Even on Sundays, the castle seemed too quiet. www.biquge.info It seems that everyone has gone out to the sunny field to enjoy the relaxation after the exam and the last few days of the final semester without classes and homework. People float in groups above the Quidditch pitch or swim in lakes with giant squid.

Phoenix took Hermione for a short walk around the lake, then sat down on the shore and hid behind a messy bush to avoid the gaze of passers-by.

With so many students heading to Hogsmeade, this is the last chance to go to Hogsmeade this semester, and no one wants to miss it.

"What's wrong?" Hermione said uneasily. The sensitivity of women makes her feel that Phoenix has something on her mind, and it is a very important thing.

"Potter, how are you doing?" he said, staring at the sparkling lake.

"It's fine, it's just that he is often called to the Headmaster's office by Professor Dumbledore. ”

"That's right," said Phoenix, "Dumbledore's time is running out, and he must leave enough information before he dies—to make Potter understand." ”

"What?" Hermione said in shock, "How-"

"My curse is not so easy to solve," Phoenix said softly, "it takes a certain price to dismantle the magic, and it takes murder as a medium to split one's soul into two, and to channel the magic to the split soul." ”

"I can tell Dumbledore wouldn't do that. Turning to look at Hermione, she looked at Phoenix with a horrified look on her face. He added, "Yes, I arranged that magic from the Ministry of Magic. ”

He began to recount the whole plan, how to plan Voldemort to go to the Ministry of Magic, and arrange for people to set a curse in the halls. All without reservation, told her.

After finishing speaking, the two did not speak for a long time. It took Hermione a long time to digest the contents, then she looked up, her eyes fired, and she said in an angry tone.

"You're taking advantage of everyone. Sirius, Tonks, Harry, Dumbledore—"

"War itself is so cruel that you live or die. Sacrifice is inevitable—" he paused and said in a tough tone, "you think Dumbledore doesn't know. No, he may not know the whole story, but he must have been aware of it, and I don't believe that he didn't feel the change in the halls of the Ministry of Magic when he last attended the Wizengamot meeting—some traces were hard to erase until the magic was done. The Death Eaters had no such ability at the time, transforming the halls under the nose of the Ministry of Magic. Why did he still go at my pace? Have you ever wondered why Voldemort wasn't killed by the death curse that bounced back?"

"Dumbledore probably didn't like my way. But to destroy a small piece of Voldemort's soul, the price can be paid. ”

"What?"

"Horcruxes, an ancient form of black magic. It is to split the soul and hide a part of it in an object outside the body. In this way, even if the body is destroyed, it will not be able to die. Because there are still some souls that are undamaged in the world, you can take a look at "Cutting-edge Black Arts Revealed" for details. A few weeks ago, I spoke to Dumbledore about this in depth - Voldemort undoubtedly split souls many times and created multiple Horcruxes. They could be hidden anywhere, even a place that no one knew about that he himself had created with magic. ”

Hermione didn't speak immediately, instead staring at the side of his face, as if to judge if Phoenix was lying to her.

"Did I lie to you?" said Phoenix, puzzled.

"At least you're not being that honest with me about Bobin and Greengrass. Hermione pulled her hair behind her ears and sneered.

"Uh-" Phoenix didn't know how to answer for a moment, they were discussing something serious, and suddenly he was a little off topic, and he was very overwhelmed.

Hermione didn't feel anything wrong at all, and ignored Phoenix's stunned look as she continued.

"So, that magic would force Voldemort to destroy one of his own Horcruxes. It seems like a lot of money now, isn't it? Without Dumbledore - I mean, who can fight Voldemort head-on?"

The sky was drizzling, but the light was still so bright that it was impossible to look at it directly. As far as the eye can see, the blue sky is set against the white clouds, like an oil painting hanging in the air.

"I," Phoenix put a waterproof spell on them, "not very modest, but I don't think I'm going to deal with him, not the kind that escaped from death." Wait until I'm an adult, of course. Coming of age at seventeen is not meant to show that wizards are different from Muggles. It is a well-founded, justified, conclusion that has been studied by many wizards. The magic of a seventeen-year-old wizard will be stabilized, and it will not be prone to accidents - the one named Finigan, who blows himself up all day long, is a typical unstable magic-"

"Seamus is already very experienced with explosions. Hermione looked pensive, and after a moment, asked tentatively, "So you're going to inherit the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Almost," Phoenix was glad that Hermione's train of thought could follow, "someone has to continue to lead against Voldemort." I'm the best fit in many ways, especially my international reach. On top of that, I need to help Potter, which is probably the only thing I'm not confident in. Potter needs to be trained, honed—"

"Until he has the power to do what he prophesied?" asked Hermione.

"Don't take the prophecy too seriously, it can only come true if you believe it. He smiled and shook his head, "If Voldemort hadn't believed the prophecy, would he have hunted down the Potters? Will he lose his mana? Voldemort himself chose to make the prophecy come true, but you're right, did Potter tell you about the prophecy?"

"Of course. She whispered.

The cold wind blew, dissipating the last bit of warmth left by the sun. Dark clouds rolled in the sky in the distance. Hermione winced, arms clasped over her chest. Phoenix thoughtfully summoned her to put a scarf on, the tassel of the Slytherin scarf just enough to cover the Gryffindor coat of arms.

"They are indeed a life-and-death relationship. But Potter was far from it, he didn't know Voldemort, his past, his heart, his secrets. Dumbledore left the job to me - but there was no other choice, and I was the one who knew the most about Voldemort but Dumbledore. Only I can take over this work. I can only tell Potter some secrets, you have to understand. ”

"I can understand," Hermione leaned on his shoulder, "the fewer people who know the secret, the less likely it is to leak it." In the wizarding world, there is so much magic that people can involuntarily confide involuntarily, important secrets. ”

"It's good that you understand," he kissed Hermione lightly on the forehead, "I'll be in charge of the Order of the Phoenix in the future, I may not have that much time to take care of my family's property, maybe I need you to help me take care of it, I trust you." ”

"Well, is that appropriate? I'm not going to make money. ”

"Then lose money, you will always lose money. Hermione smacked him in shame.

Phoenix was about to grab her hand when there was a rattling sound in the bushes. No sooner had they looked back than Rogge stumbled out, his collar half missing, and a large cut in his robe.

"Why did you get into a fight?"

"No-mysterious--Death Eaters-" He turned pale, lips trembling and spitting out a few words, pointing into the distance.

Phoenix's eyes widened, and a faint scream could be heard in the distance.

"What's going on?" Hermione asked aloud, her hand grasping Rog's collar.

"The Death Eaters - I don't know - they pop up and shoot spells all over the place. Rog tried to control himself, and his voice gradually stabilized, "Someone died, I don't know who. I'm barely getting away, you're here—I said, let's go and inform Headmaster Dumbledore, they're on their way to school. ”

Phoenix ran out of the bushes and looked in the direction of Hogsmeade. A huge skeleton floated in the sky, and a large python emerged from the skeleton's mouth, like a tongue, emitting a dazzling green light.

In his pocket, the phoenix's feathers radiated an astonishing heat—Snape was calling him. (To be continued.) )