[HP] The Order of the Phoenix Family

Now is the busy office hours of the headquarters, the children have not yet woken up, the members of the night shift come to have breakfast and report the abnormal situation, and the members of the day work want to have a hot meal before going to work, and some of them have both unlucky.

Dirk Cresswell poured coffee grounds into the cup and spilled about a third of it because he was too sleepy.To save the double-job Ministry employee from scalding his feet, Sirius grabbed the kettle before he did.

"Thank you." Dirk yawned heavily, and carefully took the hot cup after Sirius raised the spout, "You know, that thing is a child killer. My mother is an emergency nurse, and she Dealing with hundreds of scalded Muggle children and their weeping, remorseful parents, mostly water and soup-related problems."

"I remember that for many years my pots and teapots were fixed, and there were knives and things that only my mother could take down." Bill was eating small sausages at the dining table. What was out of reach before. But Fred got burned once, and he climbed up on George, and we found him hanging from the stove by the handle of the teapot."

"If the teapot had tipped over at that time, the consequences would have been much more serious. Both he and George would have been in big trouble." Molly shook her head while frying eggs. "I really don't know why they did that. They know it's just tea."

"I guess it's just because we don't let them do it." Arthur sighed with a smile. still the same."

"Parents always think that children will be safe by placing dangerous objects in high places or hiding them." Dirk took a sip of his coffee, "but children will always find ways to reach them, and you can't imagine what they can do. Yes It's much more unfortunate for Muggle children, wizards have parsley, spells and other things that can completely heal a burn, but Muggles can live with scars and other troubles for a lifetime."

"But they don't have terrible caustic potions, biting clocks, and coughing teapots either," Sirius pointed out, "although my teakettle spewing hot water might be my problem."

The others laughed to varying degrees, and Molly came to the table with a new plate full of fried eggs.

"I didn't realize they could be dangerous until Bill stepped on a stool at two years old trying to smell the stew in the pot and burned his face," she recalls. "I was doing laundry and heard him I ran into the kitchen with the sound of the fall, and I was really freaked out. Thank goodness his eye didn't hurt, and his face came back pretty quickly, and I glued those things on after that."

"This is what big brother is for." Bill wrapped the sausage in ketchup, "to avoid danger for the younger siblings."

"Dangers from the outside world only." Sirius snorted, pouring ketchup on his toast covered with a layer of fried eggs, "My mother, Regulus and I bumped into a small piece of silt on the corner of the table." Qing, she would yell at Kreacher. But she thinks it’s okay to teach us to follow Voldemort to kill and set fires so that we can be hunted down by Aurors.”

"Don't say that name at the dinner table!" Molly scolded, and most of the people present trembled.

"Sorry, sorry." Sirius said carelessly.

At this time Hermione walked into the kitchen, fully dressed, looking as if she hadn't slept, and Crookshanks followed her master with her short tail up.Sirius introduced her and Dirk, and she was a little reserved among the grown-ups, politely answering that Molly herself only wanted some whole grain toast and milk.When she sat down at the table, the big cat jumped on her lap.

"We're talking about this - have you ever been burned before, Hermione?" Sirius asked with interest.

"No." The girl replied, "My parents pay great attention to children's safety and prepared everything before I was born. Especially after things around me began to levitate for no reason, they didn't even let me go near the kitchen. I also knew I was dangerous, although I didn't understand magic at the time."

"It must be tiring to be a sensible child." Sirius said from the bottom of his heart. Hermione seemed unsure whether to agree or not, and reached out to hold Crookshanks who wanted to jump on the table.

"Oh," Hermione said again, and the big yellow cat slid down the owner's lap unhappily, "my mother mentioned that when I couldn't walk and my cousin was only three years old, my aunt brought him to my house once. As a guest, he saw the thermos bottle - something Muggles use to store hot water. He lifted it up and looked at the mouth of the bottle to see what was in it. Fortunately, the bottle was empty, but my mother was scared out of her wits and immediately threw the thermos bottle gone."

"Are you Muggle-born too?" Dirk asked.

"Yes." Hermione smiled. "My parents are both dentists."

"Me too. My mother is a nurse and my father is a doctor." Dirk immediately started talking to her. Few Muggle-borns enter the Ministry of Magic. He probably has little chance to meet the same kind. Action should be taken against Muggle-born little wizards earlier, don't you think? Since all wizards have their names recorded when they are born, why do they have to be explained when they are 11 years old?"

"I thought about this question when I received the admission letter, and it was Professor McGonagall who came to explain to my parents." Hermione replied, "I think if there are many children like me, but their parents don't know how to do it, it will be difficult for them to do so." Like my parents are so—easy to accept this kind of thing, my parents have always been as protective as possible, and I guess part of me being so competitive since I was a child is just wishing they had more reason to be proud of me." She paused , blushing a little, "Anyway, probably not every Muggle-born is as lucky as me."

"That's right." Dirk said, not as cheerfully as before. "You don't know what Muggles have done in the records of the Ministry of Magic to 'purify' children who are 'polluted' by magic."

"I know part of it." Hermione said a little coldly, "As an inevitable consequence of the secrecy law, ordinary people don't understand magic, and attribute it to the product of demons or other terrible things."

