On the way home from the Hogwarts Express, Phoenix was holding a piece of parchment and drawing as if he was planning something. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Hermione was reading a very thick book, "A Breakdown of the Peverell Estate".

There were all kinds of snacks on the table, but neither of them touched.

"You're still doing illegal business!" Hermione suddenly screamed.

Phoenix had been mentally prepared, but he had an idea to safely transfer Harry, and Hermione's screams made him shudder.

"I had a good plan in mind. Phoenix complained, poking the parchment with a quill a few times.

"Don't change the subject. Hermione said solemnly, putting the book under his eyes and pointing to the top of the page, where it was blatantly written: Illegal income.

"This is essential, and a lot of intelligence needs to be collected by these illegal stores. "A lot of them—werewolves, giants, illegal deals, for example." You really think I need that money. ”

Hermione struggled, it would take a little time for her to come to terms with the fact that she had always been disciplined.

"Let's just say that last year, these black industries obtained magic raw materials through smuggling, and the antidote they configured saved thousands of people, and most of St. Mungo's antidote came from this. ”

In a few words, Phoenix knocked Hermione back into place. She held her head in her hands and looked out the window. The train has a rhythmic clatter that becomes the only melody.

After a while, Phoenix finished writing a paragraph before continuing.

"There are things for the greater good, even if they are illegal and unwilling. Phoenix said. Kissed the back of her hand, "Shall we not do it, let those dark wizards do it, like the Death Eaters?"

There was a sharp knock on the sliding door of the cubicle, and before Phoenix could respond, someone pushed the door in.

"Your friend is fighting with Potter, you better get there. Philip shouted out of breath.

Phoenix sighed and cupped her forehead, and Hermione jumped to her feet.

"What's going on? with Malfoy?"

"Yes, and it's a bit over-the-" as if to confirm what he said, but it was not a lie. There was a violent shaking at the back of the carriage.

"Damn it. Phoenix cursed.

Draco and the others had apparently been waiting for half a semester to finally wait for Harry to be beaten up without the teacher present. The train was their last chance, and Phoenix guessed that Draco would probably make a move, but he didn't expect them to make such a big move.

In the last few carriages, PA and DA members mingled. The difference in level between the two sides is obvious, when Phoenix arrives, most of the DA is already lying on the ground, Harry and Weasley twins are inseparable from Knott and Rogge, and Friedhelm is alone against Ernie McMillan, Justin Finchrie, and Anthony Goldstein.

Neville tried to stop them in the middle, and he was empty-handed, as his wand had been broken by the Death Eaters during the attack the other day.

The hallway was clearly covered with a Traceless Stretching Charm, and the group of them stood there, not crowded at all, but more than wide.

"Stop fighting—" Hermione snapped and cast an iron spell on Neville to save him from being knocked unconscious. The bouncing spell flew out of the window, and the glass was long gone.

Phoenix didn't try to stop them by shouting, and his wand flicked quickly in his hand. With a popping sound, everyone was trapped tightly by the rope, which seemed to have electricity on it, making everyone tremble, and the wand crackled and scattered all over the ground.

"Oh no, as soon as I attended the principal's funeral, I started infighting. Phoenix said helplessly, he didn't know what had happened, "Pick up your wand and you'll have your own compartment." ”

He had no right to punish them, and he didn't have the heart to do so.

On the way back, he learned the general story of what had happened.

Draco took Crabbe and Goyle in ambush on Harry's way back from the bathroom, intending to teach him a lesson. Had it not been for the fact that they had inadvertently chosen the location of the attack outside a box full of D.A. members, the attack would not have failed. The D.A. members saw through the glass what was going on outside and rushed out to help.

Nott happened to pass by looking for Brayce again, although he didn't like Draco, but he was from an academy anyway, and he couldn't ignore it. As he stepped forward to help, he used the Patronus to call Rog over to help.

The two sides called for reinforcements from each other, and the battle became more and more intense, until Philip finally went to Phoenix, fearing that their fight would overturn the train.

"You guys go first. Phoenix led them to stand at the junction of the two carriages, and Draco smiled awkwardly and led the man back.

"You're not children, you're about to become adults. Phoenix swept across their faces, Nott looking fearless, Friedhelm scratching his forehead uneasily, and Philip still grinning.

"I train you in the hope that you will be able to achieve something in magic, not for this kind of child brawl. The war is about to reach its most brutal stage, so stop being so freewheeling. ”

"Just to teach them a lesson, some people in the province think that if they learn the two-handed spell, they will be invincible in the world. Philip gags in an attempt to uncover the past.

"I don't have much more to say, you all have your own ideas. With that, he turned and left.

"Phoenix, can you take you a minute?" Noether said to keep him.

"Okay, if it's really a minute. Phoenix frowned.

Noether had been unsure of his interest in the Death Eaters. He was also far smarter than many of his peers, and perhaps in his opinion, it didn't matter if he joined the Death Eaters or the Order of the Phoenix, as long as he could make a profit.

After everyone had left, he said in a tentative tone.

"Phoenix, we've known each other for many years. I know you're not interested in the Death Eaters, but now that the Dark Lord has won, those who are still trying to resist are just fantasies. ”

Now I know which side he is on. Phoenix took a deep breath with his eyes closed.

"The Order of the Phoenix is over, and I don't think it's wise to keep doing things this way. He seemed to be careful about the words, trying to make Phoenix feel that he was only interested in the Death Eaters.

"Voldemort's promise that you will have a good advantage of catching me, even if it is a little worse than Potter's. Phoenix clasped his arms to his chest and leaned against the wall.

Noether was startled and subconsciously reached for his wand.

"Noether, you're not stupid enough to pull out your wand in front of me. Phoenix sneered.

"I'm no match for you, but the Dark Lord isn't something you can fight against, so why bother? He doesn't want your life. Knott struggled.

"You don't have to worry about it. I just want to know," Phoenix looked down and stroked his beard, "did you do it voluntarily, or did he force you?"

Knott's gaze dodged.

"Understood. He turned away.

Noether breathed a sigh of relief, fine sweat already oozing from his forehead. He didn't understand why Phoenix was so disgusted with the Dark Lord, but he understood that the moment Phoenix turned around, they were no longer classmates and friends.

Phoenix returned to the carriage, and Hermione could tell at a glance that Phoenix was unhappy.

"What's wrong?"

"Just lost a classmate, it's a pity. "Cross out a name on parchment with a pen. (To be continued.) )