Unofficial Member of the Order of the Phoenix

Do you know where Kyle used his magic?

Seeing Hermione's reaction, George said, somewhat annoyed, "The Leaky Cauldron, it's unbelievable!"

"That's impossible!" Hermione blurted out. "I read in the book that the purpose of the the Trace is to detect magical reactions in a certain area. In a place like the Leaky Cauldron where wizards gather, the Ministry of Magic can't find out who used magic."

"But we saw the letters with our own eyes," Fred said.

"And I checked it many times, there's absolutely no mistake."

"But..."

Hermione was about to say something, but was interrupted by Mrs. Weasley.

"Alright, darling." She led them to the kitchen. "Anyway, they're both alright now, and that's enough."

"I bet you're all starving, so I made beef pies, roast chicken, and all sorts of jam-filled bread..."

Mr. Weasley didn't come in with them. "Well, I have to go."

Let's finish lunch first.

"No, I have a lot of work to do, and I can't be away for too long."

With that, Mr. Weasley Apparition and disappeared.

Fred and George immediately became interested as well, and they also Apparition themselves from the Entrance Hall to the kitchen.

"Enough, you two!" Mrs. Weasley was startled and shouted, "You can use magic, that's fine, but that doesn't mean you have to use magic for everything! And I've told you countless times, don't Apparition in the room!"

"Okay, Mom!" Fred and George replied, then ran off with smiles on their faces.

Based on Kyle's understanding of the two, they probably didn't take it seriously.

During the meal, Professor Moody and Tonks returned, and the group sat together. Mrs. Weasley served everyone beef pies and mashed potatoes.

"So, you've joined the Order of the Phoenix too?" Tonks said excitedly, her hair turning a bright gold.

"Actually, I'm not sure either," Kyle said. Dumbledore hadn't explicitly told him about it, but since Mr. Weasley had invited him, it meant he had already obtained Dumbledore's consent beforehand.

Therefore, Kyle wasn't sure if he was actually a member of the Order of the Phoenix, or if he was just a temporary worker.

"It's alright, I think Dumbledore just thinks you're not old enough," Tonks said, "Just like some of them."

She glanced at Harry and his two companions sitting opposite her.

"Wait a minute..." Ron said quickly, "Aren't we members of the Order of the Phoenix?"

"Of course not," Tonks said with a smile. "Every official member of the Order of the Phoenix has to sign a magical contract. Have you signed one?"

"This..." Ron and Harry exchanged bewildered glances; they had never actually seen a magical contract before.

"After all, you're still students," Lupin said. "But everyone in this house is trustworthy. When you graduate, you'll naturally join the Order of the Phoenix, I guarantee it."

"But that's another three years." Ron sighed, poking at the mashed potatoes on his plate in frustration.

He thought he had joined the Order of the Order of the Phoenix and was excited about it for a long time, only to find out in the end that it was all for naught.

"Don't say that, Remus." Tonks's hair turned a light pink again. "There are conditions for joining the Order of the Phoenix. What if their grades are too poor and they don't meet the requirements?"

"What?" Ron blurted out instinctively, "We also need to consider grades?"

"Of course," Moody said gruffly. "The Order of the Phoenix is fighting against the Death Eaters. How can we succeed if we're not strong enough? It's better to stay in a safer place than to go and die."

After saying that, he lowered his head and sniffed the beef pie in front of him, as if checking for poison.

This move greatly displeased Mrs. Weasley.

"Alastor, I made all of this myself."

Moody remained silent.

He knew this, of course, but habits formed over decades cannot be changed overnight.

He won't eat something, even if he made it himself, unless he checks it first.

Mrs. Weasley angrily gave him the smallest serving of mashed potatoes, which was probably only a small spoonful.

However, Moody's himself doesn't seem to care.

Everyone enjoyed the meal, and everyone was happy for Kyle and Harry.

As everyone served themselves food, they chatted, and the topic soon shifted to Moody and Sirius.

"Are you going to Hogwarts again this year?" Harry asked. "To continue being the Professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts?"

"I'll definitely go," Sirius said without hesitation. "I'm sure the curse has already worn off, so what's there to worry about?"

"Great!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, but the next second, he suddenly covered the scar on his forehead with his hand.

However, everyone's attention was drawn to Sirius, and they didn't notice this.

"Alastor, and you?" Tonks asked.

Moody hesitated for a moment, then did not answer.

After Voldemort's resurrection, he is destined to be very busy, whether it is guarding against Voldemort's sneak attacks or investigating the whereabouts of the Death Eaters, he will need a lot of time.

However, he was also very worried about the Hogwarts students' poor Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After all, they were about to face Voldemort, and they couldn't afford to be without the ability to protect themselves, so he had been hesitating about what to choose recently.

As for Sirius... to be honest, he's quite strong, but his teaching ability is rather average; he's only barely passable.

"Let's wait and see," Moody said, cutting a small piece of pie with his knife and putting it in his mouth. "Perhaps Dumbledore can find a better professor."

"I think it's unlikely," Kyle muttered to himself.

Although it's unclear what the situation will be like this year, the curse is unlikely to be over.

Moreover, under normal circumstances, no one would want to take this job. If someone did, it must be because he forcibly dragged a friend over.

Anyway, Dumbledore friends. If he catches one every year, he can keep it going for another fifty or sixty years without any problem.

The lunch gradually came to an end in a cheerful atmosphere.

Afterwards Tonks and Moody returned to the Ministry of Magic, while Kyle found Sirius chatting with Lupin.

"What did you say? A collection of books?"

"That's right." Kyle nodded. "The House of Black has been around for so long, there must be a lot of books here. I'd like to take a look."

"This... let me think..." Sirius frowned slightly, racking his brains for a long time, but still couldn't remember where the family's books were.

He did know there was a study upstairs, which was his grandfather's former room, and there was probably a wall of books inside, but Kyle certainly didn't want those.

"Kreacher, Kreacher!" Sirius shouted, clueless.

He didn't know, but he wasn't the only one there.

Soon, Kreacher, the House-elf, appeared before them.

"Sirius, Young Master Kyle," the House-elf said, bowing excitedly, "Would you like some raspberry cookies?"

"We've already eaten," Sirius said casually, then asked, "Do you know where all the books are kept here... not in the study, but in a place like a library?"

"Of course Kreacher knows," the House-elf said proudly. "The old master specifically instructed Kreacher to protect that place at all costs, saying it was the House of Black's most important treasure."

Kreacher suddenly began to sob, "Young Master Regulus used to love going to the library, and now Sirius has finally asked Kreacher about it too."

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Sirius's face.

Honestly, if Kyle hadn't asked, he probably would never have thought to look for the library.

But seeing the House-elf crying his eyes out, he was too embarrassed to tell the truth.

"Yes, yes," Sirius said, his eyes darting around. "Take us there, we want to go inside and take a look."

The House-elf glanced at Kyle, his expression showing some struggle and hesitation.

Because someone had previously instructed that only members of the House of Black were allowed to go to that place.

"How."

Since Kreacher hadn't responded, Sirius frowned and asked, "Can't we go?"

"Of course, no problem." The House-elf made a decision immediately. "Although young master Kyle is not a member of the House of Black, he brought young master Regulus back. Even if the old master knew, he would definitely agree."

"Kreacher will take you there right away!"