A Terrible Prophecy, Sending a Letter to the Weasleys

"Danger! Danger! Weasley's life is in danger..."

Aaron, fast asleep, almost rolled off the bed when he heard this sound.

"Holy crap! What's going on?"

"Calm down, this is a warning from the Book of Prophecy." The Thought Form took the Book of Prophecy from the throne, and then wrote today's date on it, with a single character appearing on the blank page.

Danger! Weasley is in mortal danger.

"Wortefa!" Aaron cursed under his breath. "I thought I could get a few weeks of rest, but I can't even get a good night's sleep."

"For the past month or so, it has made a Prophecy every day, and now one of them is actually true." The Thought Form couldn't help but smile bitterly, "Unfortunately, it's not good news for us."

"Weasley." Aaron sighed. "Arthur, Molly, Bill, Charlie, Percy, Fred, George, Ron, Ginny— they're all Weasley. How am I supposed to know which one it is?"

"The Hogwarts kids should be fine, but the remaining five are a different story."

"What should we do about this problem? Should we intervene?" Aaron rubbed his forehead, looking at the clone of the Thought Form opposite him, hoping it could give him some advice.

"Don't look at me like that. Although I have my own thoughts, I am still you at heart."

"Your worries are my worries, your hesitations are my hesitations." Thought Form shrugged. "No matter what, it's a bit unfair, after all, we stayed at their the Burrow for a few days. Although we stayed in our own tent, they really did a good job as hosts, and were very polite and courteous to us."

Guan Yu might not say anything, but he might unintentionally get involved in the conflicts of the Magic World.

Does anyone know what kind of life-threatening danger he encountered?

If it were just a regular accident, saving a life wouldn't be a big deal.

"But if it's a battle against Death Eater, getting involved would be a violation of family rules, and the consequences are obvious!"

A hint of helplessness flashed in Aaron's eyes. "I really regret buying this book now. If I didn't know it, I could at least get a good night's sleep."

"You might fool others with that, but do you really need to deceive yourself in front of me?"

"After all, they're acquaintances. If we don't help, it's like watching someone die." Aaron scratched his head, conflicted. "But the problem is, how do we intervene? How can we resolve that so-called life-threatening danger without getting ourselves involved?"

This Book of Prophecy, too, wouldn't it be better if the Prophecy were more detailed?

"If we go into more detail, it's not as simple as just 500 Magic Points."

How about approaching Dumbledore? The Weasley family work for him; he won't turn a blind eye.

"No." Aaron refused decisively. "I can sense that our principal is under a lot of pressure. We absolutely cannot show up in front of him at this time."

Besides, even if we tell him, he might not believe us. What if he finds out the Book of Prophecy exists...?"

"Then this book is probably doomed," Thought Form chimed in.

"That's what I mean," Aaron said. As the battle between the White Lord and the Dark Lord intensified, a book of Prophecy became extremely important.

"Then send someone to deliver a letter there, anonymously."

"Send who?" Aaron retorted. "This is Hogwarts, not Gaius Castle. We can't order anyone around here."

"I said it's Transfiguration." The Thought Form waved its Wand, and a cup was transformed into a brown owl. "Let it deliver the letter."

"That... is a solution, but I doubt the letter will get through," Aaron said with a worried look. "Hogwarts ' communications are being monitored, with Dumbledore and Harry Potter being the main targets. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be on their radar too."

This owl would probably be detained before it Dumbledore's office, and if Umbridge intercepted the letter as well, the situation would become even more complicated.

Hearing this, the Thought Form was also at a loss.

"This isn't right, that isn't right, we can't possibly go ourselves!"

"Wait a minute," Aaron interrupted, "You mean you'll go personally?"

The Thought Form paused for a moment, then quickly realized, "You don't really intend for me to deliver the letter, do you?"

"I'm not that stupid. I'll definitely send the letter, but not to Dumbledore."

"Then who should it be given to? Professor McGonagall?"

"No, no, no, at Hogwarts, besides the Headmaster and Vice-Headmaster, the people who care most about Weasley are..."

"Weasley." The Thought Form suddenly realized, "Yes, sending a message to Grand Archmage or a Grand Archmage Peak is very risky, but sending a message to Magus is relatively easy."

"What time is it now?" Aaron asked.

