[HP]Aluet

"He found that Galleon." My eyes kept drifting out of the window. "We need to change our method."

My brain can't filter anything, including Dumbledore's words.My thoughts were racing, and all I could see were Riddle's indifferent eyes and his wand pointed straight at me.Maybe the death curse that I didn't say will ring in my ears next time.

He really wanted to kill me, and I'd never really thought about it before.

If Orion hadn't happened to meet him, I'm afraid Riddle's brief hesitation would soon come to an end.

I can't handle the sadness that is welling up in my heart, even though it's all my choice-I should have expected this ending.

But even so, I never thought of killing him.

Maybe that's where the despair comes from.

Orion shouldn't have saved me.He shouldn't care about it—what kind of favor is he paying, he obviously owes me nothing.

No one should save me—I should have heard that spell come from Riddle's mouth.

"Maybe if no one saves me, I can go to hell again..." I moved the corners of my mouth bitterly.

"No, the Killing Curse will not damage your soul, you will really experience death instead of going to hell again." Dumbledore said, "You need to calm down, Ashley."

"No—" I shook my head.Dumbledore didn't understand what it was that really upset me - but I forced my mind to turn on the subject when he said, "It's not clear what he'd do with the 'Key' if he really If you can get multiple opportunities in this way, then it will probably be a matter of time before you pass the eighth floor. So where is that mysterious field? What kind of form does it take to get everything you want-these We don’t know, and the unknown is the scariest thing.”

Dumbledore walked slowly to my side, and put his hand on my shoulder comfortingly, conveying from it the calm emotion that belongs to an elder who is not alarmed.

"The last thing we need to fear is the unknown, Ashley. We just need to live in the present and do what we can for everything we know, and that's enough." He said, "Wisdom is always more useful than shortcuts."

I turned my head to look at Dumbledore, and felt a little relief and stability for a while.

"I have a plan." His eyes were shining at any time, "We have enough time since the outbreak of the war to draw conclusions from various events. Eugenina Jenkins After the turmoil caused by Squibs and pure-blood wizards, facing the rise of dark wizards, they are already in disarray. There are also Tom's people hiding in the Ministry of Magic. In addition, there are not a few hard-liners, including corrupt officials... We We can't count on the leadership, but we can turn our attention to the masses. Tom can use Squibs to stir up conflicts against mainstream wizards' dissatisfaction, so we can also gather forces from all sides. This power has no distinction between groups, classes, and limits , there is no requirement, it can be anyone—anyone who is brave enough to fight, who desires peace."

I nodded and agreed with him: "This is indeed a good way. We can form a group to fight against 'Voldemort', and this group needs to hide in the dark and not be killed by Death Eaters—or, Not to be noticed by anyone else. The Ministry of Magic is exposed in the open to divert attention. A secret group like us can have many opportunities to obtain information, implement plans, and find suitable opportunities to attack Riddle's forces, making them invisible and predictable. not."

"Yes." He picked up my words. "However, we need a security measure and a main gathering place."

I frowned and thought for a moment.

"How about..." I hesitated, "Use my father's house... No one has set foot there for a long time, and Riddle knows I'm not there, so if you need a secret place now, I'm afraid it's safer there. "

He lowered his head and considered for a while before agreeing to the proposal.So he picked up the quill and started writing.

"Go and bring it to Ephias Georgie." He stroked Fox's feathers a few times, rolled up the note, and stuffed it into Fox's paw.When Fox's red figure disappeared into the sky, Dumbledore's stern expression relaxed a little, and he showed a smile - since the outbreak of the war, I have rarely seen him smile.

"I don't know if you feel the same way, Ashley, I'm suddenly a little excited - not because of the war itself, but because we have found a right way to deal with it," he said.

To be honest, I did feel the same way—the blood was throbbing all over my body, and my limbs were tense and trembling slightly, though I didn't know why.

