Magic Journey from Hogwarts

It is estimated that the owl will be detained if it cannot fly to Dumbledore's office. If Umbridge intercepts the letter, the situation will be more complicated. "

Hearing this, the missing body was also helpless.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work, we can't do it ourselves!"

"Wait." Aaron interrupted, "You said you would do it yourself?"

The missing body froze for a moment, and quickly realized, "You don't really intend to let me deliver the letter, do you?"

"I'm not that stupid. The letter must be delivered, but not to Dumbledore."

"To whom? Professor McGonagall?"

"No, no, at Hogwarts, besides the Headmaster and the Vice-Headmaster, the thing that cares about Weasley the most is..."

"Weasley." The thought body suddenly realized, "Yes, it is very risky to send a letter to the Grand Magister or the Grand Magister Peak, but it is relatively easy to send a letter to the Magister."

"What time is it?" Aaron asked.

"It's just past midnight and it's curfew time."

"Without further ado, I have to go to the Gryffindor common room, you..."

"Ready." The missing body wrote down the content of the prophecy on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope, "This is written with the left hand, no one will recognize it."

Aaron secretly praised his wit in his heart, then picked up the envelope and left Shenming Hall.

The door to the Slytherin common room opened quietly, and Aaron walked out quickly, with the Disillusionment Curse to hide him, and the Silent Curse to block the sound of footsteps.

Trotting all the way to the end of the corridor in Gryffindor Tower, a portrait blocked his way.

Looking at the fat lady dozing off in the painting, Aaron had a few black lines on his forehead.

Damn, I forgot there was a gatekeeper here, and he didn't know the password to the Gryffindor common room.

After thinking for a moment, Aaron removed the illusion spell and changed his appearance at the same time.

"Cough cough!"

A deep cough was especially clear in the silent corridor.

The fat lady was still a little confused when she heard the voice, but she immediately woke up when she saw the person standing in front of her.

"Professor Dumbledore, are you here?"

"It's very urgent, otherwise I don't want to disturb the rest of the little wizards." Aaron said calmly in Dumbledore's voice, "I don't have time to explain, please open the door for me first!"

"Okay, principal."

The fat lady didn't suspect him, and directly opened the circular entrance leading to the common room.

Others needed a password to get in, but Dumbledore clearly had the privilege of being Headmaster.

Aaron couldn't help raising his eyebrows when he saw this. Although the Slytherin common room didn't have a portrait dedicated to the gatekeeper, the security was actually higher.

After all, their door only recognizes passwords, and whoever comes has no privileges.

Entering the common room, the fat lady closed the door consciously. Aaron used the disillusionment spell again to hide his figure, and then took out Captain Jack's compass.

Although he has been to the Gryffindor common room once, he really doesn't know where Ron's dormitory is, so he can only follow the pointer to find it.

He didn't use this magic item many times, but every time he felt that it was overkill.

Quietly pushing open the door pointed by the compass, Aaron walked in lightly.

This dormitory is shared by five people. Besides Ron, there are Harry, Seamus, Dean, and Neville.

Ignoring the constant snoring, Aaron walked to Ron's bed and put the anonymous letter on the bedside. By the way, he cast a spell on the envelope, and it would automatically ring the alarm after 3 minutes.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief after doing all this. It's not foolproof, but it can definitely be called the utmost benevolence.

"what!"

Painful groans suddenly came from a few meters away.

Aaron looked subconsciously and saw Harry twitching on the bed, his face was covered with cold sweat. Although he was asleep, his hands were still covering the scar on his forehead.

"I had a nightmare, and it was a nightmare related to Voldemort." Aaron thought to himself, his brows furrowed unconsciously.

The Dark Lord's frequent activities are not a good sign, but it has nothing to do with him. The letter has been delivered, and leaving here is the top priority.

Aaron returned the same way, but at a slower speed than when he came.

It took him more than ten minutes to return to the Slytherin common room, and instead of going to the Shenming Hall, he lay directly on the bed in the dormitory.

Not long after he left, the letter rang like an alarm clock.

But Ron slept so badly that he opened his eyes with deep resentment after a few minutes.

He usually doesn't know how to set an alarm clock, not to mention that Christmas is coming soon, and the school is closed, which just satisfies the wish of the scumbag to sleep until he wakes up naturally.

Now that this wish has been broken, he must not be in a good mood.

"There is no end."

Ron patted the 'alarm clock' on the bed angrily, already wondering whose prank it was.

It's best not to let him catch it, otherwise he will definitely let the other party know what the prefect's anger is.

