Morris went into the next room and stood before the cabinet by the fireplace.
There was a jar on the cabinet. He unscrewed the lid and found that the green powder inside had clumped together and was hard as a rock.
It's probably damp.
never mind.
Morris took out his wand.
" Apparition!"
His figure vanished from the spot in an instant.
After landing again, he had arrived at the gate of 12 Grimmauld Place.
If he remembers correctly, today is the day the Order of the Order of the Phoenix gathers.
Just as Morris was about to knock, the door suddenly opened by itself.
"Please come in, Morris, don't just stand there like an idiot." A familiar voice came from inside.
It's Fred and George.
The two men were standing in the Entrance Hall, each holding a steaming cup of Butterbeer, their robes stained with numerous colorful spots.
"Our colorful exploding boxes failed; these paints are indelible magical paints," Fred said, taking a sip of his Butterbeer. "Hurry to the living room; Professor Dumbledore is already waiting for you."
"You've joined the Order of the Phoenix?" Morris asked.
Fred shook his head and said, "No, Dad doesn't allow minors to join."
George scoffed, "But we're adults now. We've even finished our Apparition lessons."
This is probably just showing off.
"Slap! Slap!"
With two crisp sounds, Fred and George appeared on the stairs not far away, shoulder to shoulder, their faces full of smugness.
Morris smiled.
Wizards who have just learned Apparition can't help but show it off everywhere, wishing they could use the spell to go up and down stairs.
Until it becomes overused and overburdens your brain.
"Alright, stop playing around."
Morris walked through the Entrance Hall, up the stairs, and past the two men, with Fred and George immediately following.
Upon entering the living room, it was already filled with people.
Not only were all the members of the Order of the Phoenix he had met before present, but many others were also there, such as the Mr. and Mrs. Weasley.
"The meeting will begin immediately," Dumbledore said to Morris.
His expression was slightly serious.
At the same time, Mr. Weasley stood up, walked over to Fred and George, and commanded in an unquestionable tone, "You two go upstairs."
"Then we'll be going now." Fred waved and winked at Morris. "Remember to come upstairs when you're done. Harry and the others are waiting for you there."
"I understand." Morris nodded.
After the twins left, Mr. Weasley patted Morris on the shoulder and said seriously, "What we're about to talk about is best left unsaid to Harry and the others."
"We'll see," Morris shrugged.
Mr. Weasley wanted to say something more, but Dumbledore clapped his hands, gesturing for them to gather around the table.
The meetings of the Order of the Phoenix were nothing more than the exchange of information they had gathered about Voldemort and the Death Eaters.
Once everyone had arrived, Dumbledore immediately got down to business.
Voldemort has gathered a group of old Death Eaters and is planning something big.
He nodded to Snape and continued, "Although there hasn't been any action yet, one thing is certain: Voldemort is looking for an opportunity to harm Harry. He needs Harry Potter."
Sirius added, " Voldemort wanted Harry's flesh and blood to repair his own mutilated body."
This statement caused everyone present to fall silent for a moment.
Morris hadn't intended to interrupt, but since Harry was involved, he asked anyway, "Where did this information come from?"
"A strange wizard appeared where Harry lives recently. He was most likely sent by Voldemort," Lupin explained.
"I see." Morris stroked his chin.
He remembered that when Voldemort was resurrected, he used Harry's blood.
Voldemort might be planning to pull off a similar stunt again.
"We now know the location of a Death Eaters stronghold," Dumbledore continued. "Someone needs to investigate and see what they're doing there."
He then listed a long string of names, including Morris, Sirius, and Lupin.
"You're in charge of this mission. Remember, your safety is paramount. Don't rule out the possibility that this is a trap."
So Morris received a side quest from Dumbledore.
It's the kind of reward without any mission objectives.
After the Order of the Phoenix meeting ended, Morris went upstairs.
Fred and George were already waiting for him at the doorway.
"Come in quickly."
The two men pulled him into the room.
This appears to be a bedroom, with a high ceiling and two single beds.
Although the renovation was a bit run-down, it was generally clean.
Besides the Weasley Twins, the trio of Harry, Ron, and Hermione were also present.
"Good evening," Morris said.
" Morris, what was discussed at the Order of the Order of the Phoenix meeting?" Harry asked quickly, his green eyes filled with tension.
" Dumbledore has assigned some tasks," Morris said calmly. "I need to investigate a place that is suspected to Death Eaters stronghold."
"That's it?" Hermione pressed.
"Anyway, this is all I have to do." Morris casually sat down on a single bed.
Dumbledore also assigned some tasks to the others, but he didn't listen very carefully.
"We can clearly help, so why can't we join in?" Fred's voice was filled with resentment.
He and George leaned against the wall, arms crossed, their expressions almost identically indignant.
"If the Order of the Phoenix is destroyed, at least the Weasley family will still have some embers left," Morris casually remarked.
"Oh! Don't say such discouraging things!" Ron said.
There was a Wizard's Chess's chessboard in front of him; he had probably just been playing chess with himself.
Harry sighed and looked up at Morris: "Is there anything I can do?"
"Just protect yourself," Morris said. " Voldemort is probably looking for you."
"I knew it." Harry nodded, excitedly saying, "In fact, I guessed it on the second day of my vacation, because members of the Order of the Phoenix were secretly protecting me."
"At least it's safe in this house." Perhaps to reassure Harry, Hermione sat down next to Harry and said, "Once school starts, we can go back to Hogwarts."
"So we're just going to ignore Voldemort?" Harry frowned.
" Dumbledore's here," Mori said. "We don't need to worry about Voldemort. To put it bluntly, we're not capable of dealing with him."
Harry was speechless.
Afterwards, Morris and the other members of the Order of the Phoenix had dinner in the living room.
Sirius told Morris, "To avoid a leak from an insider, the operation will take place at 1 a. m. tomorrow."