"It's just past midnight, and it's curfew time now."

"There's no time to lose, I need to go to the Gryffindor common room. You..."

"Ready." The Thought Form wrote the Prophecy on a piece of paper and put it in an envelope. "It's written with my left hand, no one will recognize it."

Aaron secretly gave himself a thumbs up for his cleverness, then picked up the envelope and left the Divine Thunder Hall.

The door to the Slytherin common room quietly opened, and Aaron strode out, using the Disillusionment Charm to conceal his form and the Silencing Charm to mute his footsteps.

He jogged along the Gryffindor Tower to the end of the corridor, where a portrait blocked his way.

Looking at the dozing Fat Lady in the painting, Aaron's forehead creased with a few more black lines.

Damn it, I forgot there was a gatekeeper here. He doesn't know the password to the Gryffindor common room.

After a moment's thought, Aaron removed the Disillusionment Charm and immediately changed his appearance.

"Cough cough!"

A low cough was heard, but it was particularly clear in the quiet corridor.

The Fat Lady was still a little confused by the voice, but she immediately came to her senses when she saw the woman standing in front of her.

"Professor Dumbledore, is there something you need?"

"It's extremely urgent, but I don't want to disturb the young Warlock ' rest," Aaron said calmly, speaking in Dumbledore's voice. "I don't have time to explain, just open the door for me!"

"Yes, Principal."

The Fat Lady, without suspecting anything, directly opened the circular entrance to the shared lounge.

Others need a password to enter, but Dumbledore clearly has the privileges of being the headmaster.

Aaron raised an eyebrow at the sight. Although the Slytherin common room did not have a dedicated doorman or portrait, it was actually safer.

After all, their door only accepts passwords, and no one has special privileges.

Upon entering the shared lounge, the Fat Lady consciously closed the door. Aaron once again used the Disillusionment Charm to conceal his presence, and then took out Captain Jack's Compass.

He had been to the Gryffindor common room once before, but he didn't really know where Ron's dormitory was, so he could only follow the signs to find it.

He didn't try this magical item many times, but every time he did, he felt it was a waste of its potential.

Aaron quietly Cairo, which pointed to the door, and tiptoed inside.

This dormitory is a five-person shared room, with Ron, Harry, Seamus, Dean, and Neville as the main residents.

Ignoring the snoring, Aaron went to Ron's bedside, placed the anonymous letter on the bedside table, and cast a spell on the envelope so that it would automatically ring an alarm three minutes later.

Aaron breathed a sigh of relief after doing all this. It wasn't foolproof, but it was definitely the best he could do.

"Ah!"

A painful groan suddenly came from a few meters away.

Aaron glanced over and saw Harry convulsing on the bed, his face covered in cold sweat. Even though he was asleep, Ha Yang was still covering the scar on his forehead with his hands.

"I had a nightmare, and it was a nightmare about Voldemort," Aaron thought to himself, his brows furrowing involuntarily.

The Dark Lord's frequent activities are not a good sign, but it has little to do with him. The letter has been delivered, and leaving this place is the most urgent matter.

Aaron returned, but at a slower pace than when he came.

It took him more than ten minutes to return to the Slytherin Common Room. He didn't go to the Divine Thunder Hall, but went straight to his dormitory bed.

Shortly after he left, the letter rang like an alarm clock.

However, Ron was sleeping too soundly, and it wasn't until several minutes later that he opened his eyes with a deep sense of resentment.

He doesn't usually set an alarm clock, especially since Christmas is just around the corner and schools are closed, which would be perfect for a slacker like him to sleep in.

Now that his wish has been shattered, he's definitely not in a good mood.

"Will this ever end?"

Ron angrily slammed his hand on the 'alarm clock' on the bedside table, already wondering whose prank it was.

It's best not to let him catch you, otherwise he'll definitely show the other person what Prefect's wrath is like.

However, the alarm clock stopped ringing, and the sensation in his hand felt different. He then realized that it wasn't an alarm clock at all, but an anonymous letter.

Ron was a little confused, and just as he was about to open the envelope, he heard Harry's painful cry.

This startled him greatly, and he immediately rushed to Harry, ignoring the envelope in his hand, calling out, "Harry, Harry."

Harry suddenly opened his eyes, panting heavily.

