Chapter 907 (1/2)

Walk out of the dorm, follow the spiral staircase into the common room, walk through the portrait, and leave along the moonlit corridor of the fat lady. Harry felt as if his fear might explode at any moment.

He wanted to run to tell Dumbledore that Mr. Weasley was bleeding when they walked so calmly that if something happened to Mr. Weasley Blood splashed all over the mask

As they passed Mrs. loris, his round eyes looked up and down at them and hissed weakly.

Professor McGonagall said, ”Shh!” Mrs. Loris darted into the shadows and escaped, and a few minutes later they arrived at Dumbledore's office, guarded by stone monsters.

“Fizzinghizzbee！” Professor McGonagall said.

The monster came to life and jumped to one side of the wall. A crack opened on both sides, and a spiral stone ladder moved upward appeared. As the four of them stepped up the mobile stairs, the wall slammed behind them.

They moved up the narrow passage and finally came to the magnificent oak door decorated with brass animal heads. Although it was past midnight, there was still a chatter in the room, sounding as if Dumbledore had at least a dozen guests.

Professor McGonagall held the door ring and tapped three times, and the sound suddenly quieted down.

The door opened automatically, and Professor McGonagall walked in first, and van Lin followed, helping Harry in.

The room was half light and half dark, and all kinds of strange silver instruments were quietly on the table, rather than whizzing about like usual. The portraits of the old headmaster and the headmistress were all taking a nap in the picture frames on the wall. By the door, a huge bird with magnificent red and yellow plumage rested on its perch under its wings and dozed off.

It looks the same as before. Van Lin is coming to the office for the second time this semester. It seems that Umbridge's business is not taken seriously

”Oh, it's you, Professor McGonagall and...” Dumbledore was sitting in a high back chair behind his desk; he leaned over in the flickering candlelight, and a document lay before him.

He was wearing a white Pajama and a purple gold jacket with embroidery on it, but he looked very sober. His pale blue eyes were on Professor McGonagall.

”Professor Dumbledore had a nightmare,” Professor McGonagall said. ”He told me.”

”It's not a dream,” Harry said quickly.

Professor McGonagall frowned at Harry.

”Very well, then Harry, please tell the headmaster about it.”

”I fell asleep,” said Harry, trying to make Dumbledore understand his horror and despair. He felt a little irritated. The principal did not look at him, but looked at his fingers. ”But it's not an ordinary dream. It's real. I saw it happen. ” Harry took a deep breath. ”Ron's Dad Mr. Weasley It was attacked with a wand. ”

After he said that, these words still seemed to reverberate in the air, which sounded a bit ridiculous, like a comedy. Dumbledore pauses, leans back and stares at the ceiling. Van Lim frowned slightly, but his expression was more serious and seemed to be thinking, while Ron's eyes wandered on Harry and Dumbledore, pale and trembling.

”How do you see that?” Dumbledore asked calmly, without looking at Harry.

”I don't know,” Harry said. He was very angry. What does it matter?

”In my mind, I think...” Dumbledore's tone is still very calm, ”you misunderstand me”

Dumbledore said. ”I mean do you remember Er Where are you standing when you see the attacker? You may be standing next to the victim, or look down from the top of the scene? ”

The question was so odd that Harry glared at Dumbledore as if he knew.