"Young Master..... Young Master, wake up, ......."

Louis, who was lying on the table, rubbed his eyes with sleepy eyes.

"Is it time to eat, Linda?" asked Louis, a little dumbfounded.

"Young master, the meal hasn't started yet, but the meeting has finished now. The little maid said.

"Meeting?" Louis asked, confused, "for what?"

The little maid took out her handkerchief and gently wiped the saliva from Louis's mouth.

"You're in a meeting in the Order of the Phoenix, do you remember?" whispered the little maid.

"Order of the Phoenix.... Meeting ......"

Louis frowned and moved, he was now uncomfortable from his poor sleeping position. He now regretted that he had agreed to allow Dumbledore to join some broken organization of the Order of the Phoenix, which was not only in a dimly lit old house, but also had a pungent smell.

What's more, the chairs and stuff here are all wood! Louis felt like his bones were going to be broken by these things made of wood for so many days here.

The little maid walked up behind Louis and gently squeezed his shoulder.

"Are you feeling better, young master?"

"Thank you, Linda. Louis leaned back in his chair and enjoyed the little maid's massage.

The little maid smiled happily, for her, it was very satisfying to be able to help her young master.

"I'm going to have to talk to Dumbledore, I'm definitely going to quit if I don't get a new sofa. Louis closed his eyes and grumbled as he enjoyed the massage of the little maid's delicate and boneless hands.

"I'll react for you and Headmaster Dumbledore, after all, you'll forget about it after a while. The little maid said.

This was not the first time Linda had heard her young master complain like this, but he would forget about it after a while.

"Then I'll trouble you, otherwise I won't be able to stand it if it goes on like this. Louis yawned.

Just when Louis was a little drowsy from the little maid's massage, a male voice came.

"Louis, you're here too!"

Louis opened his eyes, and he saw Harry and Hermione and Ron standing outside the door of the conference room.

"Harry, you're here too. Louis lazily greeted Harry, "How about those snacks I sent you during the summer holidays?" ”

"Thank you for those snacks, Luis. Harry looked at Louis and said, "If it weren't for those snacks of yours, I would almost think I would have been in the same way as I was in my second year, with someone who intercepted the communications." ”

"Hmm, you should have a correspondence with Hermione or Weasley, right?" Louis looked at the two men next to Harry, puzzled.

"You were the only one who sent me snacks this summer. Harry said in a stiff tone, "Don't talk about snacks in other people's words, not even a letter." ”

No wonder Louis always felt that the atmosphere between the three of them was a little weird.

Originally, Harry should have been in the middle, and Hermione and Ron on either side. Now, Hermione and Ron were on the side, and Harry was on his side. What's more, Harry had a considerable distance between the two of them.

"No, it was Headmaster Dumbledore who told us not to contact Harry. Hermione hurriedly explained, "He said that if we wrote to Harry, there was a chance that Voldemort would find out. ”

"That's why I've been locked up in isolation for so long, I don't even know what's going on outside!" Harry shouted angrily at Hermione, "I even peeked at the Muggle newspapers to see if some people had died mysteriously!

"I'm sorry Harry, I thought you knew, and I thought I should give you a copy of the Daily Prophet by the way. Louis shrugged his shoulders and said, "I thought Hermione and they all told you about the situation, so I brought you some snacks." ”

"You have nothing to be sorry for, Luis. Harry clenched his hand, "If it weren't for those magical snacks of yours, I don't think I would have figured out how I would have made it this far." ”

"If you like, you can have some to eat later, I have a lot of snacks in this house. Louis said with a smile.

"Thank you, Luis. Harry said.

"Harry, it's not that we don't want to contact you, it's just that Headmaster Dumbledore won't allow it!" Ron said to Harry, a little annoyed, "Don't you understand?

"It's far better than me being locked up in a Muggle world alone, isn't it?" Harry said coldly, "At least you're here, you know what's going on, unlike me, I have to wonder if Voldemort is really resurrected!"

"Harry, we're here, but we're not allowed to participate in their activities. Hermione looked very upset, "and we'd like to ask Headmaster Dumbledore to get him to give us permission to contact you." But we've only seen him twice since we've been here, and he seems to be in a hurry. ”

"I have the right to know the truth! I've been in a head-to-head battle with Voldemort so many times!" Harry said angrily, "The news of Voldemort's return was brought back by me and Louis, remember?"

"Then you should go and talk to Louis and ask him to give you more candy. Ron said with a sneer.

"It's better than someone who doesn't have any news. Harry said immediately.

"Then why don't you ask your 'good buddy' Louis, who was at the Order of the Phoenix meeting, and see if he'd like to tell you what they discussed?" Ron looked at Harry sarcastically.

He felt that Harry was completely vexatious, that he had been bought off by Louis's little snack.

Harry looked at Ron with an ugly face.

Although he wished that Louis would tell him what he had heard at the meeting, it was clear that Dumbledore had said that he could not say it. So Louis probably wouldn't tell him what the meeting was about, and Ron would laugh at it if he did.

"Well, will you tell him, Pendragon?" Ron looked at Louis defiantly.

If Louis had told Harry, then surely Dumbledore would have been angry. If Louis hadn't told Harry, Harry would have treated him the same way he did, and would have even been even more angry that Louis didn't tell Harry when he knew about it.

For Ron, no matter what the result is, it will be a loss for nothing.