HP meets at Hogwarts

"Of course," said Dumbledore, putting down the teacup in his hand, "I think you should know about Amelia Bones?"

Ann nodded, her voice lowered a lot, "I never thought that senior officials of the Ministry of Magic would be killed. Do you know why Voldemort wanted to kill her?"

"I think he may be planning to invade the Ministry of Magic," said Dumbledore. "This is just his beginning. After all, if he wants to rule the wizarding world, he must not bypass the Ministry of Magic."

"You mean the Ministry of Magic is not safe now?"

"No, at least the Ministry of Magic is safe now. There are not many people available under Voldemort." Dumbledore said, "He can't do everything by himself, and this process is also very challenging for him, Dementor Can't help him manage it, and of course the giant won't..."

"Okay..." Ann looked a little more relaxed.

"Oh, Ann, I have something to tell you here," said Dumbledore, "your uncle officially joined the Order of the Phoenix last month."

Ann was not surprised, on the contrary she bent a smile, "Sure enough, I knew that Aaron would definitely join it." She glanced at Dumbledore and continued, "I know the Order of the Phoenix is ​​dangerous, after all So many people in the Order of the Phoenix died in the fight against Voldemort more than a decade ago, but I wouldn't be the type to tell Aaron not to go."

"Besides," Ann said, "Gryffindors are a group of people whose persuasion is useless. I have already experienced a lot about this."

"I take it as a compliment to Gryffindor," said Dumbledore.

Ann curled her lips, "After all, Professor, did you discover something new when you came here this afternoon? And what happened to your hand?"

"Oh, back to the question again," said Dumbledore, "well, let me talk about it. Ann, how much do you know about this ring?"

He shrugged and held out his uninjured hand, which had a ring on it.The ring was large, crudely made of what seemed to be gold, and set with a heavy black stone with a crack in the middle.

Ann took a look and sat down on the soft armchair opposite Dumbledore.

"I remember I told you last time..." Ann said, but the look in Dumbledore's eyes obviously made her say it again, "Well, I only know that there is such a ring, it is one of the Horcruxes, It has very powerful black magic, ah, and, you told me last time, its name is Marvologunte's ring... Is there something wrong?"

"There's nothing wrong in general..." Dumbledore took his hand back again, rubbing the ring with his injured hand again and again.

At that moment, Ann swore that she clearly saw confusion and loss in Dumbledore's eyes.

"The only thing missing is that it is not only a Horcrux, but also a Hallow." Dumbledore said, "The stone on it is the Resurrection Stone in the Three Hallows of Death."

"What?" Ann exclaimed, jumping up from the chair, "You mean the resurrection stone in the story of the three brothers?"

Dumbledore nodded. "When I got the ring, I found it. I put it on."

The words were very short, but Ann took a deep breath. She was stunned for a while before uttering a sentence from the back of her throat, "You, who do you want to resurrect?"

"My sister, Ariana." Dumbledore said with his head bowed, his blue eyes lost their brilliance and became dim, and his tone was so low that Ann had never heard before.

Ann opened her mouth, she wanted to ask about Ariana, but seeing Dumbledore's appearance, she finally just froze for a while and then nestled into the chair.

Silence, the study was silent for a while.

It took a long time for Dumbledore to raise his head. He said thank you to Ann. Ann shook her head and asked, "Then what are you going to do? The consequences of your injury must be serious..."

"I made a mistake when I was young, but I didn't expect to make the same mistake when I was old." Dumbledore seemed to have a wry smile. "When you are old, maybe you should consider retiring..."

"What do you mean?" Ann asked warily.

"I want you to be the head of the Order of the Phoenix." Dumbledore said, his tone regained his composure.

Ann jumped up from the chair again, yelling, "No, it's impossible!"

"Oh, you will," said Dumbledore.

Ann shook her head vigorously, "It's absolutely impossible, I won't pick up this hot potato."

"No, you will," Dumbledore said firmly.

"No!" An's voice became louder, but fortunately, the study room was cast with a soundproof spell.

"Yes." Dumbledore said, looking at Ann.

Ann stared at Dumbledore, and spit out a word, "No."

Dumbledore seemed more certain than before, his tone softened a lot, "Yes, I know, Ann, you will. After I die, you will do it, you will help Harry, Hermione, Ron's."

Ann seemed to be choked by someone suddenly. She stared at Dumbledore with wide eyes, but then stomped her feet vigorously and said angrily, "You! You!! You are irresponsible!"

"I told you, be careful! But you still did it, and you still plan to let me be the president of the Order of the Phoenix, so what will you do in the future? Just follow the plot?"

