Rita finds Lovegood unreasonable.

My brain is full of paste!

How could some people be so obsessed with children's fairy tales that they even believe them to be true?

"At least he won't stop you from publishing any articles." Harry also looked back.

Mr. Lovegood walked with his back straight and in a commanding manner.

Harry sighed, he was wrong.

He is different from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore may just look a little crazy, and maybe a little crazy sometimes, but he has brains and abilities.

This person is not like that, he is just crazy.

"But as his colleague, I still have to listen to him..." Rita clenched her fists. She even had the courage to express a different opinion to Harry.

"He doesn't look very bright," Harry interrupted her, "while the daughter seems sharp, she's still young."

"I'll talk to Hagrid about the things he wants after school starts. He might be interested."

"Just focus on our business."

Rita muttered and agreed reluctantly.

"Oh, one more thing," Harry continued. "Miss Skeeter, I'm afraid you have one more task to do."

Rita took a step back, her voice trembling and stammering: "Another, another mission?"

"Do you know anything about Ragnak?" Harry asked.

Rita nodded, "Of course, the leader of the rebellious goblins, a pathetic old goblin with nothing but ambition and forging skills."

"It's gone." Harry nodded. "Find it."

"Just a fairy." Rita shook her head.

Harry didn't say anything, he just tapped on his robes, and the cloth hit the leather armor, making a low, muffled sound.

Rita suddenly realized.

I forgot that Mr. Potter is proficient in both melee combat and magic.

"Then I should look for it first?" Rita asked tentatively, "and put off the matters related to that gentleman for a while?"

Fairy, it's safe.

Harry shook his head: "This is not a conflict. We suspect that Ragnak may be with that group of people. If you find it, you will find that group of people."

Rita's face turned a little green.

Fairy...

It is very safe, but when it comes to being involved with the Death Eaters, it becomes even more dangerous!

"Mr. Potter, I..." Rita's voice became extremely frightened.

Harry shook his head and said nothing, but took out a bottle of potion from his pocket and put it in her hand.

"What is this?" Rita picked it up. It was a potion she had never seen before. The potion was pitch black, but clear and clean, like a black gem.

"It's a potion developed by Professor Snape," Harry explained. "After drinking it, you can control your body and turn it into a physical body. It can save your life in case you are caught by the Death Eaters again."

Rita couldn't help sobbing.

How thoughtful of Mr. Porter to have considered the possibility of him being caught again.

She carefully put away the potion, and tried to use her short stature and exaggerated and childish makeup to disguise herself as a pitiful little girl and ask Harry for another bottle of potion.

"I don't think you would be the kind of person who gets caught, escapes, and then comes back for help, foolishly going to get killed." Harry declined politely.

Snape had not yet taught him the recipe for this potion.

I don't have much on my hands.

Rita sighed.

Why, with so many talented people in the Order of the Phoenix, has such a heavy burden fallen on a poor, weak ladybug like me?

Back at the Blake mansion, Rita was lying in the living room, exhausted.

Ron, George, Fred and others were discussing who would be the professor of Defense Against the Dark Arts next year.

Sirius was standing aside, praising the new professor whom he had "never met before" and praised the books he had chosen for being so suitable. He said that this new professor must be an excellent professor for both the fifth and seventh grades.

George and Fred were skeptical.

If a veteran Auror like Professor Moody is not as good as Professor Lupin, is there anyone who can be better than Professor Lupin?

Ron wanted to praise Lupin to the sky, and he didn't hesitate to belittle the new professor whom he had never met before.

"Ron is going to be in trouble when school starts." Hermione deadpanned.

"Did you see that?" Harry asked her.

Hermione nodded: "Sirius is not the kind of person who would care much about strangers. The only reason he is like this is probably because he received an invitation from Professor Dumbledore."

"But how did you think it was him?"

"There probably isn't anyone available." Harry guessed. "The Ministry of Magic has even recalled Professor Moody. I guess not many people can come. Those who are willing are restrained by that group of people. Isn't Sirius the only one left?"

“That’s a good thing, too.”

"It would save him from running around and getting into danger when I'm not at home."

Hermione nodded.

July was about to pass quickly, and on Harry's birthday, the Order of the Phoenix held a grand birthday party for him. Snape did not attend, but he did not forget to send gifts, which were the experiences and ideas he had gained from brewing witcher potions during this period.

This is the greatest gift a Potions Master can give.

Dumbledore gave Harry and Hermione a bracelet with two magical auras on it.

