A magical journey that begins at Hogwarts

"Dumbledore, hurry, go find him."

"I'll go get someone," Neville said in a panic, and quickly ran out of the dormitory.

Dean and Seamus were also awakened, but they whispered among themselves, not taking Harry's dream seriously, and even thinking it was making a mountain out of a molehill.

After an unknown amount of time, hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and Neville led Professor McGonagall in.

“I wanted to go find Dumbledore, but I didn’t know the password to the Headmaster’s office,” Neville said with some self-reproach.

“Thank you, Neville,” Harry said gratefully, his voice sounding weak.

“Potter, what’s wrong?” Professor McGonagall asked. “Are you feeling unwell?”

“It’s Ron’s father.” Harry forced himself to sit up. “I saw him bitten by a snake, and it was very bad.”

"You saw it?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

“I dreamt about it, but it felt so real, like I was the snake,” Harry said anxiously. “We have to find him. He’s badly injured, and if we’re too late, it might be too late.”

Professor, I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy. You must believe me.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with suspicion and remained silent for a few seconds before seemingly making up her mind. "I believe you, Potter. Put on your dressing gown, and let's go see the headmaster."

Hearing this, Harry breathed a heavy sigh of relief.

He desperately needs the trust of the Order of the Phoenix members right now, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do, especially since Dumbledore seems to be intentionally or unintentionally avoiding him this semester.

"Weasley, you come too."

Ron helped the weak Harry and followed Professor McGonagall to the entrance of the Headmaster's office.

"Sizzle honey candy."

Professor McGonagall gave the command, and the stone beast jumped aside, revealing the ever-rising stone steps.

The three of them climbed the stairs and came to an oak door.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door three times, and after a while, the door opened automatically.

Dumbledore was looking through documents at his desk when he saw Professor McGonagall. He wasn't surprised, but when he saw the two people behind her, especially Harry's overwhelmed appearance, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

“Dumbledore, Potter just had a nightmare.”

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” Harry said immediately, then looked at Dumbledore very seriously. “I really saw it while I was sleeping, and it really happened.”

Ron's father was bitten by a snake, a big snake, and it bit him until he was covered in blood.

This has happened before; I've dreamt of insect tails before, so this time it must be real too.

"How did you see that?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know, it just happened in my dream..."

No, that's not what I'm asking you.

I mean, in your dream, are you standing next to the victim, or looking down from above?

“Neither.” Harry shook his head, somewhat bewildered. “I saw it from the snake’s perspective, as if I were the snake.”

Dumbledore's expression turned slightly serious as he asked again, "Is he seriously injured?"

"Very serious."

Dumbledore immediately turned to look at an old portrait on the wall, depicting a blond wizard.

“Evra, Arthur is on duty tonight. Make sure the right person finds him.”

"Dalise".

A witch who was dozing in a picture frame suddenly opened her eyes.

"You should go and help too."

The two wizards nodded and stepped out of the picture frame from the side.

"They are two very famous headmasters of Hogwarts, and their portraits are also displayed in other important wizarding institutions."

"They can move freely between their own portraits, so they can tell us what's happening elsewhere," Dumbledore explained patiently.

He looked at Harry and Ron, whose faces had turned pale, and conjured two chairs. "You two sit down for a while. They might not be back for a few minutes."

"Minerva, I need you to wake up the other Weasley kids."

“I’ll go right away,” Professor McGonagall said. “What about Molly?”

"Fox will notify her after she finishes her watch; she probably already knows."

You know, they have a peculiar wall clock that doesn't show the time, but only a person's whereabouts and status.

Chapter 472 The shocking letter, Gryffindor's prophetic genius

Harry and Ron sat absentmindedly in their chairs; the former was in poor spirits, while the latter was in even worse spirits.

Ron initially thought Harry had just had a nightmare, though the content wasn't very auspicious, but he didn't take it seriously.

But judging from Dumbledore's current behavior, this nightmare is very likely to be real. His father is seriously injured and even in danger of death. How can he not be worried about him?

“Dumbledore.” Evra appeared in the frame, looking a little out of breath.

"how's it going?"

"We found him. He looked bad; he was covered in blood."

"But we arrived just in time, so he'll pull through. Also, the Black Demon didn't get his hands on that thing."

Where is Delis?

“He’s back.” The silver-haired witch sat in the leather chair in the picture frame. “They took him to St. Mungo’s Hospital for treatment. He looks very bad. I estimate he’ll be bedridden for at least half a month.”

"Thank God." Dumbledore breathed a slight sigh of relief, and Harry and Ron's tense nerves also relaxed a bit.

Mr. Weasley was indeed attacked, but he was not in mortal danger, nor did he lose any limbs. He recovered in a little over two weeks, which was a stroke of good luck amidst misfortune.

"Phineas."

Dumbledore walked up to a portrait of a wizard with a goatee, dressed in Slytherin attire.

He seemed to be sleeping soundly, and Dumbledore had to call him several times before he reluctantly opened his eyes.

“I need you to go back to that portrait of yours.”

“No, Dumbledore, I’m too tired,” Phineas said with difficulty.

Upon hearing this, the other portraits of past Hogwarts headmasters and headmistresses appeared particularly angry, and they all began to berate them for their incompetence.

"Disobedience and dereliction of duty."

"We have an obligation to serve the current headmaster of Hogwarts."

“Shameless, Phineas.”

Do I need to persuade him?

“Fine! I’ll go, I’ll go, okay?” Phineas said helplessly. “But he may have already destroyed my portrait.”

“No, Sirius won’t destroy your portrait,” Dumbledore said with great certainty. “I need you to tell him that Arthur is very badly injured, and that his wife, children, and Harry Potter will be at his house soon.”

"Okay, okay," Phineas said lazily, then disappeared from the picture frame.

At that moment, the door to the principal's office opened again, and Professor McGonagall led George, Fred, and Ginny in. The group was still in their pajamas, their hair was disheveled, and their expressions were filled with worry and fear.

"What exactly happened?" Fred asked, looking at the two of them. "Is it true that Professor McGonagall said Dad was injured?"

“It’s true, he was just taken to St. Mungo’s Hospital, but his life isn’t in danger.” Ron said in a low voice, “I was sleeping soundly tonight when an alarm clock rang next to my ear, and then…”

At this point, Ron suddenly paused and pulled an anonymous letter from his pocket.

“What is this?” Professor McGonagall asked.

"The alarm that woke me up was probably some student's prank!" Ron said with a wry smile. "But I'm actually quite grateful to that student, otherwise I wouldn't have known Harry was having a nightmare, which would have wasted some time."

He opened the envelope, initially unconcerned, but the next moment he was horrified and involuntarily stood up. "Watfuck!"

Harry leaned closer for a look, then froze in astonishment. "This, this, this is fake, isn't it?"

Professor McGonagall took the envelope from him and read aloud the two sentences on it: "Weasley's life is in danger."

Also, this is not a prank. If you don't believe me... you'll have to bear the consequences.

After he finished speaking, everyone looked at each other in disbelief.

“Ron, think carefully about who gave you this letter,” Professor McGonagall asked seriously.

“I…I really don’t know,” Ron stammered. “I didn’t see it before I went to sleep, and all the windows in our dorm are closed, so the owl can’t fly in.”

“But how do we explain this letter?” Ginny asked, puzzled. “It can’t be that someone slipped it into your bed in the middle of the night, can it? Even if someone could do that, isn’t the content on it a bit… outrageous?”

"Let me see it," Dumbledore said, and Professor McGonagall immediately placed the letter on Dumbledore's desk.

He tapped the parchment lightly with his wand, but nothing changed.

“Strange, this is just ordinary parchment, and it only has one magic spell on it, which is... a simple alarm clock.”

"Is there a problem with this?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“This means the letter wasn’t prepared in advance,” Professor McGonagall said in a deep voice. “Albus, someone broke into their dormitory while they were sleeping and left this letter there.”

“I think so too,” Dumbledore said. “Judging from the time he set the alarm, it happened within an hour.”

“But who is it?” Ron asked incredulously.

“I don’t know.” Professor McGonagall shook her head regretfully. “I recognize everyone’s handwriting at Hogwarts, but this is the first time I’ve seen the handwriting on this letter. It looks a bit… awkward.”

All I can say is that this person is very cautious, extremely cautious.

Fred seemed to have thought of something. "This person is from our college, but he doesn't want us to know who he is?"

Is that how I understand it, Professor?

Professor McGonagall did not deny it, but a faint look of joy appeared in her eyes. "I never expected that Gryffindor would have such a talent. I, as the Dean, didn't even know."

"A talent?" Harry was taken aback. "Just because of this letter?"

"It's the content above," Professor McGonagall said, unable to hide her excitement. "This requires top-tier prophetic talent to achieve."

"Dumbledore, we must find him; this child is too important."