Chapter 315 Father and Son
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Nan Shan Dou Xi
Dumbledore started asking as soon as he saw Harry. After learning that Harry saw Arthur Weasley being attacked, he quickly arranged for the painting in the principal's office to be viewed.
The portrait in the headmaster's office is also framed at the Ministry of Magic.
At the same time, Dumbledore was not idle. He moved a delicate silver instrument to the desk and sat down facing Harry again.
He tapped the silver instrument lightly with his wand, and the instrument immediately began to operate.
There is a rhythmic jingle sound, and the small silver tube at the top emits wisps of pale green smoke.
Under Dumbledore's frowning and focused attention, the light smoke gathered and twisted in the air, and after a few seconds, the light smoke turned into a steady smoke.
As the smoke became thicker and hovered in the air, the top became a snake head.
The snake's mouth was open.
"Naturally, naturally," said Dumbledore to himself, "but essentially separate?"
Harry couldn't make sense of Dumbledore's words, and the smoke snake in the air split into two.
Dumbledore paused before ending the apparatus with a grim and satisfied expression.
Looking up in disbelief, the two smoke snakes turned into three.
He stared at the three snakes until the portraits sent to the Ministry of Magic returned, and then he tapped the silver instrument to finish.
"Dumbledore." Evra, who had been the headmaster of Hogwarts, came back panting.
"What news?" Dumbledore asked immediately.
"I kept yelling until someone came running," said the wizard in the portrait, wiping the sweat from his brow with a curtain. "I told them there was movement below, and they were dubious. Then his son carried him up, covered in blood."
"His son?" Harry wondered.
Dumbledore said, "It's Percy, and he's at the Ministry."
"Yes, his son saved him, same red hair, he is now being sent to St. Mungo's, his son came just in time, a second late, and he would have died."
Ron's heart was finally relieved, and Dumbledore looked at the portrait and said, "Thank you."
He turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, I need you to wake up the other Weasley children."
"Of course." Professor McGonagall stood up and walked quickly to the door.
Harry glanced at Ron, who looked scared and worried now.
Harry whispered, "Percy saved your father."
"Yeah," said Ron confused, "I always hated him working at the Ministry."
...
Ministry of Magic.
Percy is a workaholic.
The Ministry of Magic is waiting to be rebuilt, and as the newly appointed director, he has many accumulated cases.
He passed by his father's office, thinking of what John said, he knocked on the door to go in.
But he waited for a long time for his father to open the door. As a child of the Weasley family, Percy knew what kind of person his father was.
His father was dying when he found Mr. Weasley.
A big emerald snake opened its mouth wide, and Percy didn't care too much, so he drew out his wand and started directly.
"Stupefy! (Stupefy)"
The spell interrupted the big snake and continued to attack. Percy saw his bloody father and shot angrily.
But that snake is very special, it can bounce the spell.
Percy realized that things were not easy, and kept releasing the spell to push the snake away from his father.
Perhaps knowing that there was no chance now, the emerald green snake took a deep look at Percy, then disappeared into the darkness.
"Dad!" Percy rushed forward to check Mr. Weasley's injuries.
When he sent the person to the hospital, he noticed that his hands were shaking non-stop.
"Family," he sat outside, messing his hair with his hands, "is that why you don't want me involved?"
For the first time, Percy realized the emotions that overwhelmed reason directly when family members had an accident in front of them.
This, he knew, was why John didn't want to involve himself.
I am in the Stars Club, but my family is in the Phoenix Order.
Weasley and Weasley.
If something happens, no matter which side is suffering.
Because Percy sent people to the hospital in time, Mr. Weasley was not only injured, but also out of danger.
He sat beside the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling and the floor with Mr. Weasley, and they were speechless.
"Thank you," Mr. Weasley broke the silence, "I thought, uh... you'd go right back."
Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed. He had had a fight with Percy a few months ago.
Because of the Order of the Phoenix.
In Mr. Weasley's view, Percy's obsession with the Society of Stars is immature, and he hopes that his son can contribute to the Order of the Phoenix.
But now, Percy saved himself.
In a pool of blood, he saw how his son fought off the snake.
As a father, Mr. Weasley realized that his son was already very strong, and he was no longer the child under his own protection.
"I wanted to talk to you," Percy said, patting the dried blood on his clothes with his fingernails. "Did Dumbledore send you there?"
"Go there..." Percy looked at his father, "Department of Mysteries."
"Sorry, Percy," sighed Mr. Weasley, "I can't tell you why."
"You almost died." Percy said angrily, "Why did you appear in the Department of Mysteries? It's not your business!"
"If Dumbledore wants to get what's inside, let him get it himself!" Percy yelled, "Instead of letting you go there!"
"Percy!" Mr. Weasley snapped. "Enough, Percy, stop talking about Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore," Percy gritted his teeth and stood up, "he's so high up that he never pays attention to other people."
"Percy?"
There was a surprised voice outside, it was Molly Weasley.
She walked in and hugged her son, tearfully said: "You saved your father, Percy, you are my pride."
