Harry Potter's Bastard

"Dumbledore!" shouted on the wall to the right, and the wizard named Evra had returned to the frame, a little out of breath.

"What's the news?" Dumbledore asked immediately.

"I kept shouting until someone came running," said the wizard, wiping his forehead with a curtain, "that I heard something moving downstairs—they were skeptical, but went down anyway—and you knew there was no portrait to look out there below." Anyway, they carried him up after a few minutes. He didn't look good, he was covered in blood, and I ran to Avrida Kragg's portrait to take a good look—"

"Good," Dumbledore said, Ron twitching, "I think Dalyse will see him go in, and—"

After a while, the witch with the silver curls of hair also returned to the frame, she coughed and sat down in the leather chair and said, "Yes, they sent him to St. Mungo, Dumbledore, they walked under my portrait, he looked bad—very bad." "

"Thank you. Dumbledore said, turning to look at Professor McGonagall.

"Minerva, I need you to wake up the rest of the Weasley family. "

Professor McGonagall stood up and walked briskly to the door. Harry glanced at Ron, who looked scared now.

"Dumbledore—and Molly, do you need me to inform her?" Professor McGonagall said in the doorway.

"Let Fawkes go when she's done sentry," Dumbledore said, "but she probably already knows—the marvelous wall clock of the Weasleys." "

The long-standing wizarding family always has some wonderful alchemy items, and although the Weasleys are now dilapidated, there are still a few things that can be used.

Harry knew that Dumbledore was referring to the wall clock that didn't show the time, only the whereabouts and conditions of the Weasleys. He thought to himself that Mr. Weasley's pointer must still be pointing to "life in danger" at this moment.

Dumbledore fumbled around a cupboard behind Harry and Ron, finding an old blackened teapot and placing it carefully on the table. He raised his wand and said "Mentos," and the teapot fluttered for a moment, emitting a strange blue light, then gradually still, and then blackened again.

Harry and Ron didn't understand what Dumbledore was doing, but Solim did, and Dumbledore had just made a portkey in front of their eyes—an illegal, unregistered portkey with the Ministry of Magic.

Dumbledore walked over to another portrait, a wizard with a goatee and an intelligent appearance. He was dressed in a silver and green Slytherin costume and seemed to be sleeping soundly, not even hearing Dumbledore call him.

"Phineas, Phineas!"

Now the people on the walls are no longer pretending to be asleep, they are walking around in the frames, so that they can see more clearly. While the clever wizard continued to pretend to be asleep, some of them began to boo him.

"Phineas, Phineas, Phineas!"

He couldn't pretend anymore, so he moved exaggeratedly, his eyes wide.

"Did anyone call me?"

"I need you to run through another of your portraits, Phineas," Dumbledore said, "and I've got another message. "

"Take a run through that portrait of mine?" Phineas said sharply, letting out a long yawn as his gaze swept around the room and fell on Solim, "Oh, no, Dumbledore, I'm too tired tonight. I just went back and told my unassuming offspring to get ready, and now you're ready to change your mind?"

"We have an obligation to serve the current Headmaster of Hogwarts!" shouted an old wizard who looked frail in his constitution, it was Dumbledore's predecessor, Armandor. "Don't be ashamed, Phineas!"

"Do you want me to convince him, Dumbledore?" a shrewd-eyed witch raised a wand that was as thick as a birch strip.

"Phineas, things have changed—" Dumbledore said calmly, "I can guarantee that we'll get him back—just in the near future." "

"Alright—well," Phineas stood listlessly in the portrait, "I'll go—"

"Tell him, Arthur. Wesley is seriously injured, and his wife, children, and Harry Potter will soon be at his house. Got it?"

"Arthur. Weasley is injured, and his wife and children are coming, and Harry Potter is coming. Phineas said lazily, "Okay, okay, okay." "

He slipped out of the frame, and the door to the study opened again, and Fred, George, and Ginny were ushered in by Professor McGonagall, all still in their nightgowns, with disheveled hair and looked terrified.

"Harry—what's going on?" asked Ginny, scared, "Professor McGonagall said you saw Daddy hurt—"

"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said before Harry could speak, "and he's been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries." I'm going to send you back to Sirius's quarters, where it's easier to get to the hospital than the Burrow, where you'll see your mother. "

"How are we going to get there?" Fred asked worriedly, "Floo powder?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "Floo is not secure at the moment, the network is being watched. Use ye the key of the door. "

He pointed to the innocent-looking old teapot on the table. "Now it's just a matter of waiting for Phineas. Nigelles is back, and I want to make sure there's no danger to send you again-"

A flash of fire flashed in the center of the room, leaving behind a golden feather that floated lightly to the ground.

"Professor, this-" Harry's eyes looked straight at the feathers that had suddenly appeared, and then at Dumbledore, who didn't understand what that meant.

Dumbledore didn't explain to Harry, but walked over to an instrument in front of the bookcase, turned his back to them and began to manipulate them.

"Obviously, there is nothing in Hogwarts that can worry the Headmaster, after all, Umbridge is not here now. Seeing Harry's distraught, Solim explained, "Fox is alerting about something else. Since the headmaster didn't say it, don't ask. "

Several of the Weasley children, like Harry at first, were startled by the sudden sound. However, they didn't say anything after seeing that it was Solim, the twins were shrewd, and although they also wanted to know why Solim was still in the headmaster's office so late, it was clearly not the time to ask this question. Ginny was the youngest here, and none of her brothers spoke, so she naturally wouldn't ask Solim anything, after all, the two of them didn't know each other.

"He said welcome," said a lazy voice behind Dumbledore, the wizard of Phineas reappearing in front of the Slytherin banner. "My great-grandson has a quirk of staying with people. "

Dumbledore turned to the Weasleys and said, "Come on, you've all used the portkey, hurry up." "

All five of them had put their hands on the teapot, and it was the first time Harry had been so close to Dumbledore since he had entered.

"One. "

Harry looked at Dumbledore and saw that he was also looking at himself.

"II. "

Harry, who felt his scar start to hurt again, narrowed his eyes involuntarily.

"Three. "

Harry's scar burned and ached, like a wound had been reopened—a strong hatred rose in Harry's heart for no apparent reason, but it was intense and terrifying, and he wanted nothing more than to attack Dumbledore in front of him now...... In the next second, Harry and four others disappeared from the headmaster's office—