[HP] How to properly feed the savior

He was awakened.

Some kind of instinctive consciousness, even he couldn't explain it clearly, woke him up from his sleep.The dormitory was still dark, and Ron was snoring regularly. Only Harry, who was on the opposite bed, was tossing and turning, as if he was sleeping restlessly.

"Damn it!" Riddle sat up suddenly, wiping off a handful of cold sweat, "That old bastard!"

He looked towards the other party in the dark. Riddle, who had just woken up, had very weak brain defenses, and some information flowed into his consciousness, causing him to get out of bed in a hurry and light up the lamp.Riddle had already rushed to Harry's bedside, violently shaking Harry's body that seemed out of control. "Harry!" Riddle's shout woke up many people.

"What's going on?" Ron asked sleepily after he stopped snoring.

"Crack!" Riddle slapped Harry hard, finally waking him up.When Harry woke up, he lay on the edge of the bed and retched.

"Dude, are you sick?" Ron asked with a horrified expression after his sleepiness faded instantly.

"Should we go to the Professor?" Neville asked timidly.

"Your father..." Harry raised his head, looking in Ron's direction, "something happened to your father..."

"What?" Ron didn't respond for a moment.Simo also woke up, looking at the scene in front of him with a complicated expression.

"He's been bitten!" cried Harry anxiously. "There's been a lot of blood, everywhere..."

Suddenly a hoarse and deep hiss startled everyone, and Dean shivered. Everyone has heard this sound. In the dueling club in the second grade, Harry told the snake conjured by Malfoy not to attack That's the sound Justin made.But this time it was Riddle who spoke, and Harry subconsciously spoke in Parseltongue.

"Neville, you go to Professor McGonagall." He said to Neville, diverting the attention of the others from the two Parseltongues. "Tell him Harry dreamed that Ron's father was bitten by a snake while he was working overtime at the Ministry."

"I'll go right away." Without any doubt, Neville jumped off the bed and ran out directly.

"Ron, you change your clothes and pack your things, we may be going to London tonight."

Ron pointed to his nose, showing a surprised look, and finally opened the box and flipped through the clothes.

"Dean, if you don't mind, can you go next door and wake up George and Fred? Tell them something happened to Mr. Weasley, we have to go to London overnight, and let them get dressed and come out."

"No problem." Dean nodded and left.

"You really trust this man?" Seamus sat on the bed, looking at Harry with half disgust and half suspicion.

"I believe I can make the right judgment," he replied simply.

"Okay." Seamus shrugged, "Do I have any tasks?"

He picked up the snow globe from the bedside, opened the built-in Marauder's Map, and the red dot representing Umbridge was hovering near the Gryffindor Tower. "If Umbridge wants to come in to check the dormitory after we leave, try to delay it for us."

"She is a senior investigator..."

"And you are our friend."

They confronted each other for a while, and Seamus picked up his wand resignedly. "Sometimes I'm not so sure about it, really."

He gave each other a smile.By this time Neville had returned with Professor McGonagall. "What's the matter? What happened to Potter?" Professor McGonagall's hairnet was still crooked, and his brows were tightly knit.

"We need to see the Headmaster immediately. Mr. Weasley was bitten by a snake, Harry saw it, and we have to go to London," he said rapidly.

Professor McGonagall turned to Harry with eyes that seemed to be looking at something terribly frightening.

"I'm not lying! I'm not crazy!" Harry shouted as if he thought Professor McGonagall was suspicious.

"I believe you." Professor McGonagall said bluntly, "put on your dressing gown, and I will take you to see the principal."

"Professor, I thought maybe you could have Ginny Weasley come with us."

Professor McGonagall glanced at him, "After you change your clothes, go to the lounge first." After she finished speaking, she left.

After meeting the worried twins in the lounge and a terrified Ginny, they arrived at the principal's office.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter just had a nightmare—"

"It wasn't a nightmare!" interrupted Professor McGonagall. "It was true—I saw it! Mr. Weasley was bitten by a big snake..."

Ron's face was pale, and his eyes wandered back and forth between Harry and the headmaster.

However, Dumbledore just sat behind the table, fingers crossed, looking at the ceiling thoughtfully. "How did you see it?"

"I don't know..." said Harry uncertainly, "it's just in my head—"

"You misunderstood." The principal said calmly, his eyes still did not move away from the ceiling, as if there was something particularly interesting there. "I'm asking you—what angle did you see the attack from? Standing next to the victim? Looking down on it? Or—?"

This question made Harry's face turn pale, "Looking down from above, it's as if I'm a ghost floating there."

It was a lie, and he believed Dumbledore could see it too.

"Is Arthur seriously injured?" The headmaster finally turned around, and his eyes fell on Ron, whose face was still pale.

"It's serious," Harry emphasized. "He's bleeding a lot, and there might be poison on the snake's teeth..."

Dumbledore acted quickly, and issued a series of orders to the headmaster's painting on the wall, asking the portrait to go to the Ministry of Magic to sound the alarm, to go to St. Sirius and the others are going to transfer there.Then the headmaster took out a set of delicate silverware and knocked on it. With the rhythmic tinkling sound, a puff of light green smoke came out of the silverware.

He guessed that the instrument was examining Harry's soul.If it was said that the headmaster might not have guessed that Harry was Voldemort's Horcrux in the past, the evidence must be conclusive now.

"Dumbledore! He's been carried away - not looking well, covered in blood..." The wizard who had inspected the Ministry returned to his frame, wiping his forehead with the curtain.

