Vol 2 Chapter 899: Attack him

"Then let us join," Fred yelled.
"Yes, if you can beat me. As a wizard, I will go and talk to Dumbledore." Fanlin said lightly, "Before that, I will stay here and wait for Mrs. Weasley to come over. ."
　　 "but"
　　 "I know it's difficult, although we don't know what happened, but we have all started to act. At least we have to stay here until we receive your mother's letter."
"Oh, OK"
　　 Fred and George still look a bit rebellious. Ginny took a few steps to the nearest chair and sat down deeply. Harry looked at Ron a little at a loss and finally sat down. The twins glared at Sirius and Fanlin and then sat on each side of Ginny.
　　 "That's right," Sirius encouraged, "Come on, all of us. Let us all come and have a glass of butter beer while we wait."
　　 As he spoke, half a dozen bottles flew towards them from the tea room along the table and stopped neatly in front of the seven of them. He raised his wand and cleaned up the residue from the dinner on the table. They drank together for a while. Only the crackling of the kitchen fire and the "pop" of the bottles on the table were left in the room.
　　 Harry just sullen his head and drink, and his stomach is full of hot, turbulent guilt. Without him, they wouldn't be here and still sleep in bed. He told him that the alert to find Mr. Weasley was useless. In fact, Harry could not escape his staying on the scene now, as if he had instructed him
　　 "Don't be stupid, you didn't do this" Harry secretly told himself to try to stay calm, his hand shaking while holding the bottle of butter beer
　　 "You didn't attack anyone when you were lying on the bed." Fanlin whispered, "It's not your fault."
　　 But Harry was still a little uneasy.
　　 "Then what happened in Dumbledore's office" he asked himself. "I feel I want to attack Dumbledore."
　　 He put down the bottle with some difficulty. Beer spilled from the bottle on the table. No one noticed these.
　　 There was an explosion of fire light illuminating the dirty dishes in front of them. They yelled with fright. A roll of parchment and a golden phoenix tail feather fell on the table with a thud.
　　 "Fox" Sirius immediately said that he grabbed the parchment. "That's not Dumbledore. It must be a letter from your mother."
　　He stuffed the letter into George's hand, and George tore it open and read aloud "Dad is still alive. I am going to St. Mungo now. I will tell the news as soon as possible when I stay where you are. Mom."
　　George looked at the table.
　　 "Still alive." He said slowly.
　　 "It sounds like this."
　　 He doesn't need to finish talking. Harry understood that Mr. Weasley was wandering between life and death and was very weak. Ron stared at the back of his mother's letter paper as if it would say something to comfort him. Fred grabbed the parchment from George's hand, continued to look, then raised his head to look at Harry.
　　 Harry felt his hand shaking the beer bottle again and he had to hold it tightly to stop the shaking.
　　 This night in Harry's memory was longer than any night in his memory. Sirius suggested that since they were not sure that they should all go to bed, but the Weasley children gave the answer with a look of disgust.
They sit quietly around the table watching the candles gradually melt and become shorter and shorter occasionally they put the bottle on their lips and sometimes they don’t say anything except ask the time, they just want to know what’s going on and comfort each other. If there is important news, they will know immediately because Mrs. Weasley should have arrived at St Mungo long ago.
　　 Fred dozed off, his head tilted lazily on his shoulders. Ginny curled up on her chair like a cat, her eyes opened and there was fire in her eyes. Ron was holding his head in his hands without speaking whether he was awake or asleep.
　　 Harry, Fanlin, and Sirius looked at each other, and the victim waited immersed in family grief.
　　 wait.
　　 This is undoubtedly a long process. For Fanlin, this time is more like for them to digest
　　 can serve as Harry's consciousness carrier, without a doubt, only Voldemort's Horcrux, or Voldemort's body.
　　 With the connection between Harry and Voldemort, if Voldemort splits the soul again, Harry will definitely be able to feel it, and Nagini has been dealt with by Fanlin the last time, so there may only be Voldemort’s perspective.
　　 Then, Voldemort comes to the Ministry of Magic
　　 Then, Voldemort got what he wanted, so he started working on Harry
　　 With different moods, a few people sitting there in silence, surviving under Voldemort, this possibility
　　 As Harry said, Voldemort didn’t do it, so
　　 When Ron's watch pointed to 10:05 in the morning, the kitchen door opened and Mrs. Weasley walked into the kitchen.
　　 Mrs. Weasley's face was extremely pale, and they all turned to watch her Fred, Ron, Fanlin, and Harry all rose from their chairs, and Mrs. Weasley smiled pale.
　　 "He will be fine" She said her voice was tired and weak. "He is sleeping. We will see him together later. Bill is with him. He took leave in the morning."
　　 Fred sat back in his chair and put his hands in his face. George and Ginny stood up and walked quickly to their mother and hugged her tightly. Ron smiled feebly and drank the butterbeer from the bottle.
　　 "Breakfast" Sirius jumped up and said loudly and happily. "Where is that cursed house elf Kreacher Kreacher"
　　 But Kreacher did not respond. It was for these filthy people. Kreacher’s thoughts did not exist.
　　 "Oh, forget it," Sirius whispered to count the number of people in front of him. "For 7 people breakfast bacon and eggs I think there will be tea and toast."
　　 Harry hurried to the kitchen to help. He was happy but also afraid that Mrs. Weasley would ask him to describe his dream. But he didn't have time to pick up the dishes from the tablecloth. Mrs. Weasley snatched the dishes from him and embraced him warmly.
　　 "I don't know what Harry might have had if it weren't for you." Her voice was a little hoarse. "They wouldn’t have gone to Arthur so soon. If it’s too late, thank you. He is still alive. Dumbledore will figure out a good way to hide Arthur’s presence. You don’t know if he’s there. How troublesome it would be to look at poor Sirius."
Harry could hardly bear her gratitude, but luckily she soon let go of him and turned to Sirius and thanked him for taking care of her children all night~EbookFREE.me~ Sirius said he was happy to help and hoped They all stayed here while Mr. Weasley was hospitalized.
　　 "Oh, Sirius, I'm so grateful. They think he should be there for a while, it would be great if the time is shorter. Of course that might mean we are here for Christmas."
　　 "The more people, the more lively" Sirius said sincerely. Mrs. Weasley looked at him and smiled. She put on her apron and helped prepare breakfast.
　　 "Sirius" Harry whispered that he couldn't bear it anymore. "May I have a word with you, uh, now, and also, Fanlin"
　　 "Okay" Fanlin nodded and put Mrs. Weasley's things on the table.
　　 Hariyi went into the dark tea room first, while Sirius and Fanlin followed behind him.
　　 Harry opened the door and told them every detail of his dream including the fact that he had become an instigator to attack Mr. Weasley.
　　 When he stopped to catch his breath, Sirius said, "Did you tell Dumbledore?"
　　"Yes" Harry said impatiently, "but he doesn't tell me what it means. Well, he doesn't tell me anything."
　　 "If there is anything worth worrying about, I think he will tell you" Fanlin said calmly, "Maybe it's just your illusion, Harry, you are too nervous."
"Not only that" Harry said, his voice slightly raised, "I think I'm going crazy, just before I met the door key in Dumbledore's office, at that moment, I felt like a snake, and I thought When I watch Dumbledore’s wound hurt, do you know that I want to attack him"