The Charles Becomes a Wizard

"It shouldn't be that serious, right?" Charles felt that Lucius's statement was a bit exaggerated.

In his heart, he was somewhat afraid of the once-famous Order of the Phoenix under Dumbledore, so before preparing to take action against Dumbledore, Charles had thought of several ways to contain the Order of the Phoenix.

As a result, he has done nothing now, and Lucius told him that the Order of the Phoenix is ​​actually just an empty shell...

Although Ciel didn't think Lucius would lie about such a serious issue, wasn't this reversal a bit too outrageous?

Seeing that Charles seemed a little skeptical, Lucius began to seriously analyze to him the manpower Dumbledore could currently command.

As for why he knew who the members of the Order of the Phoenix were...

Lucius, who was a Death Eater back then, was brought to trial by those "heroes" themselves!

Even though he was not thrown into Azkaban like the others, it still cost a lot of gold Galleons to get him out of trouble!

Lucius has always believed that revenge is a traditional virtue of the Malfoy family, so after successfully escaping the crime, he certainly would not let those "heroes" go. Even if it is not easy to kill them directly due to various reasons, he can still make their daily lives miserable with just a flick of his finger.

Otherwise, how could the Weasley family, who had participated in the division of the "spoils" back then, become penniless for no reason? How could the Longbottom branch have the confidence to plunder the property of the main family?

"What else?" After listening to Lucius' analysis, Charles spoke with some difficulty.

"If nothing unexpected happens, that's all." Lucius gave Charles an affirmative look.

"..." Ciel opened his mouth, then reached out and took the list that Sebastian had written down.

Looking at the short list of a dozen names, he couldn't help but sigh, "This is really, a little too few."

But it seems that the Order of the Phoenix was indeed supported by Dumbledore alone.

Look at the members of the Order of the Phoenix, Aurors, Squibs, thieves, werewolves, bartenders... their identities and professions are varied. The Order of the Phoenix seems to be very inclusive, but these people are not so easy to manage. Once Dumbledore's leadership is lost, the entire organization will disappear in an instant.

But Dumbledore is already old, and he obviously realizes this, so he tries every means to train a savior before he dies.

He wanted to train an heir for himself, who would follow his will, carry on his ideas, and protect the safety of the entire wizarding world on his behalf.

"However, Mr. Dumbledore is really conceited." Charles, who had noticed Dumbledore's intention early on, sneered and casually stuffed the list back into Sebastian's hands.

"So conceited that it's annoying."

So, judging from the current situation, even if a war really breaks out, both sides of the war will not have a total of 50 people. Why did he make so many arrangements before? !

......

The person being discussed, Dumbledore, did not stay in the Ministry of Magic for too long. He greeted the old guys in the Wizengamot, tried to find out the reason why Charles was acquitted (although he found nothing), and then left as quickly as he had appeared.

His figure soon appeared in the Hog's Head Inn, a pub located at the corner of Hogsmeade village. It was hundreds of years old and looked dirty and small. Everything here was dirty, with thick dirt accumulated on the windows, the floor and even the wine bottles. As it was still afternoon, there were not many customers in the bar, and the few who were there covered their faces with hoods.

Dumbledore pushed open the door of the bar and walked towards the stairs without looking around. The rather sloppy-looking owner behind the bar muttered something in a low voice, then vigorously wiped the equally dirty bar with the stained rag in his hand.

There was an inn on the second floor of the bar. Dumbledore walked up the creaking wooden stairs and entered the third room on the left.

He sat on the only chair in the room and sighed deeply, his old face full of fatigue that could not be concealed. However, when he heard the sound coming from the door, the fatigue on his face quickly dissipated.

"You are here, Severus." said the old man with white hair and beard.

Snape took off his hood, revealing his yellow and thin face. He glanced at the shabby and dirty room with a sinister look of disdain: "Merlin's pink dress. I wonder what the great Albus Dumbledore wants me to do next?"

Snape thought that Dumbledore called him to this place because he wanted to return to Hogwarts Castle.

But Snape is currently very satisfied with his life in Hogwarts. Since the school changed its headmaster, he no longer needs to revise those nonsense papers every day and night, nor does he need to find ways to cram those overly simple knowledge into the brains of those little trolls whose heads are full of sphinxes, nor does he need to waste his few rest time to brew the necessary potions for the hospital wing. Even the arrogant and ignorant savior has been much more obedient after Dumbledore left...

With the help of two teaching assistants, he had enough free time to study and improve his beloved potions.

Snape, who had a rare few days of comfortable life, didn't want to go back to the time when Dumbledore was still the headmaster, so there was inevitably a hint of sarcasm in his words.

Dumbledore was stunned for a moment, then waved his wand and turned the candlestick on the table into a chair, "Don't worry Severus, you should take a rest first."

Before Snape could move, the tightly closed door was pushed open again. The visitor leaned lazily against the door frame and grinned at Snape.

"Snotlout is here too."

Snape cursed him sharply.

Then his spell was deflected by another spell.

"Is this all you can do?" Sirius raised his eyebrows and looked at Snape with malicious eyes: "This is not a school. I will not show mercy."

"Ha." Snape sneered sarcastically.

"What do you mean?!" Sirius instantly exploded.

"I thought your self-awareness hadn't been eaten away by the Dementors yet."

"you!"

The tense atmosphere between the two made Dumbledore feel his head buzzing.

If it were before, Dumbledore actually didn't take the hostile attitude of the two people to heart, thinking that it was just a small quarrel between children. As long as they had the same stance and goal, some friction in daily interactions was inevitable. At least with him watching, it wouldn't get too ugly. But now was no longer the time to allow them to deepen their prejudices.