Hermione gave Harry a pendant that was a perfect replacement for the one Bill had given her earlier. It was very exquisite, made of sterling silver with rubies inlaid on the edge. There was a lifelike griffin engraved on the front and Harry's name engraved on the back.

Harry loved it.

It would be even better if the pattern on the badge was a wolf's head - I had just learned how to transform into an Animagus of a white wolf, and I had finally proved my identity as a wolf-faction witcher, and Hermione gave me such a badge.

Um……

Without any hesitation, he replaced the amulet and put on the "Griffin" pendant.

Other people's gifts were pretty standard.

What surprised Harry most was Neville's gift, a steel sword, a very ordinary kind, more for decoration than for actual combat, and a letter, hoping to meet and talk with Harry on the train.

But this had no effect on the dinner.

They drank and sang.

Tonks stumbled and pulled down the musty curtain in the hallway, waking up the portrait of Mrs. Walburga Black, so that the second half of the birthday party was shrouded in the shrill cries of a bunch of portraits.

She was sorry about this, and this was the thirteenth time she had apologized for it.

However, this did not have any effect, it just made Sirius want to take down the portrait even more. However, there was a "permanent sticking spell" on it, and he couldn't take it off no matter how hard he tried.

Ask Dumbledore and Harry for help, but their attitudes on this matter are almost the same, unwilling to help, after all, she is Sirius' mother. They are not qualified.

Time is ticking forward.

Another full moon is approaching.

"You all need to leave for a while tomorrow." Harry asked them during dinner time.

"Remus is going to stay at home?" Arthur was stunned.

Harry nodded: "Yeah."

"I'll stay in my room then." Hermione said without hesitation, "It's too much trouble to go back."

"We are hiding in the room too." George and Fred swallowed the mutton in their mouths. "And we haven't shown the new weapon to Harry yet. We have been modifying some data recently."

“I have to say, math is a real headache.”

"But we are almost there, all we need to do is verify it at the end..."

Arthur said sternly, "No, no, you can only conduct the experiment like you did that day when Harry, Dumbledore and I are present."

"Harry said he would wait until we get back to Hogwarts." George sighed, "There's plenty of space in the school."

Arthur's eyes turned horrified.

"The Black Lake." Harry reminded him that Hogwarts was not only a castle, but also vast open spaces.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then Molly and I will take Ginny back to have a look." He nodded and said softly, "We haven't been back to the Burrow for a long time."

"Where's Miss Tonks?" Harry looked at the only person at the long table who hadn't spoken yet.

Not all members of the Order of the Phoenix are as idle as Sirius and Lupin, they all have jobs. The reason why Arthur returns to the Black mansion every day is because Molly stays here with the children so that he can take care of Harry, Sirius, Lupin and others.

The three of them are not unable to make a living, they can live very well.

But Molly kept nagging about it.

A godfather and an uncle actually need to be taken care of by a teenager?

She couldn't stand it, so she asked to stay and pretend that Bill, Charlie and Percy were back.

Tonks was the only one who came every day without any reason to stay.

"Me?" Tonks raised her head. "Of course I want to stay. Hermione wants me to teach her..."

"Some knowledge about Auror training." Hermione panicked and pressed on the table, interrupting her and saying the rest first.

Tonks looked confused.

Isn't it beauty magic?

Why did it suddenly change and become knowledge in Auror training?

Harry nodded and they continued eating.

"Will it be dangerous for Remus to turn into a werewolf tomorrow?" Tonks suddenly asked.

Lupin frowned and spoke in a serious tone, adopting the tone of a professor: "Ms. Tonks, as an Auror, you should be very aware of the dangers of werewolves. We are... a very dangerous creature. After turning into a werewolf, we will lose our reason."

"Haven't you been drinking wolfsbane potion all week?" Tonks asked.

Lupin remained serious: "That only keeps me partially sane. Remember, it's only part of me, not all of me."

"If you pay attention to the management measures for werewolves issued by the Ministry of Magic a few years ago, even werewolves who have taken wolfsbane potion are advised to stay away from people during the full moon."

Tonks nodded woodenly and stabbed the steak hard with a fork. After a while, she raised her head again and said, "I heard that Harry and Sirius are helping you find a way to break the werewolf curse?"

"I am a full-fledged Auror, can I get involved?"

Lupin shook his head and immediately refused: "No, this is very dangerous..."

"Of course," Harry said over him. "My godfather and I would welcome a reliable helper."

Sirius hesitated.

Tonks has always been very carefree.