Chapter 715 Dumbledore’s Plan

Apparently, Dumbledore is planning 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 specifically to resist Voldemort. It is composed of some unknown people who are not very compatible, do not 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 1 Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family, it is composed of some people who don't quite match each other, who don't look like heroes, and unknown people, but most of them must be brave and fearless people.

During the 1970s, many Order members died, and several more were killed during the Second Magical Campaign. These are a tough bunch of people. During the Second Battle the headquarters was located at 1 Grimmauld Place, and only the Secret Keeper could tell others where it was; the building was invisible to others. In the sixth film, 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. Therefore, the headquarters was later changed to the Burrow.

We have to admit that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​the only organization that can compete with the Death Eaters on the road to resisting Voldemort.

However, a related point is that although the level of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​very high, it cannot reach the level of Dumbledore. In terms of number comparison, the number of Death Eaters completely crushes the members of the Order of the Phoenix.

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

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

"Okay." Sirius nodded, now Fudge has 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 turned to him and said, "I promise you, but I have to try my best, do you understand?"

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

Sirius held 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 pushed the handle away with his paw and walked out.

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

"I'm ready," Snape replied. He looked a little paler than usual, and his dark, hard eyes shone strangely.

"Well, good luck to you!" said Dumbledore. He watched Snape follow Sirius wordlessly, a look of worry on his face. After a few minutes, Dumbledore spoke again.

"I have to go downstairs, Fanlin is still waiting outside..." Dumbledore said at last. "I'm going to check out what's going on outside, Harry, and drink the rest of the potion. I'll come see you later."

"Wait, Professor Dumbledore..."

"I know what you want to ask, Harry." Dumbledore said, "In fact, there was no accident to Van Lin, but the magic power deficit was severe, which Madam Pomfrey couldn't solve. "

Harry suddenly felt happy.

"What's wrong with Fanlin?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Fan Lin rescued me. I never dared to talk about this before. I was afraid of you..."

"Don't worry, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said, "There is nothing wrong with Fanlin. Fawkes will protect him..."

"What about Cedric?" Harry asked.

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

When Dumbledore left, Harry flopped back onto the pillow with a thud. Hermione, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley all looked at him, but no one said a word for a long moment.

Hermione was relieved. After the girl found out that Moody was a Death Eater in disguise, Hermione was really worried to death. However, with Harry's appearance, Hermione kept refraining from irritating Harry.

This is based on trust in Fanlin. Hermione has always believed that Fanlin will come back, just like he promised her at the beginning.

"You need to take the rest of your medicine, Harry," Mrs. Weasley finally spoke. As she reached for the bottle and cup, she nudged the bag of gold on the bedside table with her elbow.

"Have a good night's sleep. Think about other things...imagine what you're going to buy with your winnings."

"I don't want the gold," Harry said expressionlessly. "You can have it, anyone can have it. I shouldn't have won it. It should have gone to Cedric."

What he had been fighting against since he emerged from the maze now seemed to be overpowering him. He could feel a burning sting in his eyes, and he blinked and looked up at the ceiling.

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

"I asked him to get a cup with me," Harry said.

Dumbledore didn't say anything about Cedric. Naturally, something must have happened to Cedric. In Harry's opinion, it was all his fault.

There was also Fanlin's dangerous situation. If he hadn't asked Cedric to get the cup together, so many bad things wouldn't have happened.

Fan Lin will come to save him and let Hou leave with him. He doesn't even need the Goblet of Fire, they can just use Fox to leave.

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

Mrs. Weasley placed the medicine on the counter beside the bed, bent down, and hugged Harry. He had never had the memory of being hugged like this, just like his mother hugging him. The stress of what he had seen that night dissipated as Mrs. Weasley held him in her arms. His mother's face, his father's voice, the fallen Cedric, and the hungry Fan Lin left in the cemetery... all of this began to gather in his mind, until he couldn't stand it, until he frowned and wanted to disperse it. The wail of that miserable struggle.

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

"I'm sorry," she apologized softly.

"I should have said sorry, I should have said it earlier..."

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

Harry drank it in one gulp. The effect was immediate, a heavy and irresistible sleepiness came over him, he closed his eyes and thought of nothing else.

(The fool is over, this little piece of Harry...) (To be continued)