"It's been a long time, I haven't seen my old friends." His eyes sparkled, and his now white beard trembled imperceptibly, "And... those lovely old students." He even brought Put on a joking lighthearted tone.

So I followed him with a smile.

"Aisley, you have to understand..."

I listened carefully.

"This is our weapon." Those mysterious blue eyes stared at me with an impenetrable meaning, "We are confident, we have what our enemies don't have...so all problems will be solved in the end .”

I blinked my eyes half understanding.

"You'll understand, because you have it too, Ashley, and it's never gone."

I didn't ask anything, just cast my gaze out the window, in the same direction that Dumbledore was looking in the distance.

What is Dumbledore thinking now?I have no idea.

But I know what I'm thinking.I thought about what I got from the beginning to the end, in this Hogwarts, which is not really a "home" but has almost all the warmth and beauty in my memory.

The answer is obvious.

See, Riddle, I'm never alone in making myriad difficult choices.Even if I will be your enemy for life, even if our wands are always pointed at each other.

But, why don't you go into the sunshine with me...

I lowered my eyes, my heart throbbing in pain.

Tom Riddle, will he understand this?

Maybe he only has my betrayal in his eyes.

At night, as the sky was getting dark and the moon was over the treetops, we traveled to Surrey, where my father Andrek lived in London, to dissolve the warding spell.So it temporarily became a gathering place for secret groups.

He summoned a few people, and besides me, Minerva, and Hagrid, there were three strange faces—Benji Fenwick, Edgar Burns, and Alastor Moody—who They are probably all he knows and trusts.But as far as I know, the person named Ephias Georgie who he sent the letter to before did not arrive, and his physical condition does not seem to be very good. He is a student of the same class as Dumbledore, and he is already Very high.Dumbledore didn't ask him to come here, but just explained some important things in the letter.

"Voldemort's staff in the Ministry of Magic, I'm afraid you need to pay more attention, Alastor, I'm not sure if there will be any of his people among the Aurors." Dumbledore said to a man with a messy hair and a round face.Although I know that this Moody is not a villain, after all, Dumbledore called this man over just after the mysterious team was founded—but he always has a fierce look, and his black bead-like eyes are round and round. , making me a little afraid to observe him carefully.

"Hagrid," Dumbledore turned to Hagrid, pondering for a moment, "I was thinking, maybe you can go find the giants and ask them if they would like to join the camp against Voldemort."

It dawned on me that Hagrid has giant blood, maybe he can really win over some giant forces.

Before leaving, Dumbledore re-set a powerful protection spell on the house, and added another loyalty spell, and the seven of us gathered here act as secret keepers, as long as this secret is not revealed, No one else here will know.

"Shouldn't we come up with a proper name for this organization?" I asked as we returned to Hogwarts with Dumbledore and Minerva.

Dumbledore just nodded and said nothing.We follow Dumbledore into his office where he gets Georgie's reply from Fox.After reading the reply letter carefully, he put the letter on the table and began to rethink my question.

"Let's call it the Order of the Phoenix, how about it?" He gently stroked the fur on Fox's head, he looked a little tired, closed his eyes and lowered his head, soon his body began to tremble, and he flew off the table, The brazier stood by--I watched in amazement as its feathers were scorched black by the flames, and it began to slowly reduce to ashes--but Dumbledore just watched in silence.Then, a golden beak and a small head poked out from the flames, and I saw it again in its entirety, with fiery red and gorgeous feathers growing, Fox flew out of it, and circled the whole room twice circle, and finally landed on Dumbledore's shoulder.

"Nirvana and rebirth, eternal hope," he said.

Minerva and I looked at each other, sensing a subtle emotion in each other's eyes.

"Everything will usher in a new life in the raging fire...and our world will also get through this difficulty."

……

In the early days of the Order of the Phoenix, no other new members were added for a whole month.

In fact, if a secret wants to be airtight, the fewer people who know it, the better.We are indeed recruiting some like-minded people to fight "Voldemort" together, but we don't disclose things about the Order of the Phoenix lightly.

