The members of the Order of the Phoenix seemed to be demoralized by Harry's safe arrival, and Ron and Hermione were relieved that their hands had been pecked by Hedwig in the past few days were scars.

So for dinner that day, almost everyone was very happy, Mrs. Weasley also cooked a sumptuous dinner to celebrate Harry's arrival, and the dessert after the dinner made everyone eat to their heart's content, in the process, Mrs. Weasley glared at Montungus from time to time, obviously not forgiving him for his failure in his mission to protect Harry,

They sat casually at the large dining table and chatted, and when Mrs. Weasley yawned and was about to drive each of the children back to their rooms to bed, Sirius interrupted her,

"It's not time yet, Molly," Sirius tapped his finger on the table, "and there's something we haven't told Harry yet—those things about Voldemort."

Sirius's voice was not loud, but the word 'Voldemort' caused a shudder, and the relaxed atmosphere at the table changed, as if someone had poured ink into clear water, nervousness, fear, hostility and other emotions were mixed together, and the sound of idle talk stopped abruptly, and everyone in the kitchen turned their attention to Sirius, and Lupin put down the wine glass in his hand,

"I thought you'd ask questions when you got here, Harry." Sirius straightened his long hair with his fingers, and he didn't feel uncomfortable with the gaze of the people,

"I asked," Harry said with a hint of anger, "but no one could tell me, Hermione and Ron, that we couldn't join the Order of the Phoenix yet—"

"They're right," said Mrs. Weasley, sitting up straight in her chair with a wary glint in her eyes, "You're too young—"

"But that doesn't stop him from asking questions," Sirius said, "Harry has been trapped with Muggles for over a month, and I think now is the time to tell him."

"Wait, wait—" George interrupted the conversation loudly,

"Why is Harry's question answered?" Fred shouted angrily, "He's not even an adult."

"It's not my problem," Sirius said calmly, "that's up to your parents—"

"You're too young, you're not part of the Order of the Phoenix?" Fred deliberately squeezed out an octave screech, which was exactly the same as his mother, "You guys let us in?"

"I thought you were already aware of the problem of joining," Mrs. Weasley interrupted them impatiently, "even Lawrence has not been able to join the Order of the Phoenix, I don't understand what you have to complain about."

"So I can complain?" Lawrence asked, and Fleur grabbed his hand,

"Uh......" Mrs. Weasley was a little stunned, she didn't expect Lawrence to say that, "...... Vote, that's how it goes."

"But Dumbledore also said, 'Before he joins, we can only reveal what we can tell them.'" Lawrence said, "Right?"

"That doesn't mean anything." Mrs. Weasley said quickly,

"This means you've discussed what information you can reveal to us." Lawrence responded, Mrs. Weasley's face froze, Lupin looked at Lawrence and then at Fleur, he seemed a little surprised, Fleur didn't reveal any additional news to Lawrence,

"Well, from my personal point of view, I do think that wizards who haven't left school should not be allowed to join the Order of the Phoenix," Lupin began, "but Molly, you must admit that it is beneficial to let them know something, and it is much better than them—uh, 'in other ways' to get the news."

"Arthur—" Mrs. Weasley thought as she turned to her husband, Mr. Wiasley thought as he slowly wiped his glasses with his robe, and only then did he speak until he brought them back to the bridge of his nose,

"Dumbledore thinks things are changing, Molly, Kingsley and I both believe that he must have had his intentions in trying to get Lawrence to join the Order of the Phoenix, even though he didn't tell us." Mr. Weasley said,

"There's nothing that needs to be done by a school student." Mrs. Weasley shrieked,

"I agree, but—" Mr. Weasley looked a little tired, "as Lawrence remembers, 'those parts that can tell them.'" 」

"......," Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath, looking at everyone at the table, she hadn't found her allies, and finally she spoke in a muffled voice, "I hope you remember, they're just children—"

"But they're not too small." Sirius said impatiently,

"Look clearly, Sirius, he's not Jaime." Mrs. Weasley shouted,

"You should see clearly, he's not your son." Sirius'-for-tat response,

"But he's like my own son," Mrs. Weasley retorted fiercely, almost squeezing the phrase out of her mouth, "You've been locked up in Azkaban all these years, and you can't take care of him, right?"

Sirius rose from his chair, his right hand almost touching his waist, but he stopped at the last moment, and he and Mrs. Weasley glared at each other at each other at the ends of the long table.

"Molly, you're not the only one here who cares about Harry," Lupin said sharply, "Sirius, sit down."

Mrs. Weasley's lips trembled, and Sirius's face turned pale, and he was deeply stung by the words,

"I need to know your opinion, Harry," Lupin said, "I think you've been able to make your own choice."

"I want to know what's going on."

"Very well," said Mrs. Weasley, who looked very angry, "Ginny, Ron, Hermione, Fred, George, Lawrence—all go back to the room."

"I'm an adult, and I don't think my blood family cares if I live or die." Lawrence's cold speech silenced everyone who had already jumped up and was ready to protest,

"But I think I have the right to know what dangerous tasks my other family members are facing." Lawrence said Harry saw his hand under the table holding Fleur tightly, "If you don't let me know, then kick me out of this house."

"I'll see who can get you out." Sirius squeezed out the words from the corners of his mouth, and his face looked much better than just now,

"Very well," Mrs. Weasley relented, turning her gaze to the others, and after some arguments, the twin brothers, Ron, and Hermione all managed to stay, while Ginny was taken out of the kitchen during a big argument with her mother.

"So Harry, what do you want to know?" Sirius asked,

"Where is Voldemort?" Harry's first question caused a shudder, and the members of the Order of the Phoenix began to answer Harry's question after question, talking about the recent state of the wizarding world, Voldemort's recruitment plans, the distrust of the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore's expulsion from the Wizengamot for a speech, the smear and rumors of the Daily Prophet, and something that Voldemort did not possess even in his most powerful moments—some kind of weapon,

"What kind of weapon?" Harry asked, blankly, "What can surpass Avada's life—?"

"That's enough—" Mrs. Weasley stood up from the shadows by the door, this time not even Sirius stood up to contradict him, apparently the news of the weapon was beyond their knowledge, and they had to walk out of the kitchen one by one, but Lawrence did not follow them upstairs, he was going to send Fleur to the door.

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"I thought you'd ask me about that weapon." Fleur tilted her head and said,

"I'm not going to ask you a question like that." Lawrence replied,

"Really thoughtful." Fleur quickly stood on tiptoe and kissed Lawrence on the cheek, "See you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow." Lawrence said with a smile, Fleur touched it, and cast a phantasmagion to leave the stairs of the doorway, Lawrence sighed lightly, flashed into the half-hidden door, walked through the foyer and walked upstairs, he thought as he went, about the question of that weapon, in his opinion, Voldemort's most powerful moment did not have a lot of things,

Like he never defeated Dumbledore, nor did he actually rule England, let alone Europe?

"Europe? Mr. Aguiros?' Lawrence pondered, 'What did Mr. Lemay leave behind in England? The legendary manor in Devon?'

"There's so little information, but when it comes to it—"

It occurred to Lawrence that Voldemort didn't seem to have defeated Harry head-on in a duel once, and he couldn't help but feel a little funny, did Dumbledore ask for the wrong person? Compared to himself who was defeated by Voldemort every time, how could it feel that Harry was doing much better than himself.