Chapter 910 (1/2)

”Then let's join in.” Cried Fred.

”Yes, if you can. As a wizard, I'll go and talk to Dumbledore Van Lin said lightly, ”before this, I'll stay here and wait for Mrs. Weasley.”

”But...”

”I know it's difficult, and although we don't know what's going on, we've all started to act. At least we have to stay here until we hear from your mother, OK

”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 at a loss and finally sat down. The twins glared at Sirius and vaseline and sat on either side of Ginny.

”That's right,” Sirius encouraged. ”Let's all come and have a buttery beer while we wait.”

As he spoke, half a dozen bottles flew towards them from the tea room, braked along the table and landed neatly in front of the seven of them. He held up his wand and cleaned up the food scraps on the table. They drank together. After a while, the only sound left in the room was the crackle of the kitchen fire and the ”bang bang” of bottles on the table.

Harry was only drinking, and his stomach was full of hot, turbulent guilt. Without him, they wouldn't be here still sleeping in bed. He told him that it was no use trying to find Mr. Weasley's alarm. In fact, Harry couldn't escape his presence now, as if he had instructed

”Don't be silly. You didn't do it...” Harry secretly told himself to try to be calm and shake his hand with a butter beer bottle.

”you're lying in bed and you're not attacking anyone.” Van Lin whispered, ”it's not your fault!”

But Harry was still a little upset.

”So what happened in Dumbledore's office?” He asked himself. ”I feel like I want to attack Dumbledore.”

He put down the bottle with some difficulty. Beer spilled from the bottle and splashed on the table. No one noticed that.

An explosion of fire lit up the dirty dishes in front of them, and they screamed in horror. A roll of parchment and a golden phoenix tail feather ”bang” on the table.

”Fox!” Sirius said at once that he grabbed the parchment. ”That's not from Dumbledore. It must be a letter from your mother to.”

He put the letter into George's hand, and George tore it open and read aloud, ”Dad is still alive. I'm going to San Mungo now. Stay where you are and I'll let you know as soon as possible. Mom. ”

George, look at the table.

”Still alive.” He said slowly.

”That sounds like that.”

He doesn't need to finish. Mr. Harry white Weasley was wandering between life and death, very weak. Ron gazed at the back of his mother's letter paper as if it would say something to comfort him. Fred grabs the parchment from George's hand, continues to look, and then looks up at Harry.

Harry felt his hand shaking again as he held the beer bottle. He had to hold on to it to stop shaking.

In Harry's memory, the night was longer than any night in his memory. Sirius suggested that since they were not sure they should all go to bed, but the Weasley children's disgust had given the answer.

They sat quietly around the table, watching the candles melt and get shorter and shorter. Occasionally, they put the bottle to their lips and said nothing but asking about the time. They just wanted to know what was going on. If there was important news, they would immediately know, because Mrs. Weasley should have been in St. Mungo a long time ago.

Fred dozed, his head tilted lazily against his shoulder. Ginny was curled up in her chair like a cat, and her eyes were open, and there was fire in them. Ron held his head in his hand and did not speak when he woke up or fell asleep.

Harry, van reen and Sirius look at each other, and the victims wait in their grief.

Wait.