Chapter 661: Chapter 655: Harry’s Dream
Because they couldn’t go visit Sirius, after Harry finished his cake, it was as if there was suddenly nothing left to do.
"What actually happened?" Taking advantage of this mont, Kael finally voiced the question in his heart.
From being called to the Headmaster’s Office till now, he had no idea what had happened, didn’t have a chance to ask, and had just blindly followed Dumbledore here without really knowing why.
"I think... I had a dream." Harry said. He looked a bit hesitant, but still spoke in a low voice: "I was working on my Charm Class howork when I suddenly fell asleep—and then I had this really strange dream."
"In the dream it was like I beca Voldemort... Okay, I know that sounds unbelievable, you’d be totally right to think I’m just rambling..."
"I believe you," Kael said, glancing at the scar on Harry’s forehead.
"Thanks..." Harry said with so relief. "Anyway, Voldemort gave an order, sothing about teaching the ’tail’ following behind him a lesson... and then I—well, Voldemort—killed soone with the Killing Curse."
"Who was it?" Kael asked. "Was it another mber of the Order of the Phoenix?"
"I don’t know." Harry fiddled with the cup in his hands. "I didn’t recognize him, I’ve never seen him before."
Kael frowned. "And then?"
"Then Ron woke
up. He said I’d been muttering in my sleep and thought I was having a nightmare... but my scar kept hurting, like it was burning."
"Hermione got worried and called Professor McGonagall, and I told her what I saw in the dream. She didn’t think it was just a nightmare and took
to the Headmaster’s Office."
Kael suddenly understood. "So, did you hear in the dream that they were going to attack Sirius?"
"No, I didn’t hear any nas." Harry shook his head. "It was Professor Dumbledore... he used so special magic—I don’t know what Charm it was, but it must have been so way to pass ssages—and a few minutes later Mr. Weasley found Sirius."
As he spoke, Harry shuddered, clearly still shaken by it all.
He was grateful—both Professor McGonagall and Professor Dumbledore had chosen to believe him.
From what they’d heard in the Headmaster’s Office, when Mr. Weasley and Moody found Sirius, he was being tortured by the Crucio Curse. If they’d been any later, there was no telling what would have happened.
Whenever Harry thought Sirius might have died, it felt like a giant hand was squeezing his stomach; he couldn’t stop shivering all over.
Seeing Harry like this, Kael didn’t ask any more, but stood up and left the tea room, planning to go buy a cup of hot cocoa for Harry from a nearby shop.
He’d just noticed that the shop had it.
But he’d barely left when he saw two familiar people appear at the top of the stairs.
"Mr. Weasley... Tonks." Kael waved, and the two of them imdiately walked over to him.
"Kael, is Harry with you?" Mr. Weasley asked.
"He’s inside," Kael said, pointing to a private booth in the tea room. "Is sothing wrong?"
"Good," said Mr. Weasley. "It’s already very late, I need to get you two back to Hogwarts."
"What?"
Before Kael could say anything, Harry burst out of the tea room. "I’m not going back—Sirius is still here!"
"Didn’t you just visit him?" Mr. Weasley said. "Don’t forget, you two have class tomorrow. I’ll stay here, that’s enough."
"And just now, that house-elf called Kreacher ca as well."
"But..." Harry tried to argue, but saw Mr. Weasley shake his head with a serious look.
"That’s what Sirius wants too. I’m guessing he doesn’t want you to see him like this, weak..."
"I don’t care," Harry said loudly. "I don’t care what he looks like."
"Be that as it may, you still have to go back," Mr. Weasley said firmly.
Glancing at stubborn Harry, he lowered his voice: "Think about the Ministry of Magic. Sirius gets hurt and you’re here at St Mungo’s right away—that’s already suspicious enough. Luckily Professor Dumbledore found an excuse to cover for you, but I don’t think they fully believe it."
"If you don’t want to be questioned, you’d better return to Hogwarts now."
Harry was still a bit hesitant.
"Be patient, just a few more days." Mr. Weasley softened his tone. "You can co back during the Christmas holidays. By then, you can stay as long as you like and there won’t be any problems."
Harry didn’t say anything. After a few minutes, he nodded silently.
"Good, I knew you’d make the right choice," Mr. Weasley said with a smile. "Let’s not waste any ti—if you go back early you’ll still get so sleep."
"How do we get back?" Harry asked. "Are we Apparating again?"
"That’s right, it’s the quickest way," said Mr. Weasley. "But first we need to go outside—St Mungo’s, like Hogwarts, has an anti-Apparition charm."
"Wait..." Harry said, "but we just Apparated here."
"That I don’t know. Maybe Dumbledore has his own way, but I certainly can’t do it."
"Professor Dumbledore was going to take you back himself, but he has to deal with people from the Ministry, so he can’t leave right now. That’s why this job is ours.
"...Tonks, you go first. If you see anyone from the Ministry, let us know."
Tonks seed to be in a bad mood—her hair was a brassy orange, like straw, which was a dead giveaway.
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