Number 12 Grimmauld Square, located in the northwest of London, England, was very lively these days.
After the Burrow was burned to ashes by the Death Eaters, the homeless Weasley family accepted Sirius' invitation and temporarily moved to Blake's ancestral home. After confirming that the Mystery Man had been chased away, the Order of the Phoenix could not help but let down their guard and chose this place which, in theory, had a few hidden dangers. As insurance, the light wizard Dumbledore also chose to stay here temporarily to protect Harry.
Fortunately, after Kriche could no longer provide services, the Blake family got a Dexterous Hand Robot as their nanny. Otherwise, Mrs. Weasley alone would not be able to bear such heavy housework. Other than that, only Harry, Jenny, and the Tonks who occasionally came to help could help Mrs. Weasley share some of the burden.
Correspondingly, there were still a few days left before his birthday. For Harry, this should be the most lively birthday he had ever had in his life.
After entering the Hogwarts, before he was in third grade, he had almost always hidden in No. 4 Privet Drive alone to celebrate his birthday. The Dursleys would give him clothes hooks, old socks and the like as gifts. It was only after he met Allen and Flaig that he began to have birthday experiences like a normal child. It was only after he met Sirius in third grade that he spent his birthdays with his godfather and godchild. Although he was much happier than when he was a child, it was still very rare for so many people to gather together like this year.
But these days, in this Blake's ancestral home, the members of the Order of the Phoenix who were constantly coming in and out made Harry constantly hear about those who were arrested and treated in St. Mungo's Magic Hospital. Harry only felt a heavy weight in his heart. An indescribable sense of sadness and guilt pressed down on him until he could not breathe.
This morning, Harry walked into the basement kitchen with heavy steps. The walls were rough stone all around, there was a fireplace at the furthest corner, and iron pots were hanging from the ceiling. There was also a table and many chairs that could accommodate many people. Mr. Weasley's family was already sitting on it.
Looking at the smiling faces that beckoned him to sit, Harry avoided them and lowered his head. He only felt that the corners of his eyes were a little sour. The humble home that had been brought to his family over the years had now been completely burned down. Mr. Weasley's family could only temporarily stay with Sirius — and all this was for him.
"Be careful, Harry." George moved a chair in front of Harry to avoid the fate of Harry's knee hitting the chair.
"Oh, thank you, George …" Harry could not help but glance at the side of George's head. Thanks to Mrs. Weasley's meticulous care, Mrs. Weasley's wound. Harry was still not used to it, although Harry was, Harry, he was still not used to it, although the twins made many jokes, jokes, "sorry …"
"You don't have to tell him every day … Besides, no one will mistake us for someone else now." "George, you shouldn't stop me. We're not exactly the same. It's a lot less fun."
George pressed down on Fred's wand. "If you do that, I think Angelina will cut off my other ear too."
Harry's heart sank. He remembered seeing Fred gesturing at his own ear in front of the mirror for the past few days. He had thought that he was just feeling sorry for George, but now he realized that Fred wanted to imitate George and do the same to his own ear.
Arthur Weasley, who had fully recovered from the injuries caused by the Torture Spell, turned around nimbly. "This isn't funny, Fred." Arthur stared at his twin for a long time. He thought that his son might really do something so stupid. "If you mention it again, I'll tell your mother about it and let Molly deal with you."
Fred nervously and half-heartedly said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, Dad."
Not long after, both sides of the table were filled. As the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, members of the Order of the Phoenix often came to eat because of research. Sirius leaned back in his chair absentmindedly and watched as Lupin helped Molly and Tonks with the breakfast they had prepared from the kitchen, which was connected to the dining room.
"Jenny, help me send this to Dumbledore. He's probably lost in his thoughts again … Don't disturb him. Just put it in his room." Molly put a lot of toffee finger cakes on a plate. They were a type of food that was very similar to chocolate sponge cakes, but they had toffee inside and were crispier.
Jenny took the plate from across the table. "He doesn't seem to be in a good mental state recently … Tonks too. I didn't know she liked reading so much …"
"Jenny, sorry to trouble you. Just put it on the table …" Dumbledore's voice rang out as he walked into the basement. "Sorry, Molly. I've been letting your delicious food down these days."
