bioinnovel Chapter 402 Lots of Fun in the Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 402 Lots of Fun in the Order of the Phoenix
Chapter 402 Lots of Fun in the Order of the Phoenix
In the evening, Belvina, who had been busy all day, left the Ministry of Magic.
She first returned to her farmhouse in Fertile Ground via the Floonet, and then set off from the farmhouse back to London.
Fortunately, she was a skilled witch, and Apparition made it incredibly convenient for her to travel back and forth between the two places.
At night, Place Grimoire appears even more shabby and dilapidated, with the facades of the surrounding houses looking gloomy and the old windows gleaming dimly under the streetlights.
Belvina strode up the stone steps in front of number 12, drew her wand, and knocked on the door.
With a clanging of metal and the scraping of chains, the dark door opened.
This summer, Sirius Black will offer up his old house at 12 Grimmauld Place as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix.
Belvina had no opinion on this. The house belonged to Sirius, and he could do whatever he wanted with it as long as he was happy.
Besides, even Sirius Black himself belongs to the Order of the Phoenix, so what's a house he contributes?
Belvina stepped across the threshold and into the foyer, where an old-fashioned gas lamp suddenly lit up, casting a beam of light that illuminated the foyer and the long corridor.
With a series of hurried footsteps, Mrs. Weