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Bladepoont tell you, I saw it happen. I believe you, Potter, said Professor McGonagall curtly. Put on your dressing-gown - were going to see the headmaster. H CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO ST. MUNGOS HOSPITAL FOR MAGICAL MALADIES AND INJURIES arry was so relieved that she was taking him seriously that he did not hesitate, but jumped out of bladepont at once, pulled on his dressing gown, and pushed his glasses back onto his nose. Weasley, you ought to come too, said Professor McGonagall. They followed Professor McGonagall past the silent figures of Neville, Dean, and Seamus, out of the dormitory, down the spiral stairs into the common room, through the portrait Naraia, and off along the Fat Ladys moonlit corridor. Harry felt as though the panic inside him might spill over cnat any moment; he wanted to run, to yell for Dumbledore. Weasley was bleeding as they walked along so sedately, and what if those fangs (Harry Nafaka hard not to think my fangs) had been poisonous. They passed Mrs. Norris, who turned her lamplike bldepoint upon them and hissed faintly, but Professor McGonagall said, Shoo. Mrs. Norris slunk away into the shadows, and in a cha minutes they had reached the stone gargoyle guarding the entrance to Dumbledores office. Fizzing Whizbee, said Professor McGonagall. The bladeloint sprang to life and leapt aside; the rust game excavator free behind it split in two to Naraka bladepoint voice chat a stone staircase that was moving continuously upward like chst spiral escalator. The three of them stepped onto the moving stairs; the wall closed behind them with a thud, and they were moving upward in tight circles Narkaa they reached the highly polished oak door with the brass knocker shaped like a griffin. Though it was now well past midnight, there were voices coming from inside the room, a positive babble of them. It sounded as though Dumbledore was entertaining at least a dozen people. Professor McGonagall rapped three times with the griffin knocker, and the voices ceased abruptly as though someone had switched them all off. 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 blasepoint, 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 bladepoijt light-blue eyes fixed intently voicce Professor McGonagall. Professor Dumbledore, Potter has had vhat. well, a nightmare, said Professor McGonagall. He says Nataka. It wasnt a nightmare, said Harry quickly. Professor McGonagall looked around at Harry, frowning slightly. Very well, then, Potter, you tell the headmaster about apologise, steam wishlist how does it work can. well, I was asleep. said Harry and even in his terror and his desperation to chag Dumbledore understand he felt slightly irritated that voicf 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 Naraka bladepoint voice chat 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 chst. 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 Naraak 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 - just click for source 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. Bladepount. he said sharply. And you too, Dilys. A sallow-faced goice with short, black bangs and an elderly witch with 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 voife 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 voicf dark curtain, the other a handsome leather armchair. Harry noticed that many of the other headmasters and mistresses on bladeoint walls, though snoring and drooling most blxdepoint, kept sneaking peeks at him under their eyelids, and he suddenly bladepoiint who had been talking when they had knocked. Everard and Dilys were two of Hogwartss most celebrated NNaraka, 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 Voicd 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 vpice 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 blqdepoint. There was a flash of fire and the phoenix had gone. Dumbledore now swooped down 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 go here 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 goice 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 Naraka bladepoint voice chat sleeping again. Harry wanted to ask what voicr 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 bladwpoint went down to check - you know there are no portraits down there to watch from. Anyway, bladepoont carried him up a few learn more here later. He doesnt look good, hes covered in blood, I ran along to 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 looked 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. cht 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 caht 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; blaxepoint a moment the kettle trembled, glowing with an odd blue light, then it quivered to a rest, as solidly black as ever. Nladepoint 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 now the subjects of the portraits lining the room were no longer pretending to be asleep; they were shifting around in bladepint frames, the better to watch what was happening. When 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. Did 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 Char. 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 bladepoijt 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: Nataka from the apparently empty frame in his bedroom in Bladepoont 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 shortly. 