HP Magic Biography

Obviously, Dumbledore intends to restart the Order of the Phoenix.

Everyone present basically knows what this means.

According to what Fan Lin knows, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​an organization founded by Dumbledore to specifically resist Voldemort. It is composed of some unknown people who don't look like heroes, but most of them are brave and fearless. people.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​an organization dedicated to dealing with Voldemort. Located at 12 Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family, it is made up of some unlikely, unlikely heroes, unknowns, but most must have been brave and fearless.

During the 1970s, many members of the Order of the Phoenix died, and several more were killed during the Second War of Magic. This is a tough bunch. Headquartered at 12 Grimmauld Place during the Second Campaign, only the Secret Keeper can tell where it is, the building is invisible to others. In the sixth part, due to the death of the secret keeper (Dumbledore), everyone who knew the location of the headquarters automatically became the secret keeper, including Severus Snape, who was considered a traitor at the time, so the headquarters was later changed to Burrow.

It has to be admitted that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​the only organization that can contend with the Death Eaters on the road to resisting Voldemort.

However, a related point, although the level of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​very high, it can't reach the level of Dumbledore, and in terms of the number of people, the number of Death Eaters completely crushes the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

It can be said that the failure of the Order of the Phoenix in the confrontation is an inevitable result.

Now, go to my office and wait for me, Sirius, I still have something to explain. Dumbledore said quickly.

Okay. Sirius nodded, and now Fudge had left, but...

But— said Harry.

He wanted Sirius to stay, he didn't want to say goodbye so soon.

You'll see me again soon, Harry, Sirius said, turning to him. I promise you, but I'll do my best, you understand?

Yes, said Harry, yes...of course I understand.

Sirius grabbed his hand for a moment, nodded to Dumbledore, turned into a big black dog again, and walked across the room to the door. Then he pawed the handle away and walked out.

Severus, Dumbledore said, turning to Snape, you know what I want you to do. If you're ready...

I'm ready.

replied Snape. He looked a little paler than usual, and his dark, hard eyes had a strange twinkle.

Good luck, then! said Dumbledore. He watched Snape follow silently behind Sirius, a look of concern on his face. It was a few minutes before Dumbledore spoke again.

I have to go downstairs, Fan Lin is still waiting outside... Dumbledore finally said. I'm going to see what's going on outside, Harry, after taking the rest of the medicine. I'll see you in a moment.

Wait, Professor Dumbledore...

I know what you want to ask, Harry. Dumbledore said, Actually, nothing happened to Fan Lin, it's just that the magic power is so bad that Madam Pomfrey can't solve it.

Harry was suddenly a little happy.

What's wrong with Fan Lin? Hermione asked nervously.

It was Fan Lin who rescued me. I never dared to talk about it before. I was afraid of you...

Don't worry, Miss Granger, Dumbledore said, Fan Lin is fine, Fox is protecting him...

So, where's Cedric? Harry asked.

I'm sorry, but... Dumbledore paused, I have to go Harry, there are some things that have to be dealt with, what you should do now is to have a good sleep here, and Gran Miss Jie, I think I need Fan Lin to do something else.

Harry slammed back onto the pillow as Dumbledore left. Hermione, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley all looked at him, and no one said a word for a long time.

Hermione put her heart at ease. After the girl knew that Moody was a Death Eater in disguise, Hermione was really worried to death, but with Harry's appearance, Hermione kept trying not to provoke Harry.

This was based on her trust in Fan Lin. Hermione had always believed that Fan Lin would come back, just like she had promised her at the beginning.

You're going to take the rest of your medicine, Harry, said Mrs. Weasley at last. As she reached for the bottle and glass, she nudged the bag of gold on the bedside table lightly.

You get a good night's sleep. Think about other things... think about what to buy with your winnings.

I don't want that gold, said Harry deadpan. You can have it, anyone can. I shouldn't have won. It should have been Cedric's.

What he had been battling since his emergence from the maze now seemed to be overpowering him. He could feel a hot sting in his eyes, and he blinked, looking up at the ceiling.

It's not your fault, Harry, said Mrs Weasley softly.

I asked him to share the glass with me, said Harry.

Dumbledore didn't say anything about Cedric. Naturally, there must be something wrong with Cedric. In Harry's opinion, he was responsible for it all.

There is also Fan Lin's dangerous situation. If he hadn't asked Cedric to take the cup together, so many bad things would not have happened.

Fan Lin will come to rescue him, and then leave with him. He doesn't even need the Goblet of Fire, just use Fox and the two of them to leave.

There was a burning sensation in Harry's throat now. He really hoped Ron wouldn't look at him.

Mrs. Weasley put the medicine on the bedside counter and bent down to hug Harry. He has never had the memory of being hugged like this, as if his mother hugged himself. The stress of what he'd seen that night melted away when Mrs. Weasley hugged him. His mother's face, father's voice, Cedric who fell down, and Fan Lin who was left hungry in the cemetery...all these began to build up in his mind until he couldn't bear it, until he wrinkled his face and wanted to drive away The wail of that wretched struggle.

There was a loud bang, and Mrs Weasley and Harry let go. Hermione was standing by the window, clutching something tightly in her hand.

I'm sorry, she apologized softly.

It should be me who said I'm sorry, I should have been earlier...

Your medicine, Harry, said Mrs. Weasley quickly, drying her eyes with the back of her hand.

Harry gulped it down. The effect was immediate, and a heavy and irresistible drowsiness came over him. He closed his eyes and thought of nothing more.

(It's been fooled, this little piece of Harry...)