Dumbledore looked down at the note in his hand, looked up and said, "He's all right, let's go see him, Gilderoy, you're doing well, the Ministry of Magic doesn't know what happened."

"How do I get there?" Fred asked, trembling a little, "A fireplace?"

"No," said Dumbledore. "It's not very safe to use the fireplace now. The fireplace network has been monitored. You go with the door key in Gilderoy's hand." He pointed to the old kettle in Lockhart's hand. " Have you both used door keys before?"

They all nodded, then everyone reached out and touched a part of the charred kettle, "That's good, then wait for me to count three... one... two..."

At the moment of "three", Lockhart looked at Harry and found that Harry's face was contorted, his eyes were flashing red, and he seemed to want to attack him.

As soon as his feet touched the ground, Lockhart hurriedly took out his wand, stood up and stepped back. They had reached the dark basement kitchen in No. 12 Grimma Plaza. The only light source in the house, the fireplace, and a flickering candle. Crutcher was leaving from the door to the hall, raising his trouser belt while turning his head and giving them a hateful look. Sirius and Lupin Moody are waiting for them while drinking.

"Gidro, what's the matter with you?" Moody asked Lockhart suspiciously. "How did you find out."

"Harry," Fred said.

"Come on, Harry." Tonks winked at Harry.

"Yes, I'll listen too," said George.

Everyone looked at Harry, and outside, Crutcher's footsteps also stopped on the stairs.

"That—" Harry began, "I have a—like—phantom..."

Harry then told them everything he had seen, except that he modified the story to make it sound more like he was standing next to the snake and saw the event rather than seeing it through the snake's eyes. Ron, still pale, gave Harry a quick glance but said nothing. After Harry finished speaking, Fred, George and Ginny continued to stare at him for a while.

"Dumbledore, do you know what's going on?" Moody asked.

"I have some ideas, I will discuss with Gilderoy and Severus later." Dumbledore said lightly.

"Where's mom?" Fred said, turning to Sirius.

"She looked after Arthur in St Mungo's," Sirius said. "We'll visit Arthur when he wakes up."

"Go now!" Ginny said anxiously, she turned to look at her brothers, who of course were still wearing pajamas, "Can you give us a coat or a cloak or something?"

"Okay, I'll get you some clothes." Lockhart stood up and said.

"Thank you, Professor." Ginny stood up and hugged Lockhart, then ran up to Harry and kissed him. "And you, Harry, you saved our dad."

Harry blushed, he had never kissed Ginny in front of so many adults.

"When did you get together?" Tonks asked with interest.

"I told Harry I liked him at the beginning of the semester!" Ginny said proudly. "Harry doesn't hate me, does he?"

Ron still looked pissed, he had absolutely no idea when Harry and his sister started.

"That's right," Tonks said encouragingly. "That's how Gryffindor people should fall in love. Look at Hermione, she's just a step behind."

"Don't talk about that!" Lockhart came downstairs with a pile of clothes and heard their conversation reluctantly.

Harry picked up the wine on the table and drank. If it wasn't for him, they wouldn't be here at all, they're all sleeping in bed. Although his warning ensured they found Mr. Weasley in time, telling himself this over and over didn't make him feel any better, let alone the inescapable fact that he could have been The man who attacked Mr. Weasley.

"Harry, what are you thinking, get dressed, let's go see Dad." Ginny looked at Harry strangely.

Harry continued to think uneasily, and then he felt like he wanted to attack the Headmaster and Professor Lockhart. "

"Tonks took the Weasleys to St. Mungo's, Harry stayed," Moody said.

"Why, Harry saved Dad, he should go too!" Ginny said dissatisfied.

"Arthur hasn't woken up yet, we can use this time to understand the situation." Moody glanced at Ginny.

"Come on, children." Tonks took the Weasley family's children away.

The rest of the people walked into the conference room and sat down.

"Harry, talk about the situation, what happened to the snake." Moody's magic eyes stared at Harry.

"What's going on?" Harry said in a panic.

"Harry, no matter what happens, we will be on your side." Lockhart tried his best to look kind.

He succeeded, and the positive image that had been in Harry's mind for a long time came into play at this time, not to mention that Harry's godfather Sirius Black was also here, which made Harry decide to confess...

Harry confessed every detail of his hallucinations, and made no secret that he was the snake that attacked Mr. Weasley.

"Don't be stupid, kid, you can't be that snake." Sirius breathed a sigh of relief.

"But, it's not just this," said Harry, his voice only a little heavier than his breathing, "I... I think I'm going crazy, in Dumbledore's office, before we took the key... For a second or two, I thought I was the snake, and I felt like I was a snake--when I looked at the Headmaster and Professor Lockhart, the scars started to hurt--especially Professor Lockhart! I I hate him so much! I want to bite him!"

"It's true or not." Lockhart was surprised, did Voldemort remember him, but maybe he was used to the fact that he was an Order of the Phoenix~lightnovelpub.net~ Maybe Dumbledore did something to his spirit What hands and feet, he didn't immediately think of running.

"That must be the residual reaction after the hallucination, that's all," Sirius said. "You're still thinking about that dream, or whatever you want to call it, and then—"

"It's not like that," said Harry, shaking his head. "I'm the snake!"

"Harry, I know what's going on, trust me," Lockhart said firmly to Harry, "you're not that snake, we'll find a solution later, and now, you need to rest."

After Harry left, Blake grabbed Lockhart's arm: "Gildrow, you have a solution to this problem, right?"

"It should be possible," Lockhart tried to make his words sound like guesswork. "I guess it was the attack that year that left Voldemort's mental imprint on Harry's scar, which could affect Harry's mood."

"Occlumency." Moody spit out a word, "Since what happened to the Longbottoms, the Department of Magical Enforcement has required all Aurors to master Occlumency. As far as I know, Dumbledore, Snape also With you little Gilderoy, you all practice very well, don't you?"

Black looked at Lockhart, as if waiting for his response.

"That's right, in fact, Severus has the best practice. You know, he has to hide his thoughts from mysterious people when necessary."

Blake let go of Lockhart's hand: "There is no doubt that Harry would rather learn from you, Gilderoy, please."

"If Harry wants to learn, I'll do my best to teach him," Lockhart assured Black.

"Okay, let's go to rest." Moody yawned, "It won't be a snake next time."

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