The father and son who had been arguing just now had a tacit understanding and did not speak again. They comforted their mother a few words, and Percy saw his younger siblings and Harry following behind him.
He lingered on Harry for a second, then gently pushed his mother away, and said, "I still have to deal with the Ministry of Magic, so I'm leaving mom first."
"I'll send you a Christmas present."
Molly wept with joy, she wiped away her tears and nodded.
Percy walked past his siblings without stopping.
Ron whispered: "He had a fight with Dad just now, I can see that."
Harry nodded. Fred and George were also very curious about Mr. Weasley's gauze after seeing that Mr. Weasley's life was not in danger.
...
"Department of Mysteries?"
John looked at the message Percy sent himself, and it seemed that Dumbledore's purpose was something in the Department of Mysteries.
"What a coincidence." John put the Horcrux gold cup back into the cover.
Dumbledore's purpose was the same as his own, and John's eyes flashed.
After asking about Mr. Weasley's injuries, he was attacked by a snake.
This made John feel a sense of astonishment.
"Snake?" John thought of Nagini, but quickly dismissed the thought.
He frowned, where did the second snake come from?
The snake has wisdom, and when it knows that things cannot be done, it will flee into the darkness and escape.
This kind of wisdom is not possessed by ordinary snakes. The appearance of that snake is to compete with the Order of the Phoenix.
"Do you intend to enter the Department of Mysteries? This should be the reason why the Order of the Phoenix sent people to stay in the Department of Mysteries."
John figured out the intentions of both parties.
Voldemort wanted something in the Department of Mysteries, and the Order of the Phoenix wanted to protect it from Voldemort.
It must be very important for Voldemort to spend a lot of time planning.
"Their fight will do me good."
Sitting on the sofa, John fingered the ring, staring at the Horcrux gold cup.
"The Horcrux reacted, and there was also the sense of peeping last time."
John stared at the gold cup, could it be that Voldemort was in contact with the Horcrux?
Shouldn't he have discovered it, or was it because he tried to strip the soul in the golden cup last time, which gave him a sense of crisis?
Either way, the Jinbei needs a tighter defense.
"Clap."
The hour hand points to 12, Christmas is here.
John was in Silver Hand Manor, he got up and walked to the balcony of the manor.
A smile appeared on the face of the patrolling security outside, and they said Merry Christmas to the security team.
Looking at the peaceful atmosphere outside, he said softly, "Merry Christmas."
Looking up at the sky, in the sky, more than a dozen hippogriffs flew to Knockturn Alley with a bunch of gifts.
Amidst fireworks and cheerful singing, this Christmas is full of excitement.
...
The portrait in the headmaster's office is also framed at the Ministry of Magic.
At the same time, Dumbledore was not idle. He moved a delicate silver instrument to the desk and sat down facing Harry again.
He tapped the silver instrument lightly with his wand, and the instrument immediately began to operate.
There is a rhythmic jingle sound, and the small silver tube at the top emits wisps of pale green smoke.
Under Dumbledore's frowning and focused attention, the light smoke gathered and twisted in the air, and after a few seconds, the light smoke turned into a steady smoke.
As the smoke became thicker and hovered in the air, the top became a snake head.
The snake's mouth was open.
"Naturally, naturally," said Dumbledore to himself, "but essentially separate?"
Harry couldn't make sense of Dumbledore's words, and the smoke snake in the air split into two.
Dumbledore paused before ending the apparatus with a grim and satisfied expression.
Looking up in disbelief, the two smoke snakes turned into three.
He stared at the three snakes until the portraits sent to the Ministry of Magic returned, and then he tapped the silver instrument to finish.
"Dumbledore." Evra, who had been the headmaster of Hogwarts, came back panting.
"What news?" Dumbledore asked immediately.
"I kept yelling until someone came running," said the wizard in the portrait, wiping the sweat from his brow with a curtain. "I told them there was movement below, and they were dubious. Then his son carried him up, covered in blood."
"His son?" Harry wondered.
Dumbledore said, "It's Percy, and he's at the Ministry."
"Yes, his son saved him, same red hair, he is now being sent to St. Mungo's, his son came just in time, a second late, and he would have died."
Ron's heart was finally relieved, and Dumbledore looked at the portrait and said, "Thank you."
He turned to Professor McGonagall, "Minerva, I need you to wake up the other Weasley children."
"Of course." Professor McGonagall stood up and walked quickly to the door.
Harry glanced at Ron, who looked scared and worried now.
Harry whispered, "Percy saved your father."
"Yeah," said Ron confused, "I always hated him working at the Ministry."
...
Ministry of Magic.
Percy is a workaholic.
The Ministry of Magic is waiting to be rebuilt, and as the newly appointed director, he has many accumulated cases.
He passed by his father's office, thinking of what John said, he knocked on the door to go in.
But he waited for a long time for his father to open the door. As a child of the Weasley family, Percy knew what kind of person his father was.
His father was dying when he found Mr. Weasley.
A big emerald snake opened its mouth wide, and Percy didn't care too much, so he drew out his wand and started directly.