The conversation between the two Muggle-borns was becoming increasingly difficult to join, and several pure-blood wizards exchanged glances, not sure how to change the subject.

"Then there is also a group of powerful wizards who want to clear us out. Their leaders have made a comeback recently. I still remember what it was like in the last war." Dirk shook his head, "I don't want to look like Kid-scaring bastard—sorry, but that's what happens to us Mudbloods sometimes."

"Don't use that word—" Molly frowned, but Hermione picked up the topic.

"I can't think of any other reason. So far, the Ministry of Magic has not taken any effective measures to protect young wizards living among Muggles. Not only Muggle-borns, but also Harry's parents who are not Muggles but have to be with Muggles." Children of life." She seemed to try to stop herself, but failed, "except that they thought it would be kind enough for people who had degenerated into the company of Muggles to let us go to school and learn magic."

For a 15-year-old girl, these words were too spicy, and even Dirk was a little dumbfounded.In fact, if you think about it carefully, Hermione has always been smart. She was born as a Muggle and was at a sensitive age. It is only natural that Voldemort's resurrection caused more pressure on her than other children.It's just that except for their own children, everyone's attention is on Harry, and they rarely worry about her.

"We are all on your side, that's why the Order of the Phoenix came together." Arthur broke the silence, "To defeat the Mysterious Man and maintain fairness. Not all pure-blood wizards are like that."

"That's right," said Molly and Bill at the same time.

"Of course." Dirk said quickly.

Molly glared at him, scolding him for taking the breakfast conversation in a serious direction, and Dirk himself clearly regretted it.He cleared his throat, took out a business card, and pushed it over the table to Hermione.

"If you are interested in working in the Ministry of Magic in the future, welcome to consult." He winked at the girl, "Muggleborns should help each other, right? - I really have to go, I'm going to be late."

Hermione nodded, put away her business card, and looked a little embarrassed by what she had just said.

"Why spend time talking to those pedantic idiots when all the worthwhile people are around you?" Sirius bent down and scratched Crookshanks who came to his feet, "It's not that I'm partial to my godson—ha Leigh and Ron are better than a million Malfoys put together."

"You're right." Hermione smiled.

"Wish I could say that in Lucius Malfoy's face, but I'm afraid I'll be fired," said Dirk, standing up, as did Arthur and Bill.

"Be careful," Molly instructed, and the twins entered the kitchen door one after the other. "Are you sure you don't want to bring some, Bill? You didn't eat much just now—"

"—No, Mom—"

"Are you sure?" Fred asked with a smirk because he didn't hear the previous conversation, "What if Miss Delacour gets hungry during your 'individual tutoring'?"

"Or can you offer her something better?" George asked with the same smirk.

"I'm going to work," Bill said calmly, but he picked up his pace.

"Oh, she's a French girl, isn't she, Bill?" Molly asked meaningfully.

"She's a French and a quarter Veela girl, Mom, and you know that," Bill yelled back, and Molly pouted, and the twins made a lot of jokes about Big Brother, but he probably didn't. hear.

As the children began to descend, Hermione announced that she was done eating and left the kitchen.Sirius was going to see Buckbeak, so he followed her with Crookshanks in his arms.The big cat usually doesn't like being hugged very much, but it seems to be quite satisfied with its current position.

"Don't worry," he said softly as they walked up the stairs and down the corridor. "We're going to win, and this time too."

"I know." Hermione replied, "Things like this are regular, and it has happened many times in Muggle history. They think that certain types of people are inferior and want to trample them down and clean them up... Such people always end up failing because they are wrong."

As a result, this may be the case, but history will only record a temperatureless number of how many people lost their relatives and homes after the "failure" that submerged here.

"Actually, there is one point that I prefer wizarding society." Hermione said suddenly, "Magic can make up for the weakness of women's strength, and the soil of sexism in the wizarding world is far from as deep as that in Muggle society. Although judging from the number of people, There are still far fewer witches than wizards in high positions, but it's not unusual for witches to compete with wizards."

"Oh." Sirius could only reply, he really didn't know much about it.

"There are other inequalities here, pure-bloods versus Muggle-borns, wizards versus house-elves..." She paused, raising her chin to look at the tall man, "Muggle women took a long time to My mother was one of the first to benefit from the women's liberation movement. If I've learned anything from it, it's that the world doesn't Changed, unless you change it."

The girl's brown eyes glistened in the dim light of the corridor, her breathing was slightly rapid, and her cheekbones flushed with excitement.Crookshanks meowed, and Sirius stroked its fur, speechless for a few seconds.

"It's strange how people don't notice that you're the craziest one," he said. "You disguise yourself well enough, regular Hermione Granger."

"I'd rather focus my rebellion on something good," said Hermione reservedly.

"I'd be more than happy to see you drop everyone's jaws," Sirius said sincerely, "but I'm sure you've done it more than once."

The two parted in front of Hermione's room, and Sirius leaned over to put Crookshanks down.Before leaving, the big cat turned around and rubbed against his legs, as if to further confirm the honor of being a human friend as his own, which is the kind of status Sirius is willing to accept.

(End of the article)