"They've sent him to St. Mungo's and he's not looking good." The witch with the silver curls was back from St. Mungo's too.

Ron twitched violently.

"He said you are welcome to come over." Phineas returned to the frame and said lazily. "My great-great-grandson has a habit of keeping people in."

"How do we get there?" Fred asked anxiously, "Floo?"

"No, the Floo network is under surveillance, it's not safe at the moment." Dumbledore took out an old teapot from the cabinet, raised his wand and chanted a spell, the teapot emitted a burst of blue light and returned to normal. "You use portkeys. Have you used them all?"

They nodded and put their fingers on the teapot.

"Okay. I'll count to three. One...two...three!"

The scenery in front of him blurred into a swirling color, the wind whistled past his ears, and he landed on the worm-holed floor of 12 Grimmauld Place.

"These scumbags, are their fathers going to die?" Klicher's extremely unfriendly voice sounded, followed by Sirius' angry roar——

"go out!"

Klitsch gave them a malicious look and disappeared.

"I thought things weren't so bad between you and Klitsch." He looked at Sirius, who was pulling Ginny from the ground.

"If that nasty house-elf didn't mess with me on purpose." Sirius let out a dull snort from his nose. "Let's talk about what happened. Phineas said Arthur was seriously injured?"

"Let Harry talk." Fred stared at Harry.

"Yes, we want to know too." George got up from the ground and patted the ashes off his body.

They sat down at the table.Everyone in the Weasley family was staring at Harry, and Harry shifted his head uncomfortably, lowering his eyes, "Uh - well, I had a dream... at first it was DA's room, some messy Things, quite illogical, and then suddenly that corridor cut into my dream, the one I passed on my way to the Ministry of Magic for trial, and I've been dreaming about it for months. As usual, the corridor was empty, and then I heard the rustling sound of a snake slithering on the ground behind me, and Mr Weasley stood up in front of me, the Invisibility Cloak fell from him—” Harry made a grunt in his throat, “Snake Raised up and bit him three times, and he fell down with blood all over the ground - that's it, and then I woke up..."

It was hard to say whether the Weasleys really wanted to know about this.Ron's face was as white as paper, Fred's brows never opened, and George's was similar, and Ginny curled herself up in the chair, hugging her knees.He and Riddle looked at each other awkwardly, wondering how he got involved in this.

There was a long silence at the dining table before Fred asked, "Is Mommy here?"

"I think she may not know yet." Sirius said with some uncertainty, "It is imperative to get you here before being caught by Umbridge, and Dumbledore may be informing Molly now."

"We're going to St. Mungo's." Ginny was still in her pajamas instead of coats like her brothers. "Can you lend me a cloak?"

"Wait, you can't go to St. Mungo's." Sirius hurriedly stopped Ginny, "You can't explain why you got the news before the hospital notified the family."

"He's our father!" Fred retorted stubbornly. "Of course we have a right to see him!"

"Mr. Weasley should be receiving emergency treatment now. Even if you go to St. Mungo's, you still have to wait outside. It's better to wait until Mr. Weasley's injury is stable and the hospital allows you to visit him." Seeing that Fred still objected, he added, "I know it's difficult to do nothing here, but at this time, what your father needs most is that you don't do anything stupid."

"What kind of stupid thing is this..." Fred muttered in a low voice, but didn't move.

"Sirius, do you have any refreshing drinks in the kitchen? I reckon we'll be waiting here for a while."

"Yes!" Sirius waved his wand energetically, "butter beer is coming!"

Eight bottles of butterbeer flew over from the kitchen, but no one at the table was much interested in the drinks except Harry.Harry looked nervous, and his hands were shaking so badly that he nearly spilled his butterbeer several times.He remembered what Riddle and Harry had said in Parseltongue in the dormitory. If he was not mistaken, Riddle should have told Harry not to tell about his experience of being possessed by a snake.Therefore, whether it was for Dumbledore or the Weasleys, Harry insisted that he was a bystander of this change.

However, the more he concealed it like this, the greater the burden in Harry's heart, as if this was some ulterior secret, and once it was revealed, something terrible would happen.This is purely to scare oneself.He gave Riddle a dissatisfied look, and that guy just shrugged his shoulders indistinctly. Indeed, it was not easy for them to enlighten Harry at this time, otherwise it would be easy to make people suspicious.

Suddenly a firelight illuminated the empty plates on the table.There was a burst of exclamation from the dining table, and Sirius grabbed the falling phoenix tail feathers with quick eyes and hands, "It's Fox's news...not Dumbledore's notes, here, it's for you, it's written by Molly."

George finished the letter, reading it: "Papa is alive. I'm going to St. Mungo's now, stay there, and I'll let you know as soon as possible. Mother."

"Alive." Fred frowned even tighter, "That doesn't sound too good..."

It wasn't until 12:[-] in the morning that Mrs. Weasley came to No. [-] Grimmauld Place with a whole body of exhaustion, "He is out of danger and sleeping, and Bill is with him. We can go see him together later. "

Many people at the table breathed a sigh of relief.

"Breakfast!" cried Sirius cheerfully, jumping up from his chair, "Kricht! Where's that damned house-elf? Well, I'll do it myself, nine, how about fried meat and eggs? Some more tea, and I can bake some bread—”

"I'll help." Harry stood up quickly and hurried to the kitchen.

He also left the living room, "Harry, can I have a word with you?"