While Draco was being instructed by Ike, Harry, who had been ordered to stay at his uncle's house, finally saw a glimmer of light in the darkness.

It wasn't a friendly holiday for Harry.

Like a nightmare, everything in the cemetery that night made him barely breathe. Partially, he also encountered the Dementors with Dudley. What happened after that made him feel like a fool, and everyone could play him around.

Mrs. Feig is a Squib, she is going to the Ministry of Magic on August 12 to stand trial, and Aunt Petunia, who has always been bitter about herself, seems to know some crucial things.

And who sent the yelling letter to Aunt Penny?

"If only Hermione were here, she'd be able to figure out all this mess." Harry would have thought so in the face of this mess, but alas, Hermione, Sirius, and Ron, the letters sent to them were like a stone in the sea.

However, things have taken a turn for the better.

One night, when Aunt Vernon, Aunt Penny, and Form Dudley were out, Moody, Lupin, Nymphadora Tonks, Kingsley Shackle, and others came over and took him out of the place he had long since grown tired of.

Riding broomsticks, they made their way through the town and along the highway until they came to a small square. It's a very dilapidated place, and the surrounding houses are eerie, and some even have broken windows.

"Where are we going?" Harry asked, looking around curiously.

No one answered him, and Lupin just told him to wait. It wasn't long before Moody shoved a piece of parchment into his hand.

"Read it and remember!"

The Order of the Phoenix headquarters is located at 12 Grimmauld Place, London.

"What is this? What is a phoenix ......" Harry was halfway through when he was interrupted by Moody. Dragged to a row of dilapidated houses, Harry looked and saw only Nos. 11 and 13.

Subconsciously remembered the note, and saw a tattered door pop out between No. 11 and No. 13, and then the walls and windows also appeared, and No. 12 appeared in front of him.

"Let's go, don't move, don't go too far." Lupin shoved him from behind, and Harry followed Moody in confusion.

The house was pitch black, but there was a distinct smell of decay. Lupin lifted the illusion spell on him, and Moody didn't know what he was doing, and the dim light came on.

"Harry, it's a pleasure to see you." On the other side of the hallway, Mrs. Weasley walked over in three or two steps and hugged him in her arms, "You look a lot thinner, you need to eat more, but you'll have to wait a little longer for dinner." ”

After speaking, he whispered to Moody and the others: "The meeting has begun." ”

Harry watched in confusion as the group of wizards, who suddenly became excited, walked towards the door where Mrs. Weasley had come out, and was about to follow, but was pulled back.

"Only members of the Order of the Phoenix can attend this meeting, Harry, you can't go in." Mrs. Weasley said, "Hermione and Ron are upstairs, you can wait with them until the meeting is over." ”

"There is still a little noise, you must keep your voice down."

Without much explanation to Harry, Mrs. Weasley led him up the stairs through the hallway, pointed him in the direction of the room, and hurried downstairs.

Pushing open the door to the room, Ron jumped over excitedly and gave him a big hug, Hermione smiled and waved at him, and even Crookhill yelled at him.

"God knows how much we want to reply to you, and after your last two were delivered, Hathaway pecked us several times in the hand because she didn't get a reply from us for a long time." Ron kept saying, "But Dumbledore made us swear and won't tell you anything......"

"yes, so I don't know anything......"

Suddenly, the joy of seeing good friends was gone, and inexplicably, Harry was a little impatient.

“…… Dumbledore probably thought it was safest for you to stay with Muggles, and he filmed the Order of the Phoenix following you......" Ron was still babbling, and Harry didn't say a word, but he became more and more irritated, and he couldn't control the anger in his heart.

"Enough!" Harry interrupted Ron rudely, "You've been together and hiding comfortably here, while I'm alone on Privet Road, rummaging through the trash can for newspapers, just to get a little bit of poor news......"

"We weren't together all the time." Hermione interjected suddenly.

"What?"

"We weren't here all the time, in fact I only came a week before you." Hermione looked at Harry calmly, and that look somehow made Harry even angrier.

"yes, where have you been? But I guess Dumbledore must have allowed it, and no one would be following you all the time. Harry suppressed his anger and tried to be as calm as he could.

"Actually, Tonks has been following me since the holidays, and of course that's not what you care about, is it?" Ron nuggled Hermione, but Hermione dodged her.

"Yes, you witnessed the resurrection of the mysterious man, nearly lost your life, and were attacked by the Dementors......"

"Everybody knows you're in pain, but Harry, you're not the only one who was hurt that night."

"Enough Hermione, stop talking." Ron winked frantically at Hermione, he saw Harry's hideous face now, even though he had had a small fight with Hermione over it not long ago.

But it was clear that neither Harry nor Hermione, Ron had no way for them to say what they wanted to say.

"I went to Gloucester, Harry."

"Gloucester? You're going to find that traitor! Harry shouted suddenly, and jerked himself up from his bed.

"No, no, no, Harry, calm down and listen to Hermione......" Ron quickly stood up and stood between Harry and Hermione, "Hermione is not looking for Ike, she is going to accompany Lady Julian, or the director of the welfare home where Ike is located......"

Hearing this, Harry was suddenly stunned, and stood in place, the anger in his eyes fading a little, and he was a little more dazed.

"Either way, at least we can't anger innocent people." Seeing that Harry had calmed down a bit, Ron spoke, "I was also full of anger when I found out about this, and I had a big fight with Hermione. But Harry, what Ike did had nothing to do with Lady Julian......"

"And ......," Ron whispered in Harry's ear, "don't forget, he and Hermione ......"

Looking at Hermione with a calm face, Harry's anger suddenly vanished. Suddenly, he felt that the most painful of them all did not seem to be him.