Chapter 44 "Order of The Phoenix Meeting"

Sherlock didn't know what had happened at Hogwarts. At eleven o'clock in the morning, Sherlock and Professor McGonagall had finished today's classes and gathered together in Dumbledore's principal's office, preparing to go to an unknown location.

"I must first emphasize to you, Sherlock. After the fall of the mysterious man, there will be no Order of the Phoenix anymore. We are just a group of like-minded friends who occasionally meet, not an organization specially created for a certain purpose." In the office, Professor McGonagall said with a serious expression.

Sherlock nodded flatly, indicating that he already knew about it, but he couldn't help but complain in his heart. Unexpectedly, Professor McGonagall would be acting and saying like this to him.

But it's better for him not to say anything anymore. Given that he doesn't know anything about what happened before, it might make him suspicious.

Dumbledore stood up from his chair, heard what Professor McGonagall said, and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile, "It doesn't have to be like that, Minerva. You can tell him more clearly."

He turned his gaze to Sherlock; those sapphire blue eyes were clear and bright, but they contained a special meaning.

"I told you about it before, Sherlock. The last time you came to me to apply for membership, the original purpose of the Order of the Phoenix was to fight against him and his followers. We have many partners, wizards, squibs, Aurors, and even thieves. But we all have one thing in common, and which is the power to bring him down."

"You know what happened after that. He failed, and his followers disappeared. Therefore, the wizarding world, especially institutions like the Ministry of Magic, was worried about the Order of the Phoenix, which they could not control. In order to appease them, it was decided to temporarily cease the Order of the Phoenix and fade from the public's eye."

"But I didn't disband it. We would come back from various places occasionally, partying and chatting, talking about their careers, and keeping everyone in touch at all times. We may have disappeared from the public's eyes, but the Order of the Phoenix will reappear again. Do you know why?"

Facing Dumbledore's question, Sherlock thought for a moment and came up with the answer, and he spoke softly, "Because the danger has not really been eliminated, that person may be back again."

Dumbledore nodded to his words but changed one of the words with a serious expression, "It's not a possibility, but a certainty. I don't want the entire wizarding world to be helpless by then, so we need to gather our strength."

Sherlock nodded. After getting in touch with Dumbledore, his impression of this person gradually changes. At first, his first impression came from the movie commentaries that sometimes abhor him and thought that he was a person with an unknown way of thinking and a little bit evil.

But judging from the time he spent getting along with him, he does have a scheming and a shrewd way of thinking, but he doesn't feel evil at all.

There is no doubt that Dumbledore is a charismatic old man. He will do many things in private without him, but he completely believes that everything he does will not harm anyone.

At the same time, some things may indeed not be known by everyone. He will trust you and tell you about the whole thing, explain the reasons to you clearly, and let you know why he did it. He does not hide it just because he is scheming bad things, nor is he being a hypocrite.

Overall, Sherlock felt pretty good about him.

Dumbledore stretched out his arm, and the Phoenix, who had been standing on the branch beside the door, stood on his shoulder with its flaming wings.

"Grab my sleeve, Sherlock."

Sherlock and Professor McGonagall stood on the left and right sides of Dumbledore. They grabbed his sleeves together. With a long cry from the Phoenix, a golden red fire surrounded them. In the next second, the three of them reappeared in front of a dilapidated house.

As soon as their feet stepped on the ground, they heard a voice from a distance.

"Come on, Arthur, Dumbledore, and the others are here. Everyone is already here. Bring out the apple pie I made in it, set the tableware, and the feast can start soon." This voice was familiar to Sherlock.

Soon, he knew where Dumbledore had taken them: the Weasleys' house. Mrs. Weasley stepped forward to greet the others and smiled, but after seeing Sherlock, she was stunned.

Dumbledore smiled and walked over with Sherlock and Professor McGonagall, "What's the matter, Molly? It's Sherlock Forrest. Did you forget about him already?"

Only then did Mrs. Weasley come back to her senses. She looked at Sherlock and turned to look at Dumbledore, her voice even stuttering, "No, no, Dumbledore. We met in Diagon Alley during the summer vacation before. But you said that you will bring a new friend today, and is this person Sherlock?"

Sherlock felt a little strange about her weird behavior. Judging from the enthusiasm that Mrs. Weasley showed to him in Diagon Alley, she should be happy to know that he would have joined the Order of the Phoenix and become a colleague.

Dumbledore shook his head slightly and patted her on the shoulder, "Give it a minute. I'll explain the reason to everyone during the dinner."

Out of absolute trust in Dumbledore, Mrs. Weasley didn't say much. She smiled again and looked at Sherlock, "It's the first time you've come to my house, boy. Come, come. Bill is back today to prepare for Christmas, and I'll let him show you around."

Sherlock could feel that her smile was a little reluctant, but he didn't ask any more questions at this time. The answer would be revealed when the dinner started. Hearing Mrs. Weasley's shout, a tall man walks out of the house. He has red hair, characteristic of the Weasley family, with a long ponytail and an earring on his ear.

When he saw Sherlock, a bright smile appeared on his face., "Long time no see, Sherlock. Although you may not be familiar with me, can I call you that?"

Sherlock nodded. Judging from Mrs. Weasley's shouting his name and his looks, he had guessed that this was the eldest son of the Weasley family, William Arthur "Bill" Weasley.