Vol 2 Chapter 897: go away

Fox had already flown away while the fire was flashing. Dumbledore leaned down and put some silver instruments that Harry had never heard of on the desk and sat down again watching them hit it gently with the end of the wand. The instrument was activated with a rhythmic tinkling sound.
　　 A light green smoke came out of the silver tube. Dumbledore frowned and looked at the smoke carefully. After a few seconds, the smoke became thick and tangled in the air. A snake head sticks out at the end of the smoke
　　 Harry wondered whether the instrument was verifying his story. He looked at Dumbledore eagerly, hoping to see a hint, but Dumbledore did not look up at him.
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　　 "So, is that snake Voldemort?"
　　 "Voldemort went to the Ministry of Magic himself"
　　 Fanlin was a little unsure of his own thoughts. As usual, Voldemort hadn't found a way, but he knew that Harry could see it. Then, aware of this, it would not be difficult to invade Harry's consciousness.
　　 It can be said that from this moment on, Harry is an untimely bomb. You cannot be sure when and where the connection between the two souls will occur.
　　 "Professor, is he there?" Fanlin looked up and hoped that Dumbledore would give him a definite answer.
　　 But Dumbledore didn't answer, he just fiddled with the smoke with his magic wand on his own.
　　 "Natural" Dumbledore muttered to himself in a low voice and continued to observe the changes in the smoke without a trace of surprise in his eyes.
　　 "Is there any difference in essence?" Harry didn't know how to answer this question. The smoking snake split into two snakes and curled around in the black air.
　　 Dumbledore showed a grim and satisfied expression and waved his wand again. The sound of tinkering gradually disappeared. The smoking snake became blurred and disappeared into the air. Dumbledore put the instrument back on the long narrow table.
　　 Harry saw most of the old principal's eyes in the portrait following him, when they realized that Harry was watching them and hurriedly pretended to sleep again.
　　 "Don't worry about them." Fanlin patted Harry on the shoulder.
　　 Harry was about to ask what the strange silver instrument was doing. On the wall to their right, a wizard who called Evra gasped slightly and reappeared in his portrait.
　　 "Dumbledore"
　　 "What's the news?" Dumbledore asked immediately.
"I kept calling until someone came over." Evra gasped and wiped his eyebrows with the curtains behind him. "I said they didn't believe it when they heard something coming downstairs, but they went to check and you know if there is no So I couldn’t check the portrait. After a few minutes they carried him on his back. He didn’t look good and he was covered in blood. When they left, I walked along the picture frame and looked at Cragg’s portrait in order to look more closely.

　　 Ron had a convulsion.
　　 "Okay" Dumbledore said I think Dalys might have seen him come back when" A moment later the witch in the silver scroll also reappeared in her picture; she coughed and sat back in her armchair and said.
　　 "They took him to St. Mungo's Hospital, Dumbledore. They took him past my portrait. He doesn't look good."
　　 "Thank you" Dumbledore said. He glanced at Professor McGonagall.
　　 "Minerva asks you to wake up the other children in Weasley."
　　 "Of course." Professor McGonagall stood up and walked quickly to the door. Harry glanced at Ron quickly, and he was very scared.
　　 "What about Dumbledore Molly" Professor McGonagall said, stopping at the door.
　　 "After Fox finishes the alert, this work will be given to it." Dumbledore said.
　　 "But she may already know. Her wonderful clock."
　　 Everyone knows the clock that Professor McGonagall is referring to. It does not indicate the time but the whereabouts and locations of different family members of Weasley. Harry thought deeply in his heart that Mr. Weasley's pointer must now point to a fatal danger.
　　 But it's too late. Maybe Mrs. Weasley was asleep without watching the clock. Harry felt a chill at the thought of Mrs. Weasley approaching Mr. Weasley's lifeless body, his glasses tilted aside and blood flooded his cheeks.
　　 Mr. Weasley will not die. He cannot die.
　　 Dumbledore rummaged in a cupboard behind Harry and Ron. From there he found an old blackened kettle and carefully placed it on his desk.
　　 He raised his wand and whispered "Porters" after a while the kettle shook a weird blue light and then calmed down to the same black as before.
Dumbledore walked to another portrait. This time it was a very smart wizard with a sharp beard. The color of his clothes was Slytherin green and silver. He slept so deeply that he didn't hear Dumbledore trying to wake him up. the sound of.
　　 "Phineas, Phineas." A row of portraits in the room no longer pretended to be asleep. They moved around in their frames to see what was happening.
　　 Of course, some of them yelled his name as the clever wizard went on fake sleep.
　　 "Phineas Phineas Phineas"
　　 He can't pretend to sleep anymore. He pretends to wake up suddenly and stare.
　　 "Are you calling me?"
　　 "I need you to visit your other portraits of Phineas" Dumbledore said ~EbookFREE.me~ I received another message. "
　　 "Visit my other portraits?" Phineas murmured and pretended to yawn a long time. His eyes looked in the room and finally fell on Harry.
　　 "Oh no Dumbledore, I'm too tired tonight."
　　 Something in Phineas’ voice was familiar to Harry, where he had heard before that he was trying to recall the portrait on the wall with a stormy protest.
　　 "Mr. Disobey Order" a fat, red-nosed wizard yelled and waved his fist.
　　 "Negligence of duty" "We think the current headmaster of Hogwarts serves as a glorious service" shouted a thin-looking old wizard. Harry recognized Dumbledore's predecessor, Amando Dippet.
　　 "You make us ashamed Phineas"
　　 "I'll persuade him to Dumbledore," said a witch with protruding eyes, and she held up a wand that was very thick, unlike a birch pole.
　　 "Oh, very good." The wizard named Phineas said that he looked at the wand faintly. "Although he may have destroyed my picture now, he is no longer recognized by most families."
　　 "Sirius knows not to spoil your portrait," Dumbledore said, and Harry immediately realized where he had heard Phineas' voice before from Sirius's ancestral home, in the empty frame of his bedroom.
　　 "Tell him that Arthur Weasley's seriously injured wife, children and Harry Potter will go to his house soon. Do you understand?"
　　 "Arthur Weasley's injured wife, children, and Harry Potter will be there," Phineas repeated in an annoying voice. "Yes. Very good."