HP Magic Biography

In the flash of fire, Fox had already flown away. Dumbledore leaned over to put some silver instruments Harry had never heard of on the desk and sat down to watch them hit it softly with the end of their wand again. The instrument made a rhythmic dingling sound and started to move.

A wisp of pale green smoke emerged from the silver tube. Dumbledore frowned and watched the smoke carefully. After a few seconds, the smoke changed from thin to thick and tangled in the air. A snake head protrudes from the end of the smoke

Harry wondered if the instrument was validating his story, and he looked eagerly at Dumbledore for a hint, but Dumbledore didn't look up at him.

The prophesied silverware comes from the works of Nicolas May, and there is no doubt that this can bring some guidance to people.

So, is that snake Voldemort?

Voldemort went to the Ministry of Magic himself

Fan Lin was a little unsure of his thoughts. As usual, Voldemort hadn't found a way yet, but he knew that Harry could see it too. Then, realizing this, it would not be difficult to invade Harry's consciousness.

It can be said that from this moment on, Harry is an indefinite time bomb, you cannot be sure when and where the soul connection between the two will happen

Professor, is he here? Fan Lin looked up, hoping that Dumbledore would give him a definite answer.

But Dumbledore didn't answer, just fiddled with the smoke with his wand.

Naturally, Dumbledore murmured to himself in a low voice, without any surprise in his eyes, and continued to observe the changes in the smoke.

Is there any difference in essence? Harry didn't know how to answer this question. The smoke snake split into two snakes, curling and circling in the black air.

Dumbledore waved his wand again with a stern, satisfied expression, and the sound of the dingling gradually disappeared, and the smoke snake became blurred and finally disappeared into the air. Dumbledore put the instrument back on the long narrow table.

Harry saw most of the old headmasters in the portrait follow him with their eyes, and when they realized Harry was watching them they hurriedly pretended to be asleep again.

Don't worry about them. Fan Lin patted Harry on the shoulder.

Harry was about to ask what the strange silver instrument was for when there was a shout from the wall to their right and the wizard named Evra reappeared in his portrait, panting slightly.

Dumbledore

Any news? Dumbledore asked immediately.

I kept calling until someone came running Evra panted wiping his brow with the curtain behind him, I said they didn't believe it when they heard something coming down the stairs but went to check and you know there's nothing there The portrait so I couldn't go and check it out. They brought him up a few minutes later and he didn't look too well covered in blood as they left and I walked along the frame, at Cragg's portrait to get a closer look.

Ron spasmed.

Okay said Dumbledore and I think Doris may have seen him back then and the silver-curled witch reappeared in her picture a moment later; she said, coughing and sitting back in her armchair.

They took him to St. Mungo's, Dumbledore. They took him past my portrait. He didn't look well.

Thank you, said Dumbledore. He glanced at Professor McGonagall.

Minerva asks you to wake up the other Weasley children.

Of course. Professor McGonagall stood up and quickly walked to the door. Harry cast a quick glance at Ron, who looked horrified.

What about Dumbledore and Molly? Professor McGonagall said, stopping at the door.

The job will be given to Fox when he finishes his vigilance, said Dumbledore.

But she may have known. Her splendid clock.

Everyone knows the clock Professor McGonagall is referring to,

It indicated not the time but the whereabouts and locations of the various Weasley family members, and Harry thought with a bitter heart that Mr. Weasley's pointer must now be pointing towards mortal danger.

But it was getting late Mrs Weasley was probably asleep and not looking at the clock. Harry felt a chill at the thought of Mrs. Weasley approaching Mr. Weasley's lifeless body, his glasses on one side, and blood welling up his cheeks.

Mr. Weasley will not die. He can't die.

Dumbledore was rummaging in a cupboard behind Harry and Ron. From there he retrieved an old, blackened kettle and placed it carefully on his desk.

He raised his wand and whispered Potters and after a while the jug wobbled an odd blue light before subsiding and returning to the same black as before.

Dumbledore walked over to another portrait, this time of a very intelligent-looking wizard with a pointed beard, and the clothes were Slytherin green and silver, and he slept so deeply that he didn't hear Dumbledore trying to wake him the sound of.

Phineas, Phineas. The line of portraits in the room were no longer pretending to be asleep; they were moving around in their frames to see what was happening.

Of course, some of them yelled his name as the wise wizard continued to feign sleep.

Phineas Phineas Phineas

He couldn't pretend to be asleep anymore. He pretended to wake up suddenly and stared wide-eyed.

Are you calling me?

I need you to revisit your other portrait, Phineas, said Dumbledore. I got another message.

Visit my other portraits? Phineas muttered, feigning a long yawn as his eyes darted across the room and finally fell on Harry.

Oh no Dumbledore I'm too tired tonight.

Something in Phineas's voice was familiar to Hariri where he had heard it before as he was trying to recall the portrait on the wall erupting into a storm of protest.

Mr. Disobedience, roared a fat, red-nosed wizard, pumping his fists.

Neglect of duty We consider it an honor to serve the current headmaster of Hogwarts, a thin old wizard shouted. Harry recognized Dumbledore's predecessor, Armando Dippet.

You shame us Phineas

I'll talk him out of Dumbledore, said a bulging-eyed witch, holding up a particularly thick wand that didn't seem to be made of birch.

Oh, very good, said the wizard called Phineas, looking at the wand with vague concern, although he may have ruined my picture by now, he is no longer recognized by most families.

Sirius knew not to ruin your portrait, said Dumbledore, and Harry immediately realized where Phineas' voice had been heard before, in Sirius' ancestral home, in the empty picture frame in his bedroom.

Tell him that Arthur Weasley's terribly injured wife, children and Harry Potter will be at his house shortly. Do you understand?

Arthur Weasley's injured wife, child and Harry Potter will be there, Phineas repeated in a weary voice. Yes. Very good.