Hogwarts: I Am Such a Model Wizard

Chapter 599 Non-staff members of the Order of the Phoenix

“Do you know where Kyle used his magic?”

Looking at Hermione's reaction, George said angrily: "The Leaky Cauldron, it's unbelievable!"

"This is impossible!" Hermione blurted out: "I have read in the book that the function of trace silk is to detect magical reactions in an area. In places like the Leaky Cauldron where wizards gather, the Ministry of Magic cannot detect it. Who used magic?"

"But we saw the letter with our own eyes," said Fred.

 “And I confirmed it many times, and I’m absolutely sure I got it right.”

"But…"

Hermione wanted to say something else, but was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley.

"Okay, dear." She took the two people to the kitchen, "Anyway, they are fine now, that's enough.

“I thought you were all hungry. I made beef pies, roast chicken, and all kinds of jam bread…”

Mr. Weasley did not come in with them. "Okay, I have to go."

 “Let’s finish lunch first.”

 “No, there is still a lot of work waiting for me, I can’t leave for too long.”

　　With that said, Mr. Weasley disapparated directly and left.

Fred and George immediately became interested, and they also apparated themselves from the hall to the kitchen.

"That's enough, you two." Mrs. Weasley was startled and shouted loudly: "It's true that you can use magic, but that doesn't mean you have to use magic in everything you do, and I've already said Too many times, stop apparating in the room!"

 “Okay, Mom!” Fred and George responded, and then ran away with a smile on their face.

Based on Kyle’s understanding of the two of them, they probably didn’t take this seriously.

During the meal, Professor Moody and Tonks also came back. Several people sat together, and Mrs. Weasley divided beef pie and mashed potatoes on everyone's plates.

"So you've joined the Order of the Phoenix?" Tonks said cheerfully, her hair turning a bright blonde.

"Actually, I'm not sure either." Kyle said that Dumbledore had not explicitly told him about this, but since Mr. Weasley invited him, it meant that he had obtained Dumbledore's consent in advance.

So, Kyle is not sure whether he is considered a member of the Order of the Phoenix, or is he now a temporary worker?

"It doesn't matter, I think Dumbledore must think you are underage," Tonks said, "just like a few of them."

 She glanced at the three Harrys sitting opposite.

"Wait a minute..." Ron said quickly: "Aren't we members of the Order of the Phoenix yet?"

"Of course not." Tonks said with a smile, "Every official member of the Order of the Phoenix must sign a magical contract. Have you signed it?"

"This..." Ron and Harry looked at each other. They had never seen any magic contract.

"After all, you are still students." Lu Ping said, "But as long as you can be in this house, you are a trustworthy person. When you graduate, you will be able to join the Order of the Phoenix. I guarantee it."

“But that’s still three years away.” Ron sighed, poking at the mashed potatoes on his plate in frustration.

He thought he had joined the Order of the Phoenix and was excited about it for a long time, but in the end he found that the joy was in vain.

"Don't say that, Remus." Tonks' hair turned light pink again, "There are conditions for joining the Order of the Phoenix. What if their grades are too poor and they don't meet the requirements."

"What?" Ron said subconsciously: "It also depends on the results?"

"Of course." Moody said gruffly: "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​to fight against the Death Eaters. If it is not strong enough, it will do nothing. Instead of going to die, it is better to stay in a safer place."

After speaking, he lowered his head and sniffed the beef pie in front of him, as if checking whether it was poisonous.

This move made Mrs. Weasley very dissatisfied.

 “Alastor, I did this all with my own hands.”

Moody said nothing.

Of course he knows this, but habits that have been maintained for decades cannot be changed.

  He won't eat even the food he made himself without checking it again.

Mrs. Weasley angrily gave him the smallest portion of mashed potatoes, probably only a small spoonful.

But Moody’s himself doesn’t care.

 The meal was enjoyed by everyone, and everyone was happy for Kyle and Harry.

Everyone started to serve the food while chatting, and the topic soon moved to Moody and Sirius. "Will you still be going to Hogwarts this year?" Harry asked, "continuing to be the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor."

"I will definitely go." Sirius said without hesitation: "I dare say that the curse must have expired. In this case, there is nothing to worry about."

"Great!" Harry said excitedly, but the next second, he suddenly covered the scar on his forehead with his hand.

It's just that everyone's attention was attracted by Sirius and they didn't notice this.

 “What about you, Alastor?” Tonks asked.

 Moody hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

 After Voldemort's resurrection, he was destined to become very busy. Whether it was to prepare for Voldemort's sneak attack or to investigate the whereabouts of Death Eaters, it would take a lot of time.

But at the same time, the poor Defense Against the Dark Arts of Hogwarts students also worried him.

 After all, they will face Voldemort next, and it is impossible not to have the ability to protect themselves, so he has been hesitating about what to choose recently.

As for Sirius...to be honest, he is very good, but his teaching ability is a bit average, and he can only be considered barely qualified.

"Let's wait and see." Moody cut a small piece of pie with a table knife and put it in his mouth, and said, "Maybe Dumbledore can find a better professor."

 “I think it’s unlikely.” Kyle muttered quietly.

 Although it is unclear what will happen this year, the curse should not end.

And under normal circumstances, no one would want to take this job. If there is, it must be that he forced a friend to come over.

Anyway, Dumbledore has many friends. If he catches one a year, it will definitely be fine for another fifty or sixty years.

 In a cheerful atmosphere, the lunch gradually came to an end.

 After that, Tonks and Moody went back to the Ministry of Magic, and Kyle found Sirius who was chatting with Lupin.

 “What did you say? Collection of books?”

"That's right." Kyle nodded, "The Black family has been passed down for so long, so there must be a lot of books here. I want to take a look."

"Well, let me think about it..." Sirius frowned slightly and thought hard for a long time, but he couldn't remember where the books at home were.

He did know that there was a study room upstairs, which was his grandfather's room. There was probably a wall of books in it, but those were definitely not what Kyle wanted.

 “Kreacher, Kreacher!” Sirius shouted, clueless.

He doesn’t know, but he’s not the only one here.

Soon, Kreacher, the house elf, appeared in front of him.

“Master Sirius, Master Kyle.” The elf bowed and said, looking very excited, “Do you want to eat raspberry biscuits?”

"We have already had dinner." Sirius said casually, and then asked: "Do you know where the books here are... It's not a study room, it's the same kind of place as a library."

"Of course Kreacher knows," the elf said proudly, "The old master specifically told Kreacher to protect it no matter what, and said it is the most important wealth of the Black family."

Kreacher suddenly started sobbing: "Master Regulus' favorite thing before was going to the library, and now Master Sirius finally asked Kreacher."

 A flash of embarrassment flashed across Sirius' face.

 To be honest, if Kyle hadn't asked, he might never have thought of finding where the library was.

But seeing the house elf's nose dripping with tears, he was really embarrassed to tell the truth.

"Yes, yes." Sirius said with wandering eyes, "Please take us there, we want to go inside and have a look."

The elf glanced at Kyle, the expression on his face seemed to be struggling and hesitant.

 Because someone had told me before that only people from the Black family could go to that place.

"how."

Since Kreacher never responded, Sirius couldn't help but frown and said, "Can't we go?"

"Of course there is no problem." The elf made a decision in his mind immediately, "Although Master Kyle is not from the Black family, he has brought Master Regulus back, and even if the old master knew it, he would definitely agree.

“Kreacher will take you there right now!”

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 (End of this chapter)