The so-called headquarters turned out to be Sirius's house, the Black family's ancestral home, leaving Harry unsure whether to laugh or cry.
At this time last year, he had practically been living here, yet now they were making such a mystery of it. But Harry soon noticed the differences.
First was the way they got there.
Last year, there had been all sorts of ways to reach Sirius's house. Apparition, Floo Powder, or even going straight to Grimmauld Place in London and opening the entrance with magic.
But now, everyone-the adult wizards who had been at Weasley Manor-was lining up to travel by Floo Powder through a concealed fireplace in a very inconspicuous little room in Weasley Manor.
"What's this about?" Harry asked Sirius, somewhat puzzled.
"My house has been completely sealed off now that it's serving as headquarters," Sirius explained with a grin. "Apart from this fireplace at Arthur's house, only Kreacher and I can Apparate inside. No other method works... well, Dumbledore might have some other way. You know how many tricks he has."
When he mentioned Dumbledore's many tricks, he even winked at Harry.
Harry, however, did not really have much of a reaction to that. Although he already knew Dumbledore was extremely powerful, he still lacked a clear impression of just how powerful he was.
So far, all he had seen was Dumbledore's incredibly magnificent Phoenix Patronus.
But Harry had no time to dwell on that now. He was more curious about something else. "What do you mean, headquarters? Headquarters for what?"
"Mm, the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix." Sirius thought for a moment before saying, "An organization Dumbledore and some people who opposed the Dark Lord formed a long time ago. It went quiet for a while after the Dark Lord fell. But