However, the sound of the alarm clock disappeared, and the feeling on his hand was different. Only then did he realize that it was not an alarm clock at all, but an anonymous letter.

Ron was a little confused, so just as he was about to open the envelope, he heard Harry's cry of pain.

This startled him a lot, and he walked up to Harry regardless of the envelope in his hand, "Harry, Harry."

Harry opened his eyes suddenly, panting heavily.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a severe tearing sensation from his forehead, which made his painful eyes darken, and he lay on the side of the bed and vomited.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked worriedly, "Are you going to the school hospital to see Ms. Pomfrey?"

"No." Harry hurriedly grabbed Ron's arm, and said in a weak but extremely firm tone, "Your father, something happened to Mr. Weasley."

"What?" Ron was startled, "Dude, you're just dreaming."

"No." Harry roared anxiously, "It wasn't a dream, it was definitely not a dream.

I saw that big snake, he was bitten with blood all over his body, it was very serious.

Quick, Dumbledore, go find him. "

"I'll call someone." Neville said in horror, and ran out of the dormitory quickly.

Dean and Seamus were also awakened, but they were whispering, and they didn't care about Harry's dream, and even felt that it was a little fuss.

After an unknown amount of time, there were hurried footsteps on the stairs, and Neville walked in with Professor McGonagall.

"I wanted to go to Dumbledore, but I don't know the password of the headmaster's office." Neville said with some self-reproach.

"Thanks, Neville," said Harry gratefully, his voice sounding weak.

"Potter, what's the matter with you?" Professor McGonagall asked, "Is there any discomfort?"

"It's Ron's father." Harry forced himself to sit up, "I saw he was bitten by a snake, it was very serious."

"Did you see it?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"I dreamed it, but it was very real, as if I was the snake." Harry said a little anxiously, "We have to find him, he was seriously injured, and it might be too late if it's too late.

Professor, I'm not lying, I'm not crazy, you must believe me. "

Professor McGonagall looked at him in amazement, and after a few seconds of silence, he seemed to make up his mind, "I believe you, Potter, put on your dressing gown, and we'll go see the principal."

Hearing this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He needs the trust of the members of the Order of the Phoenix so much now, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do, especially this semester Dumbledore seems to have been avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally.

"Weasley, you come here too."

Ron supported Harry, who was weak, and followed Professor McGonagall to the entrance of the principal's office.

"Zizi honey candy."

Professor McGonagall read the command, and the stone beast jumped aside, revealing the rising stone ladder.

The three stepped up the stairs and came to an oak door.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the knocker three times, and after a while, the door opened automatically.

Dumbledore was flipping through the documents at his desk, and he wasn't surprised when he saw Professor McGonagall, but when he saw the two people behind her, especially Harry's overwhelmed appearance, he frowned unconsciously.

"Dumbledore, Potter just had a nightmare."

"It wasn't a nightmare," said Harry immediately, and then looked at Dumbledore very seriously, "I did see it in my sleep, it really happened.

Ron's dad was bitten by a snake, a big one, and it bit him bloody.

It's happened before, I've dreamed about Wormtail, and it must be real this time. "

"How did you see that?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know, it's just when I was dreaming..."

"No, I'm not asking you that.

I mean in the dream are you standing next to the victim, or looking down from above? "

"None." Harry shook his head in a daze, "I saw it from the perspective of the snake, as if I were the snake."

Dumbledore looked a little serious, and asked again: "Is he seriously injured?"

"very serious."

Dumbledore immediately turned to look at an old portrait on the wall of a yellow-haired wizard.

"Evra, Arthur is on duty tonight, we must let the right person find him."

"Doris."

A dozing witch in a frame suddenly opened her eyes.

"You go and help too."

The two wizards nodded and stepped out of the photo frame from the side.

"They were two of the most famous headmasters at Hogwarts, and their portraits hang in other important wizarding institutions.

They can come and go between their own portraits at will, so they can tell us what happened elsewhere. " Dumbledore explained patiently.

He looked at the pale-faced Harry and Ron, and conjured up two chairs, "Sit down for a while, they may have to wait a few minutes before they come back.

Minerva, I need you to wake up the other Weasley children. "

"I'll go right away," said Professor McGonagall. "What about Molly?"

"I'll let Fox know when she's done watching, maybe she already knows.

You know they have a wonderful wall clock in their house that doesn't show the time but only the whereabouts and status of the person. "

Chapter 472 The letter that shocked everyone, Gryffindor's prophecy genius

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.