Chapter 654: The Attacked Sirius
The Headmaster's Office wasn't far from where Kyle had been on the eighth floor. He followed Professor McGonagall through the dimly lit corridors, the moonlight streaming in through tall windows.
Kyle's curiosity burned—he wanted to ask why he was being summoned at this late hour. But one look at Professor McGonagall's tightly pressed lips and stern expression made him decide against it.
After a few minutes of silent walking, they arrived at the Gargoyle guarding the entrance.
"Tooth Splintering Strong Mints," McGonagall said crisply. The Gargoyle sprang aside, revealing the spiral staircase leading up to the Headmaster's Office.
Kyle followed her into the passage. It was already past midnight, but as they neared the top, Kyle could hear voices—animated and urgent. The muffled chatter made it clear that something serious was being discussed.
The office was unusually lively when Kyle entered. Dumbledore, wearing white pajamas dotted with strawberry prints, was crouched in front of the fireplace. Behind him stood Harry, looking anxious, and Snape, who wore his usual brooding scowl.
The scene was peculiar enough to make Kyle pause for a moment. His eyes swept the room curiously—had Harry broken yet another rule, only to be dragged here by Snape? But then his attention shifted to the fireplace, where a fiery visage was taking shape.
The face in the flames was none other than Mr. Weasley's. His expression was grave as he spoke.
"Yes, Professor Dumbledore," Mr. Weasley said, his fiery lips moving as though he were standing right there. "Sirius was indeed attacked by Death Eaters. When Moody and I arrived, they were torturing him with the Cruciatus Curse."
"How is Sirius?" Harry asked urgently, stepping closer to the fireplace. "Is he okay?"
"Oh... Harry," Mr. Weasley said with a hint of hesitation. "Calm down. Sirius has been taken to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries. The Healers say he's not seriously hurt, just in need of rest."