Before leaving, Madame Maxime nodded to the students of Beauxbatons and said, "There are still ten minutes before the carriage departs. You still have time."
Dumbledore a smile.
Phoebe led her sister to Morris.
"Goodbye." Morris asked, "When will you be traveling to Britain?"
Phoebe tidied her hair, her eyes sparkling.
"I've changed my mind," she said, looking pleased. "I'm going to find a job in Britain."
"You're France, aren't you?" Morris asked, somewhat puzzled. "Why are you going to Britain?"
Phoebe raised an eyebrow and said, "This was my own idea."
"Really?" Morris stroked his chin and asked, "Have you found a suitable job?"
Phoebe shook her head, her long silver hair swaying gently.
"Not yet," she said, her tone relaxed rather than anxious, "But don't worry, I think I'll find a place that suits me soon."
She spoke with a particular confidence, much like Morris.
"Then," Morris suggested, "Would you consider working for me?"
"What?"
Phoebe paused, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion.
Gabrielle looked up, delighted, at her sister and the older brother opposite her whom she liked very much.
Could it be...?
"I need an assistant to help me with things," Morris said, "Mainly handling the sales of the Phantom Flying Broomstick, and some other miscellaneous matters."
Phoebe then remembered that the young Morris was not only a student at Hogwarts, but also a very famous flying broomstick designer.
"Um.
She fell into deep thought.
"If you're unwilling, just refuse," Morris said calmly. "I can find someone else to help; my assistant will probably be very busy."
He knew his own nature well, and he would definitely hand over all the chores to his assistant when the time came.
After all, this is the kind of troublesome thing he hates the most.
That's why his assistants have to be trustworthy.
Frankly speaking, Phoebe, who just graduated, is not a suitable choice - she has no experience and is too young.
However, he found the other person agreeable.
As the boss, I can choose whoever I want.
He originally wanted to ask the Weasley Twins for help, but those two had their own careers to pursue and were probably not a good fit.
"I need to think about it," Phoebe said, her voice softer than before but more serious. "This job might not be right for me."
"Take your time to think it over," Morris replied. "Remember to write to me."
After the Beauxbatons delegation left, the Hogwarts students began to walk out towards Hogsmeade Station.
Morris moved slowly along with the crowd.
"Waaah"
Upon arriving at the station, a whistle sounded, and the Hogwarts Express had already stopped at the platform.
"Let's go," Kyle said to Morris. "Let's go to the very last carriage."
"I'm not getting on the train," Morris shook his head. " Dumbledore wants to see me about something."
Kyle glanced at him, didn't ask any further questions, nodded, and walked towards the train.
After saying goodbye to his friends, the train quickly departed, leaving only Morris, his cat, and Guantou on the platform.
"Ready?"
Dumbledore's voice came from behind Morris.
He turned around and saw the principal, who had somehow changed into a flashy purple robe, smiling at him.
"Where are we going?" Morris asked.
Dumbledore had a bad habit of telling riddles.
But this time he didn't keep it a secret and said directly, " 12 Grimmauld Place."
" Grimmauld Place..." Morris repeated, then asked, " Sirius's house?"
What are we going to do there?
"It seems you know." Dumbledore held out his hand. "I'll take you there. Grab me."
Without thinking twice, Morris took the other person's hand.
The next second, everything spun around them, and the two of them vanished from their spot, leaving only a bewildered Guantou in the room.
Guantou: I haven't gotten on the bus yet!
Grimmauld Place, London.
Dumbledore and Morris appeared in an alleyway.
"You should have waited until I had a firm grip before using the magic," Morris complained. "And besides, I left my cat there."
"I'm sorry," Dumbledore said apologetically, "I'll take you back later."
Morris looked around and found that it was just an ordinary, dimly lit alley. Judging from the small advertisements posted on the side, it should be in a Muggle residential area.
This must be Grimmauld Place.
They walked out, and at the end of the alley was a quiet street with no pedestrians and a few cars parked on the side.
"Follow me," Dumbledore said, taking the first step.
After walking along the sidewalk for a few minutes, they saw a man standing by the roadside, Sirius Black.
To be honest, Morris hadn't seen Sirius Black since the Triwizard Tournament.
"Is everyone here?" Dumbledore asked.
"Everyone who's available is here," Sirius replied, then looked at Morris. "Welcome to 12 Grimmauld Place."
As soon as he finished speaking, the building behind him was immediately pushed aside, revealing a large black door covered in scratches, with a doorknob shaped like a snake.
"Why do so many wizards like to build their houses in Muggle neighborhoods?" Morris asked casually.
"Who knows?" Sirius shrugged, stepped forward, and knocked on the door with his wand. The door opened.
The Entrance Hall was dimly lit, the wallpaper was peeling, the carpet looked dirty, and the crystal chandelier was covered in dust.
Sirius went straight upstairs, with Morris and Dumbledore following behind him.
Morris looked around and thought that if he were to live here, it would be best to renovate it.
The group made their way to the living room on the second floor.
The living room wasn't much better than the Entrance Hall, but it was still fairly clean overall.
At a glance, Morris saw many people, including familiar faces such as Moody, Lupin, Professor McGonagall, Snape... and even Mundungus Fletcher and Frick.
What are these two doing here?
Frick kept his eyes on Mundungus Fletcher, while Mundungus Fletcher kept his distance, pretending to look at an old landscape painting on the wall.
Morris stepped forward and asked, "What's going on, Frick? What are you doing?"
Frick sighed. " Dumbledore saved me a long time ago, so I'm here to help."
"Help?" Morris was taken aback.
"Yes," Frick said, equally surprised, "You didn't know?"
"Let me explain," Dumbledore, stepping up to Morris. "A long time ago, we formed an organization called the Order of the Order of the Phoenix to fight Voldemort. Now that he's back, the Order of the Phoenix needs to regroup."
"Everyone here is a member of the Order of the Phoenix," Sirius added. "This house is our temporary base."
Morris gave a look of sudden realization.
"So I'm a member of the Order of the Phoenix? How come I didn't know that?"