In fact, at the mention of Voldemort's name, there would be people walking around the table out of nervousness and fear.

Lupin was about to sip a delicious glass of wine, but now he slowly lowered his goblet, looking alert.

"I did!" Harry said angrily. "I asked Ron and Hermione, but they said the directive wouldn't allow them to do that, so-"

"But they're quite right," said Mrs. Weasley. "You're too young, and you're Van Lin, you should know what to say and what not to say. ”

Weasley sat in her chair and stared straight at the door, her fists clenched, no sign of drowsiness.

"Since when does someone have to ask questions in the scope of the Phoenix Directive?" Sirius asked, "Harry has been trapped in that neem Muggle house for a month. He has the right to know what's going on......"

"Stop!" George interrupted Sirius loudly.

"And then how is Harry going to get the answer to his question?" Fred said angrily. "We've been trying to get information from you for a month, and you haven't told us a single thing that even the old stinks!" George said.

"You're too young to be a member of the command," Fred said in an unusually high-pitched voice that mimicked his mother's. "Harry's age is even younger!"

"It wasn't my fault that you weren't informed of the details of the order's actions," Sirius said calmly, "and that was your parents' decision. But on the other hand, Harry—"

"It's not your turn to decide what's good for Harry!" Mrs. Weasley said sharply. A dangerous look appeared on her usually friendly face. "I guess you haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, have you?"

"Which paragraph are you referring to?" Sirius asked politely, but the air was filled with the tension of a man himself preparing for a fight. "The paragraph about not telling Harry more than he needs to know. ”

Mrs. Weasley emphasized the last three words.

Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George's heads swirled between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley as if they were watching a tennis game.

Ginny was kneeling on top of a pile of discarded honey cubes, her mouth slightly open in the conversation.

Lupin's eyes were fixed on Sirius.

Van Lin, on the other hand, hid beside Hermione shivering, for fear of burning the flames of war on him. He played an awkward role in this duel, as a friend, on behalf of Harry, and as a wizard......

"I wasn't going to tell Harry more than he needed to know, Molly," Sirius said. "However, he was the one who saw Voldemort's return with his own eyes. ”

"He has more power than the vast majority of us to know—"

"He's not a member of the Phoenix Order!" said Mrs. Weasley, "he's only fifteen years old, and—"

"And he's solved as many problems as most of the members of the command," Sirius said, "even more than some of them." ”

"No one denies everything he's done!" Mrs. Weasley's voice raised, her fists shaking against the armrests of her chair. "But he's still just-"

"He's not a child!" Sirius said impatiently.

"He's not an adult either!" a splash of red crept up Mrs. Weasley's cheek. "He's not James, Sirius!"

"I know exactly who he is, thank you for reminding me, Molly," Sirius said coldly.

"But I'm not sure you know that!" said Mrs. Weasley. "Sometimes you talk to Harry in a way that makes it like you think your best friend has returned!"

"Is there anything wrong with that?" asked Harry.

"What's wrong with that, Harry, it's wrong that you're not your father, but you resemble him in many ways!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes were still on Sirius. "You are still in school and adults are responsible for you, don't forget that!"

"You mean, I'm an irresponsible adoptive father!" Sirius replied, his voice raising as well.

"I mean, you need to know that you're acting rashly, Sirius, and that's why Dumbledore wants you to stay at home, and—"

"If you like, we'll ignore Dumbledore's orders and get out of here!" Sirius replied resoundingly.

"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley turned to her husband, "Arthur, help me get a word!"

Mr. Weasley didn't speak immediately. He took off his glasses and rubbed them slowly with his robe. When he carefully put his glasses back on the bridge of his nose, he finally answered.

"Dumbledore knows things have changed, Molly. He accepted that within a certain range, Harry had to be exposed to certain aspects of the Phoenix Command, as he was now at the Phoenix Command Headquarters. ”

"Yes, but there's a difference between that and allowing him to ask about anything he wants to know!"

"Personally," Lupin finally withdrew his gaze from Sirius and spoke calmly, and Mrs. Weasley quickly turned her head to him, hoping that she would finally gain an ally, "I think it's better to let Harry know about the situation, not the whole situation, Molly, but let him know the general situation - for us, it will prevent others from taking it out of context......"

His expression was gentle, but Harry was sure that at least Lupin knew that some of the tailwind ears had survived Mrs. Weasley's purge.

"Alright," said Mrs. Weasley, taking a deep breath, as she looked around the table to try to seeker, but no one answered, "well...... I knew I was going to be vetoed. All I have to say is this: Dumbledore must have a reason why he didn't want Harry to know too much, and the person Harry was most interested in—"

"He's not your son," Sirius said calmly.

"He's like my son," Mrs. Weasley shot back, "who else is he?"

"He's got me!"

"Yes," Mrs. Weasley's lips curled, "the truth is, you can't take care of him when you're in Azkaban prison, can you?"

Sirius began to rise from his chair.

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

Mrs. Weasley's lower lip twitched. Sirius slowly sat back in his chair, his face pale.

"I think Harry has something to say," Lupin continued, "he's old enough to make his own decisions." ”

"I need to know what's going on," Harry said immediately. He didn't look at Mrs. Weasley. He was moved by Mrs. Weasley's view of him as her own son, but he was also impatient with Mrs. Weasley's arrogance. Sirius was right, he wasn't a kid anymore.

"Very well," said Mrs. Weasley shrieked, "Ginny-Ron-Hermione-Fred-George——, I want you to leave the kitchen at once. ”