"We need an alarm, Fox!" Dumbledore stroked the golden feather on Fox's head with one finger.

Fox woke up.

I saw a flash of fire, and the phoenix disappeared.

Then Dumbledore walked over to another portrait, a wise-looking wizard with a goatee, dressed in silver and green Slytherin garb.

"Phineas," said Dumbledore, "I need you to run to another of your portraits—"

"Run to that portrait of mine?" Phineas said shrilly. "Oh, no, Dumbledore, I'm so tired tonight!"

Harry found Phineas' voice a little familiar. Where have you heard it?

Before he could think about it, the surrounding portraits suddenly erupted in protest.

"Disobedience, sir!" shouted a fat, red-nosed wizard, waving his fists. "Disobedience!"

"It is our duty to serve the present Headmaster of Hogwarts!" cried Armando Dippet. "Don't be ashamed, Phineas!"

"Want me to convince him, Dumbledore?" A shrewd witch held up a wand as thick as a birch stalk.

"Oh, well," said Phineas, glancing at the wand a little terrified, "while he may have ruined my portrait by now, he's ruined most of the house—"

"Sirius won't destroy your portrait," Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry remembered where he'd heard Phineas' voice: it came from the seemingly empty frame in bedroom 12, Grimmauld Place.

"You're going to tell him that Arthur Weiss was badly injured and that his wife, children and Harry Potter will be at his house soon. Understand?"

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

He slipped out of the frame when the door to the study opened again, and Professor McGonagall led in Fred, George and Ginny, all still in pajamas, disheveled and terrified.

"Harry! What, what's going on?" Ginny asked terrified. "Professor McGonagall said you saw Dad hurt—"

"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said before Harry could speak. "He has been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. I'm sending you back to Sirius' house, It's easier to get to the hospital than the Burrow, where you'll meet your mother."

"How do we get there?" Fred asked worriedly, "Use Floo powder?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "Floo fans are not safe at the moment, the entire Hogwarts Floo network is under surveillance, you go in another way, now just wait for Phineas Nigellus to come back , I want to make sure there's no danger in sending you here—"

In the center of the room, there was a flash of fire, leaving a golden feather that floated lightly to the ground.

"It's Fox's alarm," Dumbledore said, catching the feather. "Professor Umbridge must know you're all out of bed, Tierra!"

Dumbledore suddenly shouted, making Tiera, who was watching the play in the divine dimension, startled.

"Take them back to Twelve Grimmauld Place, Tierra," Dumbledore called to the empty space.

"Tiera?" Professor McGonagall asked suspiciously, "Dumbledore, you..."

"We'll talk about it later." Dumbledore stood there so quietly after he finished speaking.

And Professor McGonagall looked around suspiciously.

"Ah..." Tiera sighed, raised her hand and drew a box with her finger towards Dumbledore's office.

"Bam—"

There was a very slight cracking sound, and a door of light with seven or eight buttons appeared in front of Harry, like a box drawn by someone.

Through the door of light, Harry could see on the other side the dark basement kitchen of Twelve Grimmauld Place.

The only light sources were the fire and a flickering candle, illuminating the remnants of the cold dinner.

Harry saw Kreacher disappear into the front hall door, pulling the loincloth, and looked back at them maliciously and shocked.

"Somebody! Help!" Harry heard Kreacher shout in that hoarse voice. "The thief! The thief!"

Sirius hurried towards them when he heard the sound, looking anxious, but obviously looked shocked when he saw the door of light.

Sirius didn't shave and was still wearing daytime clothes. The two spaces seemed to be completely connected. The smell of old wine on Sirius' body, which was a bit like Mundungus's, floated in clearly through the door of light.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall asked sternly. "What is this? What's going on here?"

"I'll explain it later." Dumbledore said with a smile, then looked at Harry and the Weasley children:

"What are you waiting for? Hurry up and let your classmates help you pack your luggage."

Harry, Ron, Ginny and the Weasley twins were pushed into the door of light by Professor McGonagall.

As soon as they walked in, the door of light closed and disappeared in an instant, leaving only Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore in the headmaster's office.

"Okay, tell me what's going on, Albus." Professor McGonagall asked sternly with his hands on his hips.

"It's a little too late today, why don't we..."

"You haven't changed into your pyjamas yet," said Professor McGonagall. "It's not too late, talk about it, Albus."

"Well... well." Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Then we might as well ask the client to explain, come out, Tiera."

Dumbledore shouted into the air, but—

No one showed up, nothing changed.

"Tiera!" Dumbledore was not in a hurry, but shouted again calmly, "Your materials..."

"Here I am, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." A voice came from behind Professor McGonagall.

Mag turned his head quickly and saw Tiera's figure in the mirror above the Pensieve——

"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall." Tierappi said without a smile, while giving Dumbledore a fierce look.

"Tiera?" Professor McGonagall called out in surprise, taking a few steps back as if frightened.

"Don't be afraid, Professor McGonagall." Tiera said in a faint tone, "I'm just here to ask Dumbledore for his life~~~"

"Cough, be serious." Dumbledore coughed.

"Okay, okay." Tiera reluctantly corrected her attitude, "In short, I predicted that Harry would be killed by Voldemort in the final stage of the Triwizard Tournament, and it took me a little bit to save Harry. Skills signed up for the Triwizard Tournament, and at the same time changed my life against the sky at the last level of the Triwizard Tournament~lightnovelpub.net~ forcibly changed the ending of Harry's death and the price was that I was killed myself."

"But obviously I don't want to die myself, so before the third level, with the help of Professor Dumbledore—" Tiera emphasized the words "Professor Dumbledore," "I converted to Demon, Voldemort did kill my body but my soul and magic were intact, that's about it."

After finishing a series of words, Tiera quietly observed Professor McGonagall and her reaction.

Seriously, the last thing Tierra wanted to know was that she had come back from the dead was Professor McGonagall.

That meant he might have to face the wrath of being deceived by a professor who was as strict as his old mother, but—

"It's good to be alive." Professor McGonagall seemed relieved.

"Just be alive..." Professor McGonagall repeated, "Welcome back, Tierra."

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