Vol 2 Chapter 896: Rescue

Go out of the dormitory and walk along the spiral staircase into the common room, pass the portrait along the moonlit fat lady corridor and leave. Harry seemed to feel that the fear in his heart could explode at any time.
　　 He wanted to run to tell Dumbledore that Mr. Weasley was bleeding when they walked so calmly, and if anything happened to Mr. Weasley, the blood would splash on the mask.
　　 As they passed by Mrs. Lorris, its round eyes looked up and down at them and made a faint hiss.
　　Professor McGonagall said "Shh" Mrs. Lorris rushed into the shadows and escaped. A few minutes later they reached the door of Dumbledore's office guarded by the Stone Monster.
　　 "fizzghizzbee" Professor McGonagall said.
The 　　 monster came alive and jumped to the side of the wall, splitting a crack on both sides, and a spiral stone staircase moving upward appeared. When the four of them stepped on the moving stairs, the wall slammed behind them.
　　 They moved up in the narrow passage and finally came to the gorgeous oak door decorated with brass beast heads. Although it was past midnight, there was still chattering in the room that sounded like Dumbledore had at least a dozen guests.
　　 Professor McGonagall held the door knocker with the beast head and tapped it three times. The sound inside suddenly fell silent.
　　 The door opened automatically, Professor McGonagall walked in first, and Fanlin followed him to help Harry in.
　　 In the half-dark and half-dark rooms, all kinds of strange silver instruments stayed quietly on the table instead of flying around in smoke as usual. The portraits of the old principal and the female principal were all taking a nap in the frame on the wall. Next to the door, a huge bird with magnificent red and yellow feathers leaned against its wings and stopped to doze on the perch.
　　 It still looks the same, Fanlin has come to the office for the second time this semester. It seems that Umbridge’s affairs are really not taken care of
　　 "Oh, Professor McGonagall and you." Dumbledore was sitting in a high-back chair behind the desk; he leaned over a document in front of him under the flickering candlelight.
　　 He was wearing a white pajamas and a purple-gold coat embroidered on the outside, but he looked very clear. His light blue eyes were watching Professor McGonagall.
　　 "Professor Dumbledore Harry had a nightmare," said Professor McGonagall. "He told me."
　　 "This is not a dream" Harry said quickly.
　　 Professor McGonagall looked at Harry and frowned slightly.
　　 "Very good, then Harry, please tell the principal."
　　 "I'm asleep" Harry said trying to make Dumbledore understand his horror and despair. He felt slightly annoyed that the principal did not look at him but looked at his fingers. "But this is not an ordinary dream. It is real. I saw it happen." Harry took a deep breath, "Ron's father Mr. Weasley was attacked with a magic wand."
　　 After he finished speaking, these words seemed to be echoing in the air. It sounded a bit ridiculous like a comedy. Dumbledore paused and looked back at the ceiling. Fanlin frowned slightly, but his expression was serious, as if he was thinking, while Ron's eyes wandered around Harry and Dumbledore, his face pale and trembling.
　　 "How did you see it" Dumbledore asked calmly without looking at Harry.
　　 "I don't know" Harry said he was very angry, what does it matter?
　　 "In my mind, I think" Dumbledore's tone is still very calm, "You misunderstood what I meant."
　　 said Dumbledore. "I mean, do you remember, er, where you stood when you saw the assailant? You might be standing next to the victim or looking down from the top of the scene."
　　The question is so strange that Harry stared at Dumbledore as if he knew it.
　　 "I'm a bystander," Harry said. "I saw what happened from the perspective of darkness."
　　 "Bystander attacker went out behind you"
　　"Yes" Harry looked at Fanlin with a little surprise, "But"
　　 "Where is" Dumbledore asked.
　　 "I don't know, I only see black floor tiles and a lot of crystal balls."
　　 No one spoke, and more, what appeared on Fanlin’s face was puzzled
　　Bystander, then, without Nagini, what would Harry be?
　　 "Is Arthur seriously injured?"
　　 "Yes" Harry emphasized
　　 But the ensuing anger filled Harry's mind. Why can't Dumbledore take a look at him for polite reasons
　　 But Dumbledore stood up suddenly, he moved so quickly that Harry was startled.
　　 "Evra" said Dumbledore quickly. "And Dai Lisi" the black wizard with short yellow faces and the silver curled old witch stood in the frame beside him. They opened their eyes as if they were all awake from the deepest sleep.
　　 "Are you listening," Dumbledore said. The wizard nodded and said, "Of course."
　　 "Arthur should be on duty tonight, the Weasley family," Dumbledore said. "Evlad, you alert to make sure reliable people find him"
　　 "And Dai Lisi~EbookFREE.me~ You go to the St. Mungo Magic Hospital, I think we need to be prepared"
　　 The two nodded and left the original frame. He did not appear in the adjacent photo but disappeared. Only black curtains and a beautiful leather armchair remained in the background of the two photo frames.
　　 Harry noticed that most of the other principals and ladies on the wall seemed to be snoring and drooling convincingly, but they all peeked at him under his nose. He suddenly guessed who was talking when they had knocked on the door.
"Evra and Dairis are the most famous principals at Hogwarts." Dumbledore said he glanced at Fanlin, Harry, Ron and Professor McGonagall. They were standing next to the door. Magnificent bird on the wood.
　　 "Their reputation is so high that their portraits are hung in many other important wizarding institutions. So they are free to move between their own portraits to tell us what is happening elsewhere."
　　 "But Mr. Weasley may be anywhere," Harry said.
　　 "You three, please sit down" Dumbledore ignored what Harry said. "Evra and Deris may not be back right away. Professor McGonagall, please change a few more chairs."
　　 Professor McGonagall took out his wand from the pocket of her robe and waved it. Four wooden straight-back chairs appeared in the air. They were a little different from the comfortable chintz armchairs that Dumbledore had transformed during the Harry hearing.
　　 Harry sat down and looked at Dumbledore over the back of the chair. Dumbledore stroked Fox's golden head with a finger. Fox woke up immediately. He raised his beautiful head and looked at Dumbledore with bright, dark eyes.
　　 "We need" Dumbledore said softly to the bird "a warning."