"Stupefy! (Stupefy)"
The spell interrupted the big snake and continued to attack. Percy saw his bloody father and shot angrily.
But that snake is very special, it can bounce the spell.
Percy realized that things were not easy, and kept releasing the spell to push the snake away from his father.
Perhaps knowing that there was no chance now, the emerald green snake took a deep look at Percy, then disappeared into the darkness.
"Dad!" Percy rushed forward to check Mr. Weasley's injuries.
When he sent the person to the hospital, he noticed that his hands were shaking non-stop.
"Family," he sat outside, messing his hair with his hands, "is that why you don't want me involved?"
For the first time, Percy realized the emotions that overwhelmed reason directly when family members had an accident in front of them.
This, he knew, was why John didn't want to involve himself.
I am in the Stars Club, but my family is in the Phoenix Order.
Weasley and Weasley.
If something happens, no matter which side is suffering.
Because Percy sent people to the hospital in time, Mr. Weasley was not only injured, but also out of danger.
He sat beside the hospital bed, looking at the ceiling and the floor with Mr. Weasley, and they were speechless.
"Thank you," Mr. Weasley broke the silence, "I thought, uh... you'd go right back."
Mr. Weasley was a little embarrassed. He had had a fight with Percy a few months ago.
Because of the Order of the Phoenix.
In Mr. Weasley's view, Percy's obsession with the Society of Stars is immature, and he hopes that his son can contribute to the Order of the Phoenix.
But now, Percy saved himself.
In a pool of blood, he saw how his son fought off the snake.
As a father, Mr. Weasley realized that his son was already very strong, and he was no longer the child under his own protection.
"I wanted to talk to you," Percy said, patting the dried blood on his clothes with his fingernails. "Did Dumbledore send you there?"
"Go there..." Percy looked at his father, "Department of Mysteries."
"Sorry, Percy," sighed Mr. Weasley, "I can't tell you why."
"You almost died." Percy said angrily, "Why did you appear in the Department of Mysteries? It's not your business!"
"If Dumbledore wants to get what's inside, let him get it himself!" Percy yelled, "Instead of letting you go there!"
"Percy!" Mr. Weasley snapped. "Enough, Percy, stop talking about Dumbledore."
"Dumbledore," Percy gritted his teeth and stood up, "he's so high up that he never pays attention to other people."
"Percy?"
There was a surprised voice outside, it was Molly Weasley.
She walked in and hugged her son, tearfully said: "You saved your father, Percy, you are my pride."
The father and son who had been arguing just now had a tacit understanding and did not speak again. They comforted their mother a few words, and Percy saw his younger siblings and Harry following behind him.
He lingered on Harry for a second, then gently pushed his mother away, and said, "I still have to deal with the Ministry of Magic, so I'm leaving mom first."
"I'll send you a Christmas present."
Molly wept with joy, she wiped away her tears and nodded.
Percy walked past his siblings without stopping.
Ron whispered: "He had a fight with Dad just now, I can see that."
Harry nodded. Fred and George were also very curious about Mr. Weasley's gauze after seeing that Mr. Weasley's life was not in danger.
...
"Department of Mysteries?"
John looked at the message Percy sent himself, and it seemed that Dumbledore's purpose was something in the Department of Mysteries.
"What a coincidence." John put the Horcrux gold cup back into the cover.
Dumbledore's purpose was the same as his own, and John's eyes flashed.
After asking about Mr. Weasley's injuries, he was attacked by a snake.
This made John feel a sense of astonishment.
"Snake?" John thought of Nagini, but quickly dismissed the thought.
He frowned, where did the second snake come from?
The snake has wisdom, and when it knows that things cannot be done, it will flee into the darkness and escape.
This kind of wisdom is not possessed by ordinary snakes. The appearance of that snake is to compete with the Order of the Phoenix.
"Do you intend to enter the Department of Mysteries? This should be the reason why the Order of the Phoenix sent people to stay in the Department of Mysteries."
John figured out the intentions of both parties.
Voldemort wanted something in the Department of Mysteries, and the Order of the Phoenix wanted to protect it from Voldemort.
It must be very important for Voldemort to spend a lot of time planning.
"Their fight will do me good."
Sitting on the sofa, John fingered the ring, staring at the Horcrux gold cup.
"The Horcrux reacted, and there was also the sense of peeping last time."
John stared at the gold cup, could it be that Voldemort was in contact with the Horcrux?
Shouldn't he have discovered it, or was it because he tried to strip the soul in the golden cup last time, which gave him a sense of crisis?
Either way, the Jinbei needs a tighter defense.
"Clap."
The hour hand points to 12, Christmas is here.
John was in Silver Hand Manor, he got up and walked to the balcony of the manor.
A smile appeared on the face of the patrolling security outside, and they said Merry Christmas to the security team.
Looking at the peaceful atmosphere outside, he said softly, "Merry Christmas."
Looking up at the sky, in the sky, more than a dozen hippogriffs flew to Knockturn Alley with a bunch of gifts.
Amidst fireworks and cheerful singing, this Christmas is full of excitement.
...
