Muggles

Ron was panicking now, because Harry looked even more panicked than he was. Ron had no choice but to worry that some terrible ghostly thing had attacked Harry.

He hurriedly woke Fred and George, and the group half-carried Harry as they ran toward Professor McGonagall's office.

They even ran into Peeves on the way, but they had no interest in playing chase with him. They ignored him and headed straight for Professor McGonagall's office.

Professor McGonagall had already been filled with a bad feeling when the urgent knocking woke her.

When she opened the door and saw the three Weasleys, breathless from their haste and running, along with Harry, pale as though he had just been fished out of the water, her heart sank sharply.

Harry stammered out a few words, and Professor McGonagall immediately rushed out, pulling them toward the Headmaster's Office.

When the group arrived at the Headmaster's Office, Dumbledore was briefly stunned by their appearance.

Had Gryffindor thrown a pajama party? Every last one of them looked as though they had just crawled out of bed, and even Professor McGonagall, who normally cared greatly about her appearance, had her hair loose.

Harry had sobered up by then, but an inescapable fear still lingered in his heart, as though he were someone unable to touch the ground.

It felt like rushing to the hospital in the middle of the night.

After Harry haltingly told Dumbledore everything he had seen in the dream, Dumbledore immediately began giving orders to the portraits on the wall.

"Everard, Arthur is on duty tonight. Quickly send someone to find him."

"Professor..."

"Phineas! You need to go to your portrait at Grimmauld Place and tell them Arthur Weasley has been seriously injured. His children will arrive there by Portkey soon."

Dumbledore did not look