Vol 2 Chapter 715: Dumbledore's plan

Obviously, Dumbledore was planning to restart the Order of the Phoenix.
Everyone present basically knows what this means.
According to Fanlin’s knowledge, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​an organization founded by Dumbledore to fight Voldemort. It is composed of people who are not very related, do not look like heroes, and are unknown, but most of them are brave and fearless. people.
The Order of the Phoenix is ​​an organization dedicated to dealing with Voldemort. Located at 12 Grimmauld Place, the ancestral home of the Black family, it is made up of people who are not very related, do not look like heroes, and unknown people, but most of them must be brave and fearless people.
Many members of the Order of the Phoenix were killed in the 1970s, and several were killed during the second magical battle. This is a group of tough people. During the second battle, the headquarters was located at No. 12 Grimmauld Place. Only the confidential person could tell others where it was, and no one could see the building. In the sixth book, due to the death of the confidential (Dumbledore), everyone who knew the location of the headquarters automatically became the confidential, including Severus Snape, who was considered a traitor at the time. Therefore, the headquarters was later changed to the Burrow.
I have to admit that on the road to resist Voldemort, the Order of the Phoenix is ​​the only organization that can contend with the Death Eaters.
However, the related point is that although the level of the Order of the Phoenix is ​​very high, it can't reach the level of Dumbledore. In terms of the number of people, the number of Death Eaters completely crushes the personnel of the Order of the Phoenix.
It can be said that the failure of the Order of the Phoenix in the confrontation is an inevitable result.
"Now, wait for me in my office, Sirius, I still have some things to explain." Dumbledore said quickly.
"Okay." Sirius nodded, now Fudge has left, but...
"But—" Harry said.
He wanted Sirius to stay, he didn't want to say goodbye so soon.
"You will see me again soon, Harry," Sirius said, turning to him, "I promise you, but I have to do my best, do you understand?"
"Yes," Harry said, "Yes... Of course I understand."
Sirius grabbed his hand for a while, nodded to Dumbledore, and turned into a dog, walking through the room to the door. Then he opened the handle with his paw and walked out.
"Severus," Dumbledore said, turning to Snape, "you know what I want you to do. If you are ready..."
"I'm ready," Snape replied. He looked a little paler than usual, and his dark, cold eyes flashed strangely.
"Then, good luck to you!" Dumbledore said. He watched Snape follow behind Sirius silently, with a trace of worry on his face. After a few minutes, Dumbledore spoke again.
"I have to go downstairs, Fanlin is still waiting outside..." Dumbledore said at last. "I want to see what's going on outside, Harry. I drank the rest of the medicine. I'll see you in a while."
"Wait, Professor Dumbledore..."
"I know what you want to ask, Harry." Dumbledore said. "Actually, Fanlin didn't have any accidents, it's just that the magic shortfall is so bad that this cannot be solved by Madam Pomfrey. "
Harry was a little happy immediately.
"What's wrong with Fanlin?" Hermione asked nervously.
"It was Fanlin who rescued me back. I had never dared to talk about this before. I was afraid of you..."
"Don't worry, Miss Granger," Dumbledore said. "There is nothing wrong with Fanlin. Fox protects him..."
"What about Cedric?" Harry asked.
"I'm sorry, but..." Dumbledore paused. "I have to go Harry. Some things have to be dealt with. What you should do now is to sleep well here, and Gran Miss Jie, I think I need Fanlin to do some other things."
When Dumbledore left, Harry fell back on the pillow with a bang. Hermione, Ron, and Mrs. Weasley all looked at him, and no one said a word for a long time.
Hermione let go of her hanging heart. After the girl knew that Moody was pretending to be a Death Eater, Hermione was really worried about dying, but with Harry's appearance, Hermione kept trying not to stimulate Harry.
This was in the trust of Fanlin. Hermione had always believed that Fanlin would come back, as if she had promised her at the beginning.
"You need to take the rest of the medicine, Harry," Mrs. Weasley finally said. When she reached for the bottle and cup, she gently touched the bag of gold on the bedside table with her elbow.
"You got a good night's sleep. Think about other things...think about what you want to buy with the money you won."
"I don't want that gold," Harry said expressionlessly. "You can ask for it, anyone can ask for it. I shouldn't win it. It should be Cedric's."
Since he came out of the labyrinth, what he has been fighting with now seems to exceed his power. He could feel a hot sting in his eyes, and he blinked and looked up at the ceiling.
"It's not your fault, Harry. Mrs. Weasley said softly.
"I told him to take the cup with me," Harry said.
Dumbledore didn't say Cedric. Of course, something must be wrong with Cedric. In Harry's view, it was all caused by him.
There is also the danger of Fanlin. If he hadn't asked Cedric to take the cup together, so many bad things would not have happened.
Fanlin will also come to rescue him, and leave with him, even without the Goblet of Fire, just use Fox and the two of them to leave.
There was a burning sensation in Harry's throat now. He really wanted Ron to ignore him.
Mrs. Weasley put the medicine on the counter by the bed~EbookFREE.me~ bent down and hugged Harry. He has never had the memory of being embraced like this, as if his mother embraced himself. The pressure of what he saw that night disappeared when Mrs. Weasley hugged him. The face of his mother, the voice of his father, the fallen Cedric, and the hungry Fanlin who was left in the cemetery... All this began to gather in his mind until he could not bear it, until he wrinkled his face and wanted to disperse The wail of that tragic struggle.
With a loud bang, Mrs. Weasley and Harry let go. Hermione was standing by the window, holding something tightly in her hand.
"I'm sorry," she apologized softly.
"I should say sorry, I should be earlier..."
"Your medicine, Harry." Mrs. Weasley said quickly, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
Harry took a sip. The effect was immediate, a heavy and irresistible sleepiness hit him, he closed his eyes and didn't think about anything anymore.
(It's a fool, Harry this little piece...)