Eve of the Final Battle

Irina continued, "Harry Potter, are you willing to devote all your strength to improving yourself, and to give everything in a war that may come in the future?"

Harry nodded again. "I am!"

A second tongue of flame burst from the tip of Linley's wand, intertwining with the first and forming a slender chain that shimmered with golden-red light.

After a long pause, Irina spoke again. "Harry Potter, are you willing to uphold our beliefs, keep our secrets, and ensure that no one outside this organization obtains any information about it? Even if that person is your companion, elder, or family?"

Harry froze for a moment. He understood that this oath meant he could not tell anyone outside the organization anything about joining Linley and Irina's group.

And that naturally included Ron and Hermione!

Harry looked at Irina with a complicated expression, then nodded again and said softly, "I am!"

With the final oath sworn, the third tongue of flame illuminated everyone's faces.

The dazzling flame surged from the wand and intertwined with the first two, winding tightly around Irina and Harry's clasped hands like a rope, like a snake spewing fire!

"The pact is sealed." Linley smiled and placed his hand on top of theirs. "Welcome aboard, Harry."

Picking up where Linley left off, Irina said, "Our intelligence will be shared with you, our resources will be directed toward you, and our plans will run through all of our lives..."

From that day onward, Harry officially joined Linley and Irina's organization and became one of them.

Over the next several months, although there was no trace of Death Eater activity in the British wizarding world, the Ministry of Magic continuously received intelligence that dark wizards from the wizarding worlds of Germany, France, and other parts of Europe were