"This guy followed me and tried to steal my things, but I caught him." Moody grabbed a man by the collar viciously, and dragged him to Dumbledore, "On the way back, I told Edgar A few words...I'm afraid this guy has heard them all!"

"It hurts, hurts..." The man managed to break free, took two steps back, saw us surrounded him, and immediately smiled with him.

He was a squat, unshaven man with short, bowed legs, and a pair of swollen and bloodshot eyes that made me suspect that he hadn't slept well for several days. There was a strong stench of alcohol and tobacco mixed from his body. The whole person is like a rag.

I frowned.

"Just put an Oblivion Charm on him," I said.

"Don't, don't..." He suddenly became anxious, or it would be more appropriate to say excited.He rolled his eyes as if to consider who would be the better speaker, then leaned over and whispered, "That's an interesting idea, an interesting idea—I think I can help you, I know people everywhere, I You can always find out what others don't know—"

"Get what's on you before I find out you stole something!" Moody interrupted him.

The man quickly covered the pocket, and Moody quickly took out his wand, and the contents of his pocket flew into Moody's hands.

A mishmash of beads, gold Galleons, silver Sickles, and a few brass Knuts, bits and pieces of coin jewels.There was also a small bag, and Moody, who had spared no expense at all, untied the bag and poured it all out, but it contained only dried snakeskin.

"What's this?" Moody glared at him.

"Oh, oh." The man also widened his eyes, and he didn't seem to know what was in the bag, because he looked very disappointed at this moment, "Why are they some broken medicinal materials?"

"Stole it from whom?" Moody demanded.

"It wasn't you... I didn't take your things." He wrung his hands in displeasure, "I don't remember where the money came from... Oh, the bag, it came from Morton—really Bad luck! Not a penny, I suspect she dropped the money and the crap on purpose—”

"Morton?" I asked.

"Enti Morton," Dumbledore replied, "Eugenina's assistant."

"She's rich—unlucky for you," Moody sneered mercilessly at the man.He raised his wand to cast a forgetful spell, but Dumbledore stopped him.

"What's your name?" Dumbledore asked.

"Mundungus Fletcher."

Dumbledore smiled thoughtfully: "I heard that you are doing very well in London, Mundungus." He didn't dislike Fletcher's smell at all, and walked over to pat him. his shoulders.

"It's not just London." Fletcher rolled his eyes, "There are so many things I can do - I can get you any news you want to know... just..." He made a gesture carefully Gestures, still with a smile on his face, "A little reward. You also know that this period of time is not easy for me."

"You can rest assured about the reward," said Dumbledore. "If you are willing to cooperate for a long time, the reward will only be higher, because I want you to find out...a lot of news."

I looked at him rather surprised.But after thinking about it, Fletcher, a wizard who has been hanging around at the bottom of the magic world all year round, although he is a thief-but he has to admit that this kind of "profession" usually forms a gang of its own, spreads all over the place, and can often get normal people's income information not available.Such people will not attract much attention, but they often have surprising effects.

The Order of the Phoenix has an extra "thief"—that's odd enough.

Dumbledore wanted to use Fletcher to keep an eye on the movements of the current Minister of Magic, Eugenina Jenkins, and some giants of the Ministry of Magic, and deliberately looked for people at the bottom of the magic world who could be used by us.

"There are indeed Voldemort's people among the Aurors, that's for sure." Moody said, "There is one person who is very suspicious. We only got information about her from Fletcher twice. She seems to be overly vigilant." — and I suspect she's following Eugenina Jenkins, because the only two times she's been spotted since Jenkins left London."

"Voldemort and his Death Eaters may have some ideas about our Minister of Magic - although Eugenina's response to the war is very weak, she is more likely to listen to other people's advice after all when she has no other options, such as I - and he would never have liked to see that happen." Dumbledore sighed.

"Will he do it to Jenkins?" I couldn't help asking.