Ann roared loudly, her eyes turned red, "They all said that the person Voldemort fears the most is you! You are the most powerful and smartest wizard in the wizarding world now!? Can't you think of other ways to kill the damn Voldemort? ?”

"At the moment there is no other way..."

"How could there be no way? Go find Voldemort, aren't you stronger than him? Kill him!!!"

"I'm old," said Dumbledore, "and I only have one year to live, and, you know, Ann, simply killing him won't kill him, he has Horcruxes. Besides, if he can make it easy I found it, and so many Aurors in the Ministry of Magic have already found it."

"You, you!" An gasped, looking like a cat driven into a corner and frantic, "If I had known this, why would I tell you, ah? You actually wanted to follow the plot, if I had known I'd better fly away early!"

Dumbledore shook his head, "You won't. You chose the way you are now, Ann!"

"I didn't choose a way to die!" An said angrily, "I don't understand, I told you the plot, why should I follow it?"

"We didn't follow it, it's just that it's the best way under the circumstances," Dumbledore said, "Ann, the way you chose can save many people."

Ann blew up and said out loud, "I don't care..."

"You care, Ann, you care about a lot of people," said Dumbledore, "otherwise you wouldn't feel sorry for Cedric and me..."

"I'm not sorry for anyone! No!!"

Dumbledore looked at Ann with his deep blue eyes under his half-moon lenses, "We all have someone we care about, Ann. When you made your choice, you actually knew it in your heart."

An stared at Dumbledore, and didn't roar any more, only the veins on his forehead were throbbing.

Taking a deep breath, taking a deep breath, Ann finally sat down on the armchair like a rooster defeated in a fight, "But it shouldn't be on this road..."

"I never said to go down a certain road," said Dumbledore, "We can only stand in the present, look at the current situation, and make the best choice."

"And it cannot be denied that I cannot think of a better choice than what you have told me," said Dumbledore.

Ann was silent for a while before muttering, "You will die..."

"Death is not something I fear, I have lived long enough," said Dumbledore, "and my death is not without good."

"Many people will die..."

"It's true that there will be casualties in war, but I think you can save a lot of people."

"I don't have that much ability, I'm just an ordinary person."

Dumbledore shook his head, "I don't think ordinary people would tell me these things, and, Ann, just do your best, I believe you."

Ann pursed her lips, and rubbed her hair irritably, and her hair became messy.

"It's this damned inexplicable trust again," Ann said sternly, looking at Dumbledore. "Do you Gryffindors like to trust people inexplicably so much? Are you not afraid that I will walk away? I can do it." When you go to China to live, you don’t have to worry about the mess here.”

Dumbledore bent a smile, "We only trust those who are trustworthy, and we seldom make mistakes."

Seeing Dumbledore's smile, Ann really wanted to give Dumbledore a punch, but in the end, she let out a long breath of foul air in her chest, "If you want me to be the president of the Order of the Phoenix, how many do I have?" Request." She glanced at Dumbledore, who nodded.

"First, I don't want to reveal my identity now, I have to choose to reveal my identity at the right time; second, I want to know the information of all members, and clean it up when it's right; third, they must be steadfast at critical times Listen to me." An said, tilting her head and added, "There may be more, are you sure the Order of the Phoenix can satisfy you?"

"It's all reasonable." Dumbledore said, "I don't think there's any problem. So, let's start now." He took out a small square wooden thing from his pocket, "This little seal Here it is for you, the president. It can notify the members, and it can also send messages to the members."

"Now?"

"Yes, maybe tomorrow night you need to attend an internal meeting of the Order of the Phoenix, the address has not yet been confirmed, because there is a little problem at 12 Grimmauld Place. Oh, yes, I need you to do it with me tonight One thing, we're going to pick Harry up at the Burrow."

"Why?" Ann took the small piece of wood, and it turned out to be something like a seal, with a simplified version of a phoenix engraved on it, and 26 English letters engraved around it.

"The place where Harry lives is under a spell, and the uninformed cannot find it, but no doubt, you need to know where Harry lives..."

Ann raised her eyebrows, "Well, I've never been to Privet Drive, when will I go? Do you want to have dinner here? Ah, how can I tell Dinah at night, she doesn't know... "

"I'd be happy to settle that," said Dumbledore, "as a reward for my staying to dinner?"

Ann pouted, "Okay, what would you like to have for dinner?"

"If you cook it yourself, Ann, I'd like to eat Chinese food." Dumbledore blinked and said, "I heard that Ann, your cooking skills are very good, and all the house elves in the Hogwarts kitchen appreciate you add."

Ann glanced at Dumbledore, then glanced at Dumbledore's withered hand inadvertently.

"All right…"

The author has something to say:

I thought about this turning point when I wrote the first part, and it should be such a turning point.