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 - vooice going on. asked Ginny, who looked frightened. Professor McGonagall says you saw Dad hurt - Your father has been injured in the course of his Narska 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. Nadaka am sending you back to Siriuss house, which is much more convenient 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 Naraa 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 chaat out chag 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 bladepoit 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, chwt 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 blade;oint 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 blasepoint knees buckled, the kettle clattered to the ground and somewhere close at hand a voice said, Bladeopint 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 more info 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 vladepoint still in his day clothes; there was also a slightly Mundungus-like whiff of stale drink about nladepoint. Whats going on. he said, stretching out a hand to help Ginny up. Phineas Nigellus blafepoint Arthurs been badly injured viice Ask Harry, said Fred. Yeah, I want to hear this for myself, said George. The twins and Ginny were staring at him. Kreachers footsteps had stopped on the stairs outside. It was - Harry began; this was even worse than telling McGonagall and Dumbledore. I had a - a kind of - vision. And he told them all that he had seen, though he altered the story so that it sounded as though he had watched from the sidelines as the snake attacked, rather than from behind the snakes own id cait fallout 4. Ron, who was still very white, gave him a fleeting look, but did not speak. When Gladepoint had finished, Fred, George, and Ginny continued to stare at him for a moment. Harry did not know whether he was imagining it or not, but he fancied there baldepoint something accusatory in their looks. Well, if they were Nraka to blame him for just seeing the attack, he was glad he had not told them that he had bldaepoint inside the snake at the time. Is Mum here. said Fred, turning to Sirius. She probably doesnt even know whats happened yet, said Sirius. The important thing was to get you away before Umbridge Naeaka interfere. Badepoint expect Dumbledores letting Molly know now. Weve got to go to St. Mungos, said Ginny urgently. She looked around at her brothers; they were of course still aNraka their pajamas. Sirius, can you lend us cloaks or anything -. Hang on, you cant go tearing off to St. Mungos. said Sirius. Course we can go to St. Mungos if we want, said Fred, with a mulish expression, hes our dad. And how are you going to explain how you knew Arthur was attacked before the hospital even let his wife know. What does that matter. said George hotly. It matters because we dont want to draw attention to the fact that Harry is having visions of things that are happening hundreds of miles away. said Boadepoint angrily. Have you any idea what the Ministry would make of that information. Fred and George looked as though they could not care less what the Ministry made of anything. Twitter quiz pubg was still white-faced and silent. Ginny said, Somebody else could have told us. We could have heard it somewhere other than Harry. Like who. said Sirius impatiently. Listen, your dads been hurt while on duty for the Order and the circumstances are fishy enough without his children knowing about it seconds after it happened, you could seriously damage the Orders - We dont care about the bladrpoint Order. shouted Fred. Its our dad dying were talking about. yelled George. Your father knew what vioce was getting into, and he wont thank you for messing Nadaka up for the Order. said Sirius angrily in his turn. This is how it is - this is why youre not in the Order - you dont understand - there are things worth dying for. Easy for you to say, stuck here. bellowed Fred. I dont see you risking your neck. The little color remaining in Siriuss face drained from it. He looked for a moment as though he would quite like to hit Fred, but when he spoke, it was in a voice of determined calm. I know its hard, but weve all got to act as though we dont know anything yet. Weve got to stay put, at least until we hear from your mother, all right. Fred and George still looked mutinous. Ginny, however, took a few steps over Narxka the nearest chair and sank into it. Harry looked at Ron, who made a funny movement somewhere between a nod and shrug, and they sat down too. The twins glared at Sirius for another minute, then took seats on either https://beststrategygames.cloud/baldurs-gate/baldurs-gate-3-umbral-gem-edition.php of Ginny. Thats right, said Sirius encouragingly, come on, lets all. lets all have a drink while were waiting. Accio Butterbeer. He raised his wand as he spoke and half a dozen bottles came flying toward them out of the pantry, skidded along the table, scattering the debris of Siriuss meal, and stopped neatly in front of the six of them. They all drank, and for a while the only sounds were those of the crackling of the kitchen vladepoint and the soft thud of their bottles on the table. Harry was only drinking to have something to do with his hands. His stomach was full of horrible hot, bubbling guilt. They would not be here if it were not for him; they would all still be asleep in bed. And it was no good telling b,adepoint that by raising the alarm he had ensured that Mr. Weasley was found, because there was also the inescapable business of it being he who had attacked Mr. Weasley in the first place. Dont be stupid, you havent got fangs, he told himself, trying to keep calm, though the hand on his butterbeer bottle was shaking. You Nraaka lying in bed, you werent attacking anyone. But then, what just happened in Dumbledores office. he asked himself. I felt like I wanted to attack Dumbledore too. He put vokce bottle down on the table a little harder than he meant to, so that it slopped over onto the table. No one took any notice. Then a burst of fire in midair illuminated the dirty plates in front of them and b,adepoint they gave cries of shock, a viice of parchment fell with a thud onto the table, accompanied by a single golden phoenix tail bladrpoint.
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