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The door opened of its own accord and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron inside. The room was in half darkness; the strange silver instruments standing on tables were silent and still rather than whirring and emitting puffs of smoke as they usually did. The portraits of old headmasters and headmistresses covering the walls were all snoozing in their frames. Behind the door, a magnificent red-and-gold bird the size of a swan dozed on its perch with its head under its wing. Oh, its you, Professor McGonagall. and. Dumbledore was sitting in a high-backed chair behind his desk; he leaned forward into the pool of candlelight illuminating the papers laid out before him. He was wearing a magnificently embroidered purple-and-gold dressing gown over a snowy-white nightshirt, but seemed wide awake, his penetrating light-blue eyes fixed intently upon Professor McGonagall. Professor Dumbledore, Potter has had a. well, a nightmare, said Professor McGonagall. He says. It wasnt a nightmare, said Harry quickly. Professor McGonagall looked around at Harry, frowning slightly. Very well, then, Potter, you tell the headmaster about it. well, I was asleep. said Harry and even in his terror and his desperation to make Dumbledore understand he felt slightly irritated that the headmaster was not looking at him, but examining his own interlocked fingers. But it wasnt an ordinary dream. it was real. I saw it happen. He took a deep breath, Rons dad - Mr. Weasley - has been attacked by a giant snake. The words seemed to reverberate in the air after he had said them, slightly ridiculous, even comic. There was a pause in which Dumbledore leaned back and stared meditatively at the ceiling. Ron looked from Harry to Dumbledore, white-faced and shocked. How did you see this. Dumbledore asked quietly, still not looking at Harry. Well. I dont know, said Harry, rather angrily - what did it matter. Inside my head, I suppose - You misunderstand me, said Dumbledore, still in the same calm tone. I mean. can you remember - er - where you were positioned as you watched this attack happen. Were you perhaps standing beside the victim, or else looking down on the scene from above. This was such a curious question that Harry gaped at Dumbledore; it was almost as though he knew. I was the snake, he said. I saw it all from the snakes point of view. Nobody else spoke for a moment, then Dumbledore, now looking at Ron, who was still whey-faced, said in a new and sharper voice, Is Arthur seriously injured. Yes, said Harry emphatically - why were they all so slow on the uptake, did they not realize how much a person bled when fangs that long pierced their side. And why could Dumbledore not do him the courtesy of looking at him. But Dumbledore stood up so quickly that Harry jumped, and addressed one of the old portraits hanging very near the ceiling. Everard. he said sharply. And you too, Dilys. A sallow-faced wizard with short, black bangs and an elderly witch click long silver ringlets in the frame beside him, both of whom seemed to have been in the deepest of sleeps, opened their eyes immediately. You were listening. said Dumbledore. The wizard nodded, the witch said, Naturally. The man has red hair and glasses, said Dumbledore. Everard, you will need to raise the alarm, make sure he is found by the right people - Both nodded and moved sideways out of their frames, but instead of emerging in neighboring pictures (as usually happened at Hogwarts), neither reappeared; one frame now contained nothing but a backdrop of dark curtain, the other a handsome leather armchair. Harry noticed that many of the other headmasters and mistresses on the walls, though snoring and drooling most convincingly, kept sneaking peeks at him under their eyelids, and he suddenly understood who had been talking when they had knocked. Everard and Dilys were two of Hogwartss most celebrated Heads, Dumbledore said, now sweeping around Harry, Ron, and Professor McGonagall and approaching the magnificent sleeping bird on his perch beside the door. Their renown is such that both have portraits hanging in other important Wizarding institutions. As they are free to move between their own portraits they can tell us what may be happening elsewhere. But Mr. Weasley could be anywhere. said Harry. Please sit down, all three of you, said Dumbledore, as though Harry had not spoken. Everard and Dilys may not be back for several minutes. Professor McGonagall, if you could draw up extra chairs. Professor McGonagall pulled her wand from the pocket of her dressing gown and waved it; three chairs appeared out of thin air, straight-backed and wooden, quite unlike the comfortable chintz armchairs that Dumbledore had conjured back at Harrys hearing. Harry sat down, watching Dumbledore over his shoulder. Dumbledore was now stroking Fawkess plumed golden head with one finger. The phoenix awoke immediately. He stretched his beautiful head high and observed Dumbledore through bright, dark eyes. We will need, said