"You should rest more. You look too tired … But you came just in time. Minister Abusi and Lunn Harris refused to bend the rules …" Kingsley Sharkel's deep voice rang out. "But they didn't suffer. They're just restricted in prison."
"Because of the Wizard TV, everyone knows the cause and effect of this operation … The Ministry of Magic can't be biased for the sake of the Order of the Phoenix …" Lupin frowned. "Our operation this time did violate the confidentiality laws. It made the Ministry of Magic very passive in front of the International Union of Wizards and Wizards …"
"The pure-blood families … including some of my own relatives from the Shackle Family …" Kingsley rubbed his forehead. "After Alan Harris defeated the Mystery in such a domineering manner, their internal opinions were divided. Some people thought that Harris was unstoppable and planned to surrender. They thought that if they couldn't stop Harris' teaching, they might as well directly support his actions and try to catch up with this reform as soon as possible to minimize their losses and ensure their own status. Some people became hysterical in despair. You saw what they said in the magazine. In this situation where Harris just defeated the Mystery and his reputation is at its peak, they tried to use the umbrella to buy Hogsmeade in order to squeeze out the wealth of the wizards. They attacked with such a trivial reason …"
"They supported me first, then I failed. After that, some people tried to place their hopes on Tom. Now, even Tom has failed … They don't know how to stop Harris's reform, but they are not convinced …" Dumbledore sighed. "It's not just the Umbrella … I just received news from the centaurs that a wizard told them that the reform of the Hogwarts would affect their survival. They asked about my situation … The pureblood families seem to want to create more trouble for Allen by inciting the non-humans and the Hogwarts against each other."
"Most of the people in the Order of the Phoenix can have their sentences reduced. Except for the crazy man, the rest will be squatted for a while …" Sirius' voice suddenly rang out.
For a moment, everyone stopped eating and looked at Sirius.
"Harris invited me to take up a position in the Ministry of Magic. I took the opportunity to raise this condition so that the arrested members of the Order of the Phoenix could have their sentences reduced." Sirius spread out his hands and said casually, "But the crazy man's mouth is too foul, so they refused."
Harry felt that the bacon in his mouth was hard to swallow. Sirius loved freedom so much, how could he stand the restrictions of the Ministry of Magic?
"It's okay Harry, I'm going to the Magical Creatures Management and Control Department managed by Josephine Harris … It's a coincidence, I just happened to choose the centaur office …" Sirius looked at the depressed Harry and said casually, "No centaur would use this service, so the work is very free. In fact, according to the usual practice, if anyone from the Ministry of Magic is sent to this department, they're not far from being fired …"
"But Sirius, I don't think there's anything coincidental about Harris …" Kingsley shook his head, "Also, they allowed the pureblood families to attack them on the issue of wealth … I'm worried that the pureblood families will go one step further and tarnish their reputation. I heard from a student I taught in the past that Harris is actually investigating some insignificant evidence of those families' crimes … I don't understand why both sides are using these things to wrangle."
"Ugh … Cough …" Ron made a strange sound to interrupt everyone. He frowned and spat out the chicken in his mouth, "Ugh … Mom, this chicken is still raw and bloody."
Her brother's unrefined appearance made Jenny lean towards Harry in disgust.
"What you're eating should be my portion." Bill's face still had a few hideous scars. He switched his untouched plate with Ron's, "Meat is juicier and tastier when it's raw. I've been liking it lately." Bill keenly sensed Harry's grip on the table knife and said nonchalantly, "The wolfsbane potion developed by the Umbrella Corporation is very effective. I won't turn into a werewolf. It's not a big deal other than changing the taste of my food."
"And Harry, Fred and I are actually responsible for the problem with the shack. The fireworks we made for the mystery man angered him." George was a little annoyed by Harry's nagging, so he took the opportunity to persuade him.
"No one really left us because of this; that's something worth celebrating. Also, if it weren't for the fact that the therapists at St. Mungo Hospital were so careful, Professor Mag, I think she would've been discharged a long time ago …" Arthur raised his glass to Harry.
"Harry, what is the purpose of living?" Dumbledore's kind voice came out of his mouth gently. He noticed Harry's confused gaze and smiled, "What I want to say is … I mean, if I keep looking back, I won't be able to see what's ahead. It's these consequences that made us who we are today. We live with the consequences, understand?"
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