Vol 2 Chapter 898: Anxious Weasley

He leaned away from the frame of the portrait and disappeared. At this moment the door was opened again. Professor McGonagall led Fred, George and Ginny in. The three people looked disheveled, sleepy, and very shocked.
　　 "Harry-what's the matter?" Ginny asked, looking terrified. "Professor McGonagall said you saw that Dad was injured-"
"Your father was injured while working for the Phoenix Order" Dumbledore replied before Harry could speak. "He was taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for treatment of magical injuries. I will send you back to Sirius's house from there to the hospital. Hogwarts is more convenient. You and your mother will meet there."
　　 "How are we going" Fred asked a little scared. "Use Floo Powder"
　　 "No" Dumbledore said, "It is not safe to use Floo powder now, and the passage has been monitored. You use the door key." Dumbledore pointed to the old kettle on the desk. "We are waiting for the information from Phineas Nicholas. I want to make sure that this place is safe before sending you there-"
　　 The fire in the middle of the office flashed a golden feather and fell to the floor.
　　 "This is Fox's warning," Dumbledore said, grabbing the fallen feathers. "Professor Umbridge knew you were not in bed. Minerva went to stop her-tell her any story -"
　　 Professor McGonagall, who was a deep Scottish tartan, left the room.
　　 "He said he would be happy" behind Dumbledore, a bored voice Phineas had reappeared in front of his Slytherin frame.
　　 "My great, great, great-great-grandson's choice of tenants' taste is indeed weird."
　　 "Come here, and..." Dumbledore said to Harry and Weasley. "Hurry up before anyone else comes in."
　　 Harry and the others gathered around Dumbledore’s desk.
　　 "Have you all used the door key before?" Dumbledore asked them nodded. Everyone reached out and touched part of the black kettle.
"Okay. Count down to three. One or two." In a short time, just before Dumbledore said "three," Harry looked up at him-they were very close-Dumbledore was clear and blue His eyes moved from the door key to Harry's face.
Harry’s scars scorched immediately as if the old wound had opened again-unconstrained, unneeded, but very strong Harry felt a strong hatred in his heart. At that moment, he didn’t care about anything, he just wanted to use sharp teeth. Bit the man in front of him.
"three."
　　 Harry felt a strong thrust behind his belly button, the floor disappeared under his feet, and his hand pressed against the kettle. The colorful whirlpools and blast speed accelerated him to hit other people's kettles and pull them forward. Until he clasped his knees and his feet hit the floor heavily.
　　 The kettle fell on the ground and not far from his ear, he said, "The traitors of the blood are back. Is their father really dead?"
　　 "Get out!" another voice yelled. Harry scanned the surroundings. They have returned to the dark basement kitchen at 12 Grimmauld Place. The only source of light is torches and a burning candle shining on the leftovers of cold rice.
　　 Kreacher disappeared into the doorway to the hall and looked back at them while tying his belt. Sirius ran towards them looking anxious. He was still wearing his usual clothes and his beard was not shaved and he smelled of a drink like red wine.
　　 "What happened?" He said he reached out a hand to help Ginny stand up.
　　 "Phineas Nicholas said Arthur was seriously injured."
　　 "Ask Harry," Fred said.
　　 "I want to know too" George said. The twins and Ginny watched him.
　　 Kreacher stopped on the stairs outside.
　　 "Yes-" Harry started. This is more difficult than telling McGonagall and Dumbledore. "I had a dream-" He told them everything he saw, from the perspective of an onlooker, and even more terrifying thoughts kept Harry in his heart.
　　 Ron was still pale, and he gave him a quick glance but didn't speak. After Harry finished talking about the incident, Fred George and Ginny continued to watch him for a while. Harry didn't know if he was imagining the process but he thought their expressions were a bit blamed.
　　 If they blame him for just watching, then he is happy.
　　 "Is mom here?" Fred said, turning to Sirius.
　　 "She might not even know what she gave birth to" Sirius said. "There are important things you need to leave before Umbridge intervenes. I hope Dumbledore has now let Molly know about it."
　　 "We have to go to Saint Mungo..." Ginny said hurriedly. She looked at her brothers, of course they were still wearing pajamas. "Sirius, can you lend us your cloak or other clothes?"
　　 "Wait a minute you can't go to St Mungo with tears in your eyes!" said Sirius.
　　 "If we want, we can go to St Mungo" Fred said with a stubborn expression. "He is our father!"
　　 "How are you going to explain that you knew that Arthur was attacked before the hospital told his wife?"
　　 "What does it matter?" George said fiercely~EbookFREE.me~ This is very important because we don't want Harry to be able to feel things hundreds of miles away. "Sirius said angrily. "Do you know how the Ministry of Magic will understand this message?" "
　　 Fred and George didn't seem to care what the Ministry of Magic would do. Ron was still pale and silent.
　　 Ginny said, "Others may tell us. We may also know this in other places besides Harry."
　　 "For example, who?" Sirius said impatiently. "Listen to your father being injured while working for Phoenix Ling. In that case, his child cannot know the situation within a few seconds after the incident. You will seriously damage Phoenix Ling."
　　 "We don't care about orders!" Fred shouted. "We are saying that our father is dying!" George cried.
"Your father knows what he is doing, he won't thank you for breaking the Phoenix Order!" Sirius also said angrily. "This is it-this is the reason you are not a member of the order-you don't understand-some things are worth it. Die for it!"
"Keep calm." Fanlin, who had just returned from Apparition, said, "Dailys said, Mr. Weasley is seriously injured, but the therapist did not say that your father will die, so stay Here, waiting for Mrs. Weasley, she is more anxious than any of you, not here to lose her temper to those who care about you."
　　 No one continued to speak, Ginny just turned paler.
　　 "Listen, I can tell you..." Fanlin glanced at Sirius, "Your father was not injured in vain. If you join, you will know what it means!"