"This possibility is not ruled out—if he intends to completely control the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore replied, "Eugenina is safe in London, where the headquarters of the Ministry of Magic is located, and there are hiding places everywhere." Plainclothes Auror, in this special period, there are always people around her paying attention. Whenever she leaves this area, it is their chance. Eugenina can't have an accident, so we use Fletcher to keep an eye on her... As for Alastor The one who doubted—"

Moody frowned worriedly: "We can get something out of her mouth, but I can't do anything to 'my own' within the jurisdiction of the Ministry of Magic..."

"You can't do it," I said. "You are the only Auror in the Order of the Phoenix. We can't guarantee whether there are any other Aurors of Voldemort besides the one you suspect." After thinking for a while, I added Said, "Let me do it, I will do it."

"You?" Moody looked me up and down suspiciously.I glanced at Dumbledore and shrugged.

"Don't underestimate her, Alastor." Dumbledore smiled at Moody and acquiesced to my proposal.

When I transformed into a white bird and landed on the table, Moody's always wide eyes bulged even more.

With Moody's guidance, I quickly identified the target.It was a tall woman with dark hair and blue eyes, and I left Moody when I got into the Ministry of Magic, following her cautiously.I was not in a hurry to start.If she is Riddle's person, then maybe she can follow her to find other Riddle's hands among the Aurors. Who wouldn't like the windfall?

So I sneaked into the Ministry of Magic with Moody and observed her quietly for several days. This time may have been so long that Moody was a little anxious-he didn't fully trust my ability to handle affairs.

Finally one day, I watched her stop in front of an office door, looked around, carved something with her wand near the doorknob, and then turned and left.

It can be regarded as showing off.

I flew to the door and memorized the number of the office. I looked next to the doorknob. There were only a few very small numbers engraved on it - "6330".

I followed her into a deserted corridor, and I didn't intend to wait for her to go out. There were apparition restrictions in the Ministry of Magic during the war, and here was the only way to ensure that she couldn't escape.

"Hi." I landed behind her and patted her on the shoulder, deformed the moment she turned around, she lost her aim and held her wand in her hand vigilantly.I circled behind her and used my soul control when she turned back.

This was the most strenuous one I've ever done. The other party was an Auror. In a tense state of defense, she woke up in almost two seconds.But at such a short distance, two seconds of interference is enough for me to do a lot of things.

I used the Disarming Charm, and her wand came out of her hand, but she had already reacted by this time, and turned her head to accept the wand back in her hand.

My stun spell and her impact collided, she didn't resist in time, so I took advantage of it, and staggered back a few steps.

With the help of my transformation ability, I easily approached her, and slapped her hard on the back of the neck.

I grabbed her by the collar to prevent her from losing support and falling down when she was unconscious.I flicked my right hand, which was numb from exertion, and secretly clicked my tongue.

I have to admit that sometimes, physical methods are much more reliable than magic.

I took her back and locked her in the underground warehouse at the gathering place.The spell here shut her off from the outside world, and I waited until she woke up.

She stared at me viciously from the beginning to the end, and I couldn't get any information from her mouth.I thought of Veritaserum, but the disadvantages of Veritaserum are still very serious. It is easy to be hinted and influenced by the inquirer, and if it is used less, her Occlumency technique may not be very useful. If it is used too much, it will easily damage the nerves. The system causes disordered thinking...

From the room number, however, I got the man's name from Moody—Baden McConaughey.

I dug out her ID in her pocket.

"Quinlan Longman." I glanced at her and put the card in my pocket, "What is '6330'?"

She sneered, closed her mouth tightly, and refused to say a word.

I glanced at the date.

"The day after tomorrow is the [-]th, and Jenkins is planning to leave London for Scotland." I noticed her reaction, and Langman's face turned ugly, "It's okay, Langman, I can do it if you don't tell me."

I cut off a strand of her hair with a cutting spell.

"Starting tomorrow, I will use your identity to do what I want..." I smiled, "As for you, just stay here forever."

I used Polyjuice Potion to pretend to be Longman and hang around the Ministry of Magic all day. With the help of the Auror Moody, I didn't expose anything.

I have been guessing the meaning of that number. The information Fletcher got may not be accurate, but "6330" is indeed more like a time. I informed other members of the Order of the Phoenix about this guess.

I walked to the door of McConaughey's office while he was away. The number on the doorknob had been repaired, and it seemed that he had got the code.I thought about it, and re-engraved another string of numbers in the same position - "6400".

On the sixth day, I have been guarding near the Ministry of Magic since three o'clock, waiting for McConaughey to come out.

After 03:30, I didn't see him. I sat down at a random place on the street and ordered a cup of coffee to refresh myself.

"Why are you here?"

I looked up and it was McConaughey.I glanced at my watch, it was 57:[-].

"Time is running out." He was afraid of delaying something, so he quickly reminded him.

"Don't worry, Baden." I motioned him to sit down.He looked around inexplicably, and sat down hesitantly.

"Over there, what unexpected situation did you tell you?" He asked, "You know, we can't stay here for a long time, and we can't always meet... If someone suspects something..."

I sipped my coffee, slowly digesting every word he said.

"Over there, we don't need us." It took me a long time to spit out such a vague sentence.

"What?" McConaughey wondered, "She can do it all by herself? So what are we doing preparing these?"

I stared at him, squinted my eyes and thought for a few seconds, then twitched the corners of my mouth at him: "It can't be done, Baden... We missed the time, and now, Jenkins is probably on his way back .”

He reacted for a while, his face changed suddenly, he quickly touched his pocket, but a magic wand was touched on his back in time.

"Don't move." Benji Fenwick appeared behind him and stopped him.

"Are you a traitor?" Baden McConaughey looked at me with a pale face.

I smiled, didn't answer his question, just cast a stun spell, Fenwick took him to Apparate and left, and I went directly to find Dumbledore.

"They also have an insider next to Jenkins. I'm almost certain now that it's her assistant Enti Morton."

"Morton has kept her position for many years. She is an honest person and will not do things for Tom." Dumbledore denied.

"Yes, she won't," I said, "but what if the Enti Morton next to Jenkins is fake?" I continued to explain under Dumbledore's thoughtful gaze, " Remember that thing Fletcher stole from Morton earlier? He thought it was money, but he opened the bag and found that it was dried wood snake skin. And the wood snake skin, which happens to be used to make Polyjuice Potion One of the materials needed."

Dumbledore's expression suddenly became serious, and I suddenly thought of something.

At this moment, the sound of the Apparition Charm sounded around us, and Edgar Bones fell to the ground in embarrassment. He was still panting, his clothes and cuffs were in tatters, and traces of blood seeped out of them.

I went forward, and the white light was transmitted to him from my own hand. The dense wounds on his body began to heal slowly, and his breathing finally became much more stable.

"Beside Jenkins... there are people from Voldemort... I didn't see it clearly..." He said intermittently, "I escorted Jenkins back safely, and people from the Ministry of Magic came to meet him, but fortunately nothing happened. error."

"Where's Alastor?" Dumbledore asked him.

"He helped me hold that guy back, and he'll probably be back soon," Burns replied.

We put him in a chair and let him rest for a while.

I followed Dumbledore back to Hogwarts.

Not long after, I suddenly heard a knock on the window.Dumbledore walked over and opened the window, and an owl threw in a small package from outside, then flew away and disappeared into the sky.

Dumbledore opened the small package the size of a palm, and I clearly saw his hands tremble, and a hint of astonishment flashed in his usually calm eyes.

"what happened?"

My question went unanswered and I didn't ask again because I saw something sticking out of his hand.

My body was shaking with fear, and my hands and feet were cold.

Inside the package was a complete, bloody black eyeball.