Dumbledore very quietly to the bird, a warning. There was a flash of fire and the phoenix had gone. Dumbledore now swooped apex cross progression cancelled upon one of the fragile silver instruments whose function Harry had never known, carried it over to his desk, sat down facing them again, and tapped it gently with the tip of his wand. The instrument tinkled into life at once with rhythmic clinking noises. Tiny puffs of pale green smoke issued from the minuscule silver tube at the top. Dumbledore watched the smoke closely, his brow furrowed, and after a few seconds, the tiny puffs became a steady stream of smoke that thickened and coiled in the air. A serpents head grew out of the end of it, opening its mouth wide. Harry wondered whether the instrument was confirming his story: He looked eagerly at Dumbledore for a sign that he was right, but Dumbledore did not look up. Naturally, naturally, murmured Dumbledore apparently to himself, still observing the stream of smoke without the slightest sign of surprise. But in essence divided. Harry could make neither head nor tail of this question. The smoke serpent, however, split itself instantly into two snakes, both coiling and undulating in the dark air. With a look of grim satisfaction Dumbledore gave the instrument another gentle tap with his wand: The clinking noise slowed and died, and the smoke serpents grew faint, became a formless haze, and vanished. Dumbledore replaced the instrument upon its spindly little table; Harry saw many of the old headmasters in the portraits follow him with their eyes, then, realizing that Harry was watching them, hastily pretend to be sleeping again. Harry wanted to ask what the strange silver instrument was for, but before he could do so, there was a shout from the top of the wall to their right; the wizard called Everard had reappeared in his portrait, panting slightly. Dumbledore. What news. said Dumbledore at once. I yelled until someone came running, said the wizard, who was mopping his brow on the curtain behind him, said Id heard something moving downstairs - they werent sure whether to believe me but went down to check - you know there are no portraits down there to watch from. Anyway, they carried him up a few minutes later. He doesnt look good, hes covered in blood, I ran along see more Elfrida Craggs portrait to get a good view as they left - Good, said Dumbledore as Ron made a convulsive movement, I take it Dilys will have seen him arrive, then - And moments later, the silver-ringletted witch had reappeared in her picture too; she sank, coughing, into her armchair and said, Yes, theyve taken him to St. Mungos, Dumbledore. They carried him past under my portrait. He looks bad. Thank you, said Dumbledore. He Streameast afl around at Professor McGonagall. Minerva, I need you to go and wake the other Weasley children. Of course. Professor McGonagall got up and moved swiftly to the door; Harry cast a sideways glance at Ron, who was now looking terrified. And Dumbledore - what about Molly. said Professor McGonagall, pausing at the door. That will be a job for Fawkes when he has finished keeping a lookout for anybody approaching, said Dumbledore. But she may already know. that excellent clock of hers. Harry knew Dumbledore was referring to the clock that told, not the time, but the whereabouts and conditions of the various Weasley family members, and with a pang he thought that Mr. Weasleys hand must, even now, be pointing at mortal peril. But it was very late. Mrs. Weasley was probably asleep, not watching the clock. And he felt cold as he remembered Mrs. Weasleys boggart turning into Mr. Weasleys lifeless body, his glasses askew, blood running down his face. But Mr. Weasley wasnt going to die. He couldnt. Dumbledore was now rummaging in a cupboard behind Harry and Ron. He emerged from it carrying a blackened old kettle, which he placed carefully upon his desk. He raised his wand and murmured Portus; for a moment the kettle trembled, glowing with an odd blue light, then it quivered to a rest, as solidly black as ever. Dumbledore marched over to another portrait, this time of a clever-looking wizard with a pointed beard, who had been painted wearing the Slytherin colors of green and silver and was apparently sleeping so deeply that he could not hear Dumbledores voice when he attempted to rouse him. Phineas. Phineas. And see more the subjects of the portraits lining the room were no longer pretending to be asleep; they were shifting around in their frames, the better to watch what was happening. Streameast afl the clever-looking wizard continued to feign sleep, some of them shouted his name too. Phineas. Phineas. PHINEAS. He could not pretend any longer; he gave a theatrical jerk and opened his eyes wide. Steam deck joystick settings someone call. I need you to visit your other portrait again, Phineas, said Dumbledore. Ive got another message. Visit my other portrait. said Phineas in a reedy voice, giving a long, fake yawn (his eyes traveling around the room and focusing upon Harry). Oh no, Dumbledore, I