too. They can come and go from portrait to portrait at will, so they can tell us what's going on elsewhere. "

"But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere!" said Harry.

"Sit down for a moment, three," Dumbledore said, as if Harry hadn't spoken, "Evra and Talis won't be back in a few minutes, Professor McGonagall, can you get two more chairs." "

Professor McGonagall pulled her wand out of her pocket and waved it, conjuring up three chairs, wooden chairs with straight backs, different from the soft chairs that Dumbledore had conjured up during Harry's trial. Harry sat down and looked back at Dumbledore, he stroked the golden feather on Fawkes's head with a finger, and the phoenix immediately woke up, raised its beautiful head and neck, and looked at him with bright black eyes.

"We need a little alarm. Dumbledore said softly to it.

With a flash of fire, the phoenix was gone.

"Headmaster, looks like tonight's action is in vain, isn't it?" a voice rang out from Harry's side very abruptly, startling both of them.

"Solim!" Harry was surprised to find that Solim was here, he hadn't seen him when he first came in, "Why are you here?"

"I've been here all along, but you didn't pay attention when you came in. "Solim's position is indeed a little inconspicuous, and the light in the headmaster's room is dim now, and he is leaning against a huge globe, and it is understandable that he has not been noticed for a while.

"Looks like yes. Dumbledore was still standing in front of Fawkes's shelf, "What do you think of what Harry said?"

Solim shrugged, "Obviously, your worst fears have happened. And now the point is—did the man realize it, and if he did—" Solim glanced at Ron beside Harry, not making it too clear, "and then things were going to be troublesome. "