"Do you know where Kyle used the magic?"

Seeing Hermione's reaction, George said angrily: "The Leaky Cauldron, this is unbelievable!"

"That's impossible!" Hermione blurted out, "I've read in a book that the function of Trace Thread is to detect magical reactions in an 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 letter ourselves," said Fred.

"And I confirmed it many times, there is absolutely no mistake."

"But……"

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

"Okay, dear." She led them to the kitchen. "Anyway, they're all right now, and that's enough.

"I thought you must be starving, so I made beef pies and roast chicken, as well as various breads with jams..."

Mr. Weasley did not come in with them, "Well, I have to go."

"Let's finish lunch first."

"No, there is still a lot of work waiting, I can't leave for too long."

With that, Mr. Weasley Disapparated away.

Fred and George also immediately became interested. They also Apparated themselves from the hallway to the kitchen.

"That's enough, both of you." Mrs. Weasley was startled and shouted, "It's true that you can use magic, but that doesn't mean you have to use magic for everything you do, and I've told you many times not to Apparate in the room!"

"Okay, Mom!" Fred and George responded, then ran away smiling.

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

During the meal, Professor Moody and Tonks also came back, and they all sat together. Mrs. Weasley distributed beef pie and mashed potatoes to everyone's plate.

"So, you've joined the Order of the Phoenix, too?" Tonks said happily, her hair also turning a bright golden color.

"Actually, I'm not sure." Kyle said that Dumbledore had not told him this explicitly, but since Mr. Weasley invited him, it meant that he had obtained Dumbledore's consent in advance.

So, Kyle is not sure whether he is a member of the Order of the Phoenix, or is he just a temporary worker now?

"It doesn't matter. I think Dumbledore thinks you're not old enough," Tonks said. "Just like the rest of them."

She glanced at Harry and the other two sitting opposite her.

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

"Of course not." Tonks said with a smile, "Every official member of the Order of the Phoenix must sign a magic contract. Have you signed it?"

"This..." Ron and Harry looked at each other. They had never seen any magic contract before.

"You are still students after all." Lupin said, "But anyone who can be in this house is trustworthy. When you graduate, you will be able to join the Order of the Phoenix naturally. I promise."

"But that's three years away," Ron sighed, poking at his plate of mashed potatoes in frustration.

He thought he had joined the Order of the Phoenix and was excited about it for a long time, but in the end he found out that it was all in vain.

"Don't say that, Remus." Tonks' 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 said subconsciously, "It depends on the results?"

"Of course." Moody said gruffly, "The Order of the Phoenix is ​​to fight against the Death Eaters. How can they not be strong enough? Instead of going to die, it is better to stay in a safer place."

After saying that, he lowered his head and sniffed the beef pie in front of him, as if checking whether it was poisonous.

This move did not please Mrs. Weasley.

"Alastor, I made all this myself."

Moody said nothing.

Of course he knew this, but a habit that had been maintained for decades could not be changed easily.

He won't eat anything he makes without checking it.

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

But Moody himself doesn't care.

The meal was a very enjoyable one, with everyone feeling happy for Kyle and Harry.

Everyone started serving food and chatting, and the topic soon shifted to Moody and Sirius.

"I will definitely go." Sirius said without hesitation: "I dare say that the curse must have been invalidated. If so, then there is nothing to worry about."

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

But everyone's attention was drawn to Sirius and no one noticed this.

"Alastor, what about you?" Tonks asked.

Moody hesitated for a moment and did not answer.

After Voldemort's resurrection, he was destined to be very busy. Whether it was guarding against Voldemort's sneak attack or investigating the whereabouts of the Death Eaters, it would take a lot of time.

But at the same time, he was also very worried about the poor Defense Against the Dark Arts skills of Hogwarts students.

After all, they will face Voldemort next, and they cannot do without the ability to protect themselves, so he has been hesitating about what to choose recently.

As for Sirius...to be honest, his strength is very good, but his teaching ability is a bit average, and can only be considered barely qualified.

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"Let's talk about it later." Moody cut a small piece of pie with a table knife and put it in his mouth, saying, "Maybe Dumbledore can find a better professor."

"I don't think it's likely." Kyle muttered quietly.

Although it is unclear what the situation will be this year, the curse may not be over.

And under normal circumstances, no one would want to take this job. If someone did, it would definitely be that he forced a friend to come over.

Anyway, Dumbledore has many friends, so if he catches one a year, there will be no problem continuing for another fifty or sixty years.

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? Book collection?"

"That's right." Kyle nodded. "The Black family has been passed down for so long, there must be a lot of books here. I want to take a look."

"Well, let me think..." Sirius frowned slightly and thought hard for a long time, but still couldn't remember where the books at home were.

He did know there was a study upstairs, which was his grandfather's room, and there was probably a wall of books in it, but those were definitely not what Kyle wanted.

"Kreacher, Kreacher!" Sirius shouted loudly, clueless.

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

Soon, Kreacher, the house-elf, appeared in front of him.

"Master Sirius, Master Kyle." The elf bowed and said, showing great excitement, "Do you want to eat raspberry cookies?"

"We've already had dinner." Sirius said casually, and then asked, "Do you know where the books here are kept... Not in the study, but in a place like a library."

"Of course Kreacher knows." The elf said proudly, "The old master specifically told Kreacher to protect it no matter what. He also said that it is the most important wealth of the Black family."

Kreacher suddenly began to sob and said, "Master Regulus' favorite thing before was to go to the library. Now Master Sirius finally asked Kreacher."

A flash of embarrassment crossed Sirius's face.

To be honest, if Kyle hadn't asked, he might never have thought of looking for where the library was.

But seeing the house-elf crying, he was too embarrassed to tell the truth.

"Yes, yes." Sirius said with a wandering look, "Take us there, we want to take a look inside."

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

Because someone had told them before that only members of the Black family could go to that place.

"how."

Because Kreacher hadn't responded, Sirius couldn't help but frown and asked, "Can't we go?"

"Of course, no problem." The elf made a decision in his heart, "Although Master Kyle is not from the Black family, he brought Master Regulus back. Even if the old master knew, he would definitely agree.

"Kreacher will take you there right away!"

…

(End of this chapter)