Immediately afterwards, he felt a sharp tearing sensation in his forehead, which made his vision go black, and he S.P.E.W. by the bedside.

"Harry, what's wrong with you?" Ron asked worriedly. "Should we go to the School Hospital to see Madam Pomfrey?"

"No." Harry grabbed Ron's arm quickly and said in a weak but incredibly firm voice, "Your father, Mr. Weasley, is in trouble."

"What?" Ron was stunned. "Dude, you're just dreaming."

"No!" Harry shouted anxiously, "It's not a dream, it's definitely not a dream."

I saw it, that big snake, it was covered in blood from being bitten, it was very bad.

"Dumbledore, hurry, go find him."

"I'll go get someone," Neville said in a panic, and quickly ran out of the dormitory.

Dean and Seamus were also awakened, but they whispered among themselves, not taking Harry's dream seriously, and even thinking it was making a mountain out of a molehill.

After an unknown amount of time, hurried footsteps came from the stairs, and Neville led Professor McGonagall in.

"I wanted to go find Dumbledore, but I didn't know the password to the Headmaster's Office," Neville said with some self-reproach.

"Thank you, Neville," Harry said gratefully, his voice sounding weak.

"Potter, what's wrong?" Professor McGonagall asked. "Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's Ron's father." Harry struggled to sit up. "I saw him bitten by a snake, it was very serious."

"You saw it?" Professor McGonagall frowned.

"The dream I had was incredibly real, like I was the snake," Harry said anxiously. "We have to find him. He's seriously injured, and if we're too late, it might be too late."

Professor, I'm not lying, and I'm not crazy. You must believe me.

Professor McGonagall looked at him with suspicion and remained silent for a few seconds before she seemed to make up her mind. "I believe you, Potter. Put on your dressing gown and let's go see the headmaster."

Hearing this, Harry breathed a sigh of relief.

He desperately needs the trust of the Order of the Phoenix Society members right now, otherwise he really doesn't know what to do, especially since Dumbledore seems to be avoiding him intentionally or unintentionally this semester.

"Weasley, you come too."

Ron, supporting the weak Harry, followed Professor McGonagall all the way to the entrance of the Headmaster's Office.

"Fizzing Whizbees".

Professor McGonagall gave the command, and the stone beast jumped aside, revealing the ever-rising stone steps.

The three of them climbed the stairs and came to an oak door.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the door three times, and after a while, the door opened automatically.

Dumbledore was looking through documents at his desk when he saw Professor McGonagall. He wasn't surprised, but when he saw the two people behind her, especially Harry's disheveled appearance, his brows furrowed involuntarily.

"Dumbledore, Potter just had a nightmare."

"It wasn't a nightmare," Harry said immediately, then looked at Dumbledore very seriously. "I really did see it while I was sleeping, and it really happened."

Ron's father was bitten by a snake, a big snake, and it bit him until he was covered in blood.

This has happened before; I've dreamt of Wormtail before, so this time it must be real too.

"How did you see that?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know, it just happened in my dream..."

No, that's not what I'm asking you.

I mean, in your dream, are you standing next to the victim, or looking down from above?

"Neither." Harry shook his head, somewhat bewildered. "I saw it from the snake's perspective, as if I were the snake."

Dumbledore's expression turned slightly serious as he asked again, "Is he seriously injured?"

"Extremely strict."

Dumbledore immediately turned to look at an old portrait on the wall, depicting a blond wizard.

"Everard, Arthur is on duty tonight. Make sure the right person finds him."

"Dilys".

A witch who was dozing in a picture frame suddenly opened her eyes.

"You should go and help too."

The two Warlock nodded and stepped out of the picture frame from the side.

"They are two very famous headmasters of Hogwarts, and their portraits are also displayed in other major Warlock institutions."

"They can move freely between their own portraits, so they can tell us what's happening elsewhere," Dumbledore explained patiently.

He looked at Harry and Ron, whose faces had turned pale, and conjured two chairs. "You two sit down for a while. They may not be back for a few minutes."

"Minerva, I need you to wake up the other Weasley family kids."

"I'll go right away," Professor McGonagall said. "What about Molly?"

"Fawkes will notify her after she finishes her watch; she probably already knows."

You know, they have a peculiar wall clock that doesn't show the time, but only a person's whereabouts and status.