Vol 2 Chapter 797: war

In fact, when Voldemort's name is mentioned, someone will leave the table and walk around out of fear.
Lupin was about to sip a glass of delicious wine, but now slowly lowered his goblet, looking very alert.
"I did!" Harry said angrily. "I asked Ron and Hermione, but they said that the order did not allow them to do so, so-"
"But they are quite correct," Mrs. Weasley said. "You are too young, and you Fanlin, you should know what to say and what not to say."
Weasley sat in the chair and faced the door straight, her fists clenched, showing no signs of sleepiness.
"Since when does someone have to ask questions within the Phoenix Command?" Sirius asked, "Harry was trapped in that Muggle house for a month. He has the right to know what happened. what's up……"
"Stop!" George interrupted Sirius loudly.
"How then does Harry get the answer to his question?" Fred said angrily. "We have tried to learn about the outside world from you for a month, but you haven't told us even an old smelly thing!" George said.
"You are too young, you are not a member of the command," Fred said in an unusually sharp voice that mimicked his mother. "Harry is even younger!"
"You weren't told the details of the actions of the command, it was not my fault," Sirius said calmly, "It was your parents' decision. But on the other hand, Harry-"
"It's not your turn to decide what is 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?"
"Which section do you mean?" Sirius asked politely, but the air was full of tension with a man preparing to fight himself. "The paragraph about not telling Harry more than he needs to know."
Mrs. Weasley emphasized the last three words.
The heads of Ron, Hermione, Fred, and George were turning between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley as if they were watching a tennis match.
Ginny was kneeling on top of a pile of discarded honey cubes, her mouth opened slightly to watch the conversation.
Lupin's eyes were fixed on Sirius.
Fanlin hid beside Hermione shivering, for fear of burning the flames of war on him. He played a very embarrassing role in this duel. As a friend, he represented Harry, and as a wizard...
"I didn't plan to tell Harry more than he needs to know, Molly," Sirius said. "But he was the one who saw Voldemort return with his own eyes."
"He has more power than most of us to know--"
"He is not a member of the Phoenix Order!" Mrs. Weasley said, "He is only fifteen years old, and—"
"And he has solved as many problems as most command members," Sirius said, "even more than some members."
"No one denies everything he ever did!" Mrs. Weasley's voice increased, her fists trembling on the arm of the chair. "But he is still just—"
"He is not a child!" Sirius said impatiently.
"He's not an adult either!" A touch of red climbed onto Mrs. Weasley's cheek. "He is not James, Sirius!"
"I know who he is, thank you for reminding, Molly," Sirius said coldly.
"But I'm not sure you know this!" Mrs. Weasley said. "Sometimes the way you talk to Harry is as if you think your best friend has returned!"
"Is there anything wrong with that?" Harry asked.
"What's wrong with that, Harry, the fault is that you are not your father, but you resemble him in many ways!" Mrs. Weasley's eyes were still fixed on Sirius. "You are still in school and adults are responsible for you. Don't forget this!"
"You mean, I am an irresponsible adoptive father!" Sirius responded, his voice also raised.
"I mean, you need to know that you acted rashly, Sirius, that's why Dumbledore wants you to stay at home, and—"
"If you like it, we will ignore Dumbledore's instructions and leave here!" Sirius replied loudly.
"Arthur!" Mrs. Weasley turned to her husband, "Arthur, speak for me!"
Mr. Weasley did not speak immediately. He took off his glasses and slowly wiped them with his robe. When he put the glasses carefully back to the bridge of his nose, he finally answered.
"Dumbledore knows that the situation has changed, Molly. He accepts that within a certain range Harry must have access to certain aspects of the Phoenix Command, just as he is now at the Phoenix Command Command."
"Yes, but there is a difference between allowing him to ask anything he wants to know!"
"From a personal point of view," Lupin finally retracted his gaze from Sirius and spoke calmly. Mrs. Weasley quickly turned her head to him, hoping that she would eventually get an ally. "I think it’s better to let Harry know the situation. Okay, it's not all, Molly, but let him know the general situation-for us, this prevents others from taking things out of context..."
His expression was gentle, but Harry was sure that at least Lupin knew that some of the wind ears had survived Mrs. Weasley's purge.
"Okay," Mrs. Weasley took a deep breath. She looked around the table, thinking of the seeker, but no one responded, she said, "Okay...I understand that I will be rejected. All I want to say is: There must be a reason for Dumbledore not to let Harry know too much, and the person Harry is most interested in—"
"He is not your son," Sirius said quietly.
"He's just like my son," Mrs. Weasley fought back fiercely. "Who else is he?"
"He has me!"
"Yes~EbookFREE.me~Mrs. Weasley's lips curled up. "The truth is, you can't take care of him when you are in Azkaban prison, can you? "
Sirius began to stand up from his chair.
"Molly, you are not the only person here who cares about Harry," Lupin said sharply. "Sirius, sit down."
Mrs. Weasley's lower lip trembled. Sirius slowly sat back in his chair, his face pale.
"I think Harry has something to say," Lupin continued. "He is old enough to make his own decisions."
"I want 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 for Mrs. Weasley's arrogance. Sirius is correct, he is no longer a kid.
"Very well," Mrs. Weasley said sharply, "Ginny—Ron—Hermione—Fred—George—I want you to leave the kitchen now."