Chapter 1029
Luck
Chapter 1029 Luck
Harry followed closely behind the Weasleys as they ran all the way to the headmaster's office. By the time he reached the top of the spiral staircase, his lungs felt burning.
The office was very crowded, and standing in the room, surrounded by the Weasleys, was none other than Remus Lupin.
The Weasley siblings had both visited Lupin's house with Harry before and were familiar with him, so they immediately bombarded him with questions:
"Mr. Lupin, what exactly happened?"
Why was Dad injured?
"Is it serious? How is he now?"
Lupin raised his hands in a reassuring gesture and said, “Calm down, kids. First of all, Arthur is alive—thankfully, the Silent Ones were working at the Ministry of Magic over the weekend, they found him, and immediately sent him to St. Mungo’s.”
Ginny asked, her voice trembling with tears, "He'll be alright, won't he?"
Lupin looked at them, trying not to show any worry, and said gently, "St. Mungo's has the best healers, and they will do everything they can to save him."
Ron stared blankly at him, while the others' expressions changed simultaneously.
—Did Lupin's lack of a direct answer mean that Arthur Weasley's condition was worse than expected?
George asked in a dry voice, "Does Mom know?"
“Sirius has gone to inform Molly,” Lupin said. “He should be able to take her there soon.”
“We want to go too!” Fred said anxiously. “We’re going to St. Mungo’s Hospital right now.”
“Of course, that’s why I’m here,” Lupin said patiently. “But wait a moment, the school’s fireplaces need Dumbledore’s personal permission to connect to the Floo Network…”
"Where is Professor Dumbledore?" Fred asked anxiously.
Ron seemed to only then come to his senses, his voice trembling: "It's Sunday, why is Dad at the Ministry of Magic? Shouldn't he...shouldn't he be at home with Mom? How did he get hurt?"
"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix." A voice suddenly came from outside the door.
The next moment, Dumbledore strode in, his long silver hair and beard not as neat as usual, his cloak carrying the chill of the outside air, and his expression unusually solemn.
The room fell silent the moment he appeared.
"As for how he was injured..." Dumbledore paused, then said, "No one saw it. We'll have to wait until Arthur wakes up and let him tell us himself."
"Will Daddy wake up?" George asked desperately. "Professor McGonagall said he's dying..."
“Yes, he will.” Dumbledore looked into his eyes and said, “He will recover and will be with you for Christmas in a few days.”
Upon hearing this, the Weasleys finally calmed down a bit. Ginny covered her mouth, tears welling up in her eyes, and murmured, "That's great..."
Just then, an old witch with silver curly hair suddenly appeared in a blank portrait on the wall.
Former headmistress Dalys DeWent said, "Molly Weasley was already at the hospital; I saw her run past my portrait."
“Thank you, Delis.” Dumbledore looked at the Weasleys and said, “Now, I’m going to send you to St. Mungo’s…”
"We're ready!" said impatient Fred and George, who had already run to the fireplace and were grabbing a pinch of Floo Powder.
Dumbledore took out his wand and tapped the fireplace. A green light emanated from the spot where Dumbledore had tapped, spreading out and illuminating the intricate patterns around the fireplace before disappearing.
Dumbledore's gaze swept over Fred, George, Ron, and Ginny one by one, and he said:
“Remember, children, you are not only visiting your father, but also supporting and protecting your mother. She needs you to remain calm and united, not to cause her trouble, understand?”
“Of course.” Fred took a deep breath and said, “We know what to do.” “And,” Dumbledore added, “if your father’s condition improves and he becomes lucid, he may try to tell you something. Listen carefully, don’t ask questions, and write down everything he says, but don’t let him expend too much energy, can you do that?”
Fred and George exchanged a glance, and said earnestly, "We can."
Ginny pinched her palm, and Ron, too weak to speak, simply nodded.
Green flames rose from the fireplace, and the Weasleys disappeared one by one.
Harry quickly stepped forward, looked at Dumbledore, and his lips moved:
“Professor… can I… can I come along? I’m also very worried about Mr. Weasley…”
Although Harry had his godfather Sirius Black, the motherly love Molly gave him was different.
She always worried about whether his sweater was warm enough, whether he had eaten enough, and would wash his socks and mend his clothes, making Harry feel like he was being loved by his "mother".
At the Weasleys's enthusiastic invitation, Harry would spend several days, or even a week or two, at the Bulge during almost every holiday.
For him, the humble abode was like his second home.
Dumbledore looked down at Harry, his gaze deep and complex, containing many emotions that Harry could not comprehend.
After a brief eye contact, Dumbledore nodded slightly and said, "Of course, Harry. I think Molly and Arthur will be comforted to see you."
"But you have to promise me that once you get to the hospital, you'll stay with your friends or Sirius and not leave alone."
Harry nodded in agreement, threw the Floo Powder into the fire, walked in skillfully, and shouted, "St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries!"
"boom--"
A vibrant green light shone, illuminating the entire office.
“Then I’ll go over there too.” Lupin stood by the fireplace and said, “Headmaster, is there anything else you need me to do?”
“Contact Alastor,” Dumbledore said. “Have him drop what he’s doing and get to St. Mungo’s as quickly as possible. We don’t know what Arthur saw before he was injured, so we need to be prepared for the attackers to try and silence him.”
"Understood." Lupin's expression became urgent, and he quickly left using the fireplace as well.
next moment--
"Knock knock, knock".
There was a knock on the principal's office door.
Dumbledore turned his head and saw Wade standing by the open door, tapping his finger and asking, "May I come in, Professor?"
“Of course.” Dumbledore’s voice regained its gentle tone: “Please come in.”
The portraits on the wall all glanced at the boy who entered, and then Delis de Winter said with concern:
“Albus, I watched them carry Arthur Weasley over from under my portrait… to be honest, it wasn’t a good look. He was badly injured, you should be prepared.”
“I know.” Dumbledore gestured for Wade to sit down, then sat down himself and said, “Before coming here, I went to find out about Arthur’s condition. His most serious ailment is snake venom, but fortunately—we had prepared an antidote in advance.”
His gaze fell on Wade, his tone tinged with relief:
"This is all thanks to Fox, and to you, Harry, and Wade."
(End of this chapter)