am too tired tonight. Something about Phineass voice was familiar to Harry. Where had he heard it before. But before he could think, the portraits on the surrounding walls broke into a storm of protest. Insubordination, sir. roared a corpulent, red-nosed wizard, brandishing his fists. Dereliction of duty. We are honor-bound to give service to the present headmaster of Hogwarts. cried a frail-looking old wizard whom Harry recognized as Dumbledores predecessor, Armando Dippet. Shame on you, Phineas. Shall I persuade him, Dumbledore. called a gimlet-eyed witch, raising an unusually thick wand that looked not unlike a birch rod. Oh, very well, said the wizard called Phineas, eyeing this wand slightly apprehensively, though he may well have destroyed my picture by now, hes done most of the family - Sirius knows not to destroy your portrait, said Dumbledore, and Harry realized immediately where he had heard Phineass voice before: issuing from the apparently empty frame in his bedroom in Grimmauld Place. You are to give him the message that Arthur Weasley has been gravely injured and that his wife, children, and Harry Potter will be arriving at his house baldurs gate 3 ps5 keyboard. Do you understand. Arthur Weasley, injured, wife and children and Harry Potter coming to stay, recited Phineas in a bored voice. Yes, yes. very well. He sloped away into the frame of the portrait and disappeared from view at the very moment that the study door opened again. Fred, George, and Ginny were ushered inside by Professor McGonagall, all three of them looking disheveled and shocked, still in their night things. Harry - whats going on. asked Ginny, who looked frightened. Professor McGonagall says you saw Dad hurt - Your father has been injured in the course of his work for the Order of the Phoenix, said Dumbledore before Harry could speak. He has been taken to St. Mungos Hospital for Magical Maladies and Injuries. I am sending you back to Siriuss house, which is much more Streameast afl for the hospital than the Burrow. You will meet your mother there. Howre we going. asked Fred, looking shaken. Floo powder. No, said Dumbledore, Floo powder is not safe at the moment, the Network is being watched. You will be taking a Portkey. He indicated the old kettle lying innocently on his desk. We are just waiting for Phineas Nigellus to report back. I wish to be sure that the coast is clear before sending you - There was a flash of flame in the very middle of the office, leaving behind a single golden feather that floated gently to the floor. It is Fawkess warning, said Dumbledore, catching the feather as it fell. She must know youre out of your beds. Minerva, go and head her off - tell her any story - Professor McGonagall was gone in a swish of tartan. He says hell be delighted, said a bored voice behind Dumbledore; the wizard called Phineas had reappeared in front of his Slytherin banner. My great-great-grandson has always had odd taste in houseguests. Come here, then, Dumbledore said to Harry and the Weasleys. And quickly, before anyone else joins us. Harry and the others gathered around Dumbledores desk. You have all used a Portkey before. asked Dumbledore, and they nodded, each reaching out to touch some part of the blackened kettle. Good. On the count of three then. one. two. It happened in a fraction of a second: In the infinitesimal pause before Dumbledore said three, Harry looked up at him - they were very close together - and Dumbledores clear blue gaze moved from the Portkey to Harrys face. At once, Harrys scar burned white-hot, as though the old wound had burst open again - and unbidden, unwanted, but terrifyingly strong, there rose within Harry a hatred so powerful he felt, for that instant, that he would like nothing better than to strike - to bite - to sink his fangs into the man before him -. three. He felt a powerful jerk behind his navel, the ground vanished from beneath his feet, his hand was glued to the kettle; he was banging into the others as all sped forward in a swirl of colors and a rush of wind, the kettle pulling them onward and then - His feet hit the ground so hard that his knees buckled, the kettle clattered to the more info and somewhere close at hand a voice said, Back again, the blood traitor brats, is it true their fathers dying. OUT. roared a second voice. Harry scrambled to his feet and looked around; they had arrived in the gloomy basement kitchen of number twelve, Grimmauld Place. The only sources of light were the fire and one guttering candle, which illuminated the remains of a solitary supper. Kreacher was disappearing through the door to the hall, looking back at them malevolently as he hitched up his loincloth; Sirius was hurrying toward them all, looking anxious. He was unshaven and still in his day clothes; there was also a slightly Mundungus-like whiff of stale drink about him. Whats going on. he said, stretching out a hand to help Ginny up. Phineas Nigellus said Arthurs been badly injured - Ask Harry, said Fred.
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