"You want to know, how did I get over my summer vacation?" he trembled a little with anger, and the joy of freedom was disappearing little by little, like an hourglass. "I've spent the summer at the Dursleys, eavesdropping and digging through old newspapers in the trash! But I've experienced no less than anyone else - Dumbledore knows it - who protected the Philosopher's Stone, who destroyed Riddle, who killed you, Sirius, and Ron from the Dementors—"

Hermione didn't know what was going on, she was startled by Harry's angry tone, and subconsciously leaned towards Phoenix.

"Who had to pass through the dragons, the sphinx, and a host of other disgusting monsters last year? Who saw Voldemort come back to life? Who reminded Dumbledore that he was back? Me!"

Speaking of which, Phoenix was also frightened, he didn't know that Harry understood - Harry knew that it was normal for Voldemort to come back, and Dumbledore would tell him, but he went to remind Dumbledore, before or after he met Dumbledore?

Hermione was visibly frightened and couldn't say anything.

"But why shouldn't I know what's going on? Why wouldn't everyone want to tell me what's going on? If Peverell can join the Order of the Phoenix, why can't I—"

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door, interrupting Harry's words.

"Thanks, your tea. He left without looking back, knowing that Mr. Weasley had come to pick him up. Suddenly, Harry felt a little ridiculous, why should he be angry with them, but at that time, an evil fire suddenly appeared and made him vent all the resentment he had had spent all his summer.

He quickened his pace, and the screams on the marble floor were unmistakably clear.

Phoenix swallowed the words he was going to tell him that he wasn't a member of the Order of the Phoenix.

The door was opened, and then slammed shut.

"What's wrong with him?" Hermione breathed heavily, clutching his arm hard.

"I don't know, but I guess something is wrong. He sensed something was wrong with Harry, but he couldn't tell. This subtle feeling lingered, and he realized that it was important.

What was wrong? Harry's huge mood swings were not surprising. That's mostly the case at his age, plus what happened to him. All it takes is a spark to ignite him—

Hermione said cautiously, "He's normal, it's just- he didn't have a good summer vacation, and you irritated him again." The events of last semester made Ron suffer enough, and in his eyes, Dumbledore valued you more and felt that you were more capable. ”

"I don't think he's in the wrong head," Phoenix smiled and kissed her, "not to mention that." Harry saw Voldemort, when?"

"Oh, that thing. "Hermione rests her head on his shoulder," he said, after falling into a labyrinth coma, he dreamed of a mysterious man going berserk in a cemetery. ”

She could barely accept Phoenix calling Voldemort directly, but she couldn't do it herself and still be called a mysterious person.

"He went to Dumbledore and told him, that's it, what's wrong?"

"It used to matter, my dear. "Yes, Dumbledore may have picked up some clues from Harry's words. Unfortunately, it's too late.

Hermione closed her eyes, enjoying the sun shining on her.

"Does it matter if you have me?" she said thoughtlessly, directly changing the topic.

"Of course not. After hearing this, Hermione happily made it to her lap and took the initiative to kiss it.

This is where the journey of the Ministry of Magic ends.

When they returned to the castle in the afternoon, little Watson hurried up to meet them and whispered a few words in Phoenix's ear. He nodded in understanding and said to Hermione, "You go upstairs first, I'll take care of some things." ”

Back in the study, little Henry and Andrei, who had disappeared for a long time, were swallowing clouds and mist.

"You two bastards still know to show up?"

"Don't get excited, we've got a gift for you. Andre pulled out a cardboard box and threw it to Phoenix.

He didn't look at it, but said, "Where did you two go?"

"Get down to business and go to the Muggle world. Little Henry said, "Muggle cigarettes, try them." ”

"And what are you doing?" he unpacked, took out a cylindrical cigarette, lit it, and lit it with his wand, "Don't tell me to eat, drink, prostitute and gamble." ”

After saying that, he coughed slightly.

"Just smoke two. Andrei looked like a man from the past.

Little Henry sat up straight, exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "The personnel are almost the same, they are all wanted dark wizards from various countries, thrill seekers, and people who want to be famous—in short, they are not reliable, but they can be used." ”

"Well, how many people are there now?"

They looked at each other, and Andrei said, "Probably, fifty or sixty people." After a while, we'll go to a couple of other continents, and eventually -- I think there should be a few hundred people. ”

He did a rough calculation in his mind. One team pinned down Voldemort, two teams attacked Klaus, and each of the three of them led a team. With Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix, it might work.

"Oh, yes. My father asked me to bring you a message. He looked at little Henry, "Africa is going to give in, maybe because they know that Voldemort is resurrected, or because they feel that further persecution will make the situation completely out of control." At the very least, it is certain that the ban on raw materials for medical purposes will be lifted, and everything else will remain the same. ”

"Good news, Fudge can be lucky, he can brush up on his reputation. All three laughed. They started small talking.

"I heard that there is a person in the United States who plans to combine with the fire dragon to form the magic Animagus. ”

"It's insane. ”

"Don't you think he can make it?" said little Henry, who brought wine to the crowd. After all, Phoenix was the inventor of the magic, so his opinion was naturally more accurate.

"I'm not optimistic. Magical Animagus needs magical creatures that transform with you, with a deep foundation, just like me and Eden. Eden stood on the gilded perch and chirped, a second before it was gone.

"Can't dragons?" said little Henry, looking at the phoenix in fascination. Andrei cares more about magic.

"No, no, in theory, I think it's okay. It's not easy to get the dragon to think you're a master or a friend. The speed at which the spell takes effect varies depending on the size of the magical creature and its own power. This has been confirmed in some areas, where it takes too long to complete magic and does not allow it to form combat power in a short period of time. As you know, this transfiguration is very different from the Animagus, and he doesn't really become a magical creature. So I don't know exactly what it will become. ”

"Yes, there was a fool who wanted to turn into a sea serpent, and it turned out to be something with a human head and a snake body. Little Henry rejoined the conversation about something they had heard on the way.

"But the sea serpent was so big that it took a day to complete the transformation. ”

"And then?" Phoenix flicked the cigarette butt away, and it disappeared in flight.

"He's dead. Suddenly losing consciousness of a person, people can only kill him. Little Henry pouted. There will always be some forerunners who will die for the new magic, and it is unavoidable. They talked until dinner, not knowing where they had gone.

Watson Jr. came in.

"Is there any news from your father?" he snuffed out his cigarette and took a sip of tea.

"Nope. ”

"It didn't go well as expected. Dinner was made simpler. ”

"Okay, I'll arrange. Although there were no cigarette butts or cigarette butts in the room, the strong smell of smoke made him frown slightly, "You'd better control it, Muggle tobacco doesn't know what side effects it will have." ”

"Just give it a try. "Phoenix moved his neck, today is a day of judgment, there is judgment and thinking about new information.

The sun gradually turned blood-red, half blocked by the mountains.

Thinking about making up for the lessons he had pulled down today tomorrow, he felt like he wanted to get a good night's sleep. (To be continued.) )