The Order of the Phoenix had actually run into a problem similar to Albert's.
No matter what, the major operation Kingsley and the others were planning could not be kept from Harry, Hermione, and Ron, who lived under the same roof.
When the three learned that Sirius and the others intended to secretly go to Azkaban to rescue people without telling them, their expressions became complicated. They no longer considered themselves children, yet everyone else still liked treating them as such, even though they were adults.
They wanted to go to Azkaban too, just as they had gone to the castle to rescue people before. Sirius could forget about shaking them off and acting alone.
"Sorry, Harry, but I'm afraid we really can't take you with us this time."
Facing the resentful looks of the three, Sirius shook his head and refused outright.
Harry could not help asking, "Why not?"
"Albert thinks you have a talent for stirring up trouble wherever you go. If you come along, this Rescue Operation might go wrong, or you might even attract Voldemort there. We have to prevent anything like that from happening," Sirius said dryly.
"Are you sure Albert said that?" Harry stared hard at Sirius, suspecting that Sirius was merely looking for an excuse to brush him off.
What did he mean, stirring up trouble everywhere? It was just an excuse to fob him off.
"Don't talk while eating."
Mrs. Weasley spoke fiercely to the people around the table. She, too, was trying to stop Harry from risking himself at Azkaban.
Moody accepted the lunch Mrs. Weasley handed him, speared a piece of grilled sausage with his fork, and held it beneath his nose to smell it. Only after confirming it was fine did he say to Harry, "This is the decision