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Chapter 44 The Order of the Phoenix Party

Sherlock didn't know what happened in Hogwarts.

At eleven o'clock in the morning, Sherlock and Professor McGonagall gathered in Dumbledore's principal's office after finishing today's class, ready to go to an unknown location.

"I must first emphasize to you Sherlock, after the Mysterious Man completely fell, there is no Order of the Phoenix, we are just a group of like-minded friends who gather occasionally, not an organization specially created for a certain purpose. "

Dumbledore's principal's office, Professor McGonagall said with a serious face.

Sherlock nodded flatly on the surface, indicating that he knew, but in fact, he still couldn't help complaining in his heart.

Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall, who is usually rigid and upright, would be flexible in certain things.

But it's better not to emphasize it like this. Anyone with a slightly normal mind knows that what you say confirms certain things even more.

Dumbledore, who was standing up from his chair, couldn't help but shook his head with a smile when he heard what Professor McGonagall said.

"That's not necessary, Minerva, you can definitely explain these words to him more clearly."

He turned his gaze to Sherlock, those sapphire blue eyes were clear and bright, but they contained some special meaning.

"The last time you came to me to apply for membership, I told you about Sherlock. The original purpose of the Phoenix Order was to fight against him and his believers. Our partners include many people, wizards, squibs, Aurors, bartenders and even thieves, but we all share the same ideal, which is to defeat his power"

"You know what happened after that. He failed, and the forces under him disappeared. Therefore, some officials in the magic world, especially the Ministry of Magic, were very worried about the power that they could not control in the Order of the Phoenix. So in order to reassure them, we It was decided to temporarily silence the Order of the Phoenix at that time and fade out of people's sight."

"But I didn't disband it. Everyone would come back from various places every once in a while, meet and chat, talk about their lives, keep everyone in touch at any time, until necessary, the one that has disappeared from people's eyes The Order of the Phoenix, will reappear intact, do you know why?"

Facing Dumbledore's question, Sherlock thought for a moment before coming up with an answer, and he spoke softly.

"Because the danger has not really been eliminated, that person may make a comeback."

Dumbledore affirmed his words, but changed one of the words seriously.

"It's not a possibility, but a certainty. I don't hope that the entire magic world will be helpless by then, so we need to gather strength."

Sherlock nodded solemnly.

After really getting in touch with Dumbledore, his impression of the old man is gradually changing.

At first, because the first impression came from the commentary of the movie that added private goods, he thought that the headmaster of Hogwarts was a very scheming person.

But judging from the time of getting along with him, he does have scheming and city government, but it doesn't make people feel disgusted at all.

There is no dispute that Dumbledore is a very charismatic old man. He will do many things in private without telling you, but you can completely believe that everything he does will not harm anyone.

At the same time, he will tell you all about things that other people think should be concealed, explain the reasons clearly to you, and know why he did this.

He does not hide that he will make some unknown preparations, nor does he hypocritically show his kindness and integrity.

The overall feeling for Sherlock is not bad.

Dumbledore stretched out his arm, and the phoenix, which had been standing on the golden branch by the door, stood on his shoulders with its fiery red wings.

"Grab my sleeve, Sherlock."

Sherlock and Professor McGonagall stood on the left and right sides of Dumbledore, and they grabbed his sleeves together, and then accompanied by the long cry of Phoenix Fawkes, golden and red flames surrounded them.

The next second, Sherlock and the three of them reappeared in front of a dilapidated and simple house.

As soon as their feet stepped on the solid ground, they heard a happy voice remembering from a distance.

"Hurry up Arthur, Dumbledore and the others are here, and everyone is already here. Take out the apple pie I made inside, set the tableware, and the banquet can start right away."

This voice was very familiar even to Sherlock.

Soon he knew where Dumbledore had taken them - the home of the Weasleys.

Mrs. Weasley, who came forward to greet her, had a smile on her face, but after seeing Sherlock, she suddenly froze.

Dumbledore walked over with Sherlock and Professor McGonagall with a smile on his face.

"What's the matter, Molly, Sherlock Forrest, you don't know him anymore?"

Only then did Mrs. Weasley come back to her senses. She looked at Sherlock and then at Dumbledore, her voice even stuttering.

"No, no, Dumbledore, we met in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation, but you said you would bring a new friend here today, and this person is Sherlock?"

Her abnormal behavior made Sherlock feel a little strange. Judging from Mrs. Weasley's enthusiasm for him in Diagon Alley, she shouldn't be happy knowing that she joined the Order of the Phoenix and became a like-minded partner, right? ?
Dumbledore shook his head slightly and patted her on the shoulder.

"Wait a minute, I will explain the reason to everyone when we are having dinner together."

Out of absolute trust in Dumbledore, Mrs. Weasley didn't say much, she smiled again, looked at Sherlock and said.

"It's the first time you've come to my house as a guest, kid. Come and visit. Bill is coming back today to prepare for Christmas. I'll ask him to show you around."

Sherlock could feel that her smile was a bit forced, but he didn't ask any more questions at this time, and the answer would be revealed when the dinner party started.

Hearing Mrs. Weasley's shout, a tall figure and Weasley's characteristic red hair came out of the house, with a long ponytail and an earring on his ear, which looked very cool from the outside young wizard.

When the wizard saw Sherlock, a bright smile appeared on his face.

"Long time no see, Sherlock, although you may not be familiar with me, can I call you that?"

Sherlock nodded. Judging from Mrs. Weasley's address and the wizard's age, he had already guessed that this was the eldest son of the Weasley family—William Arthur Weasley.

But everyone called him Bill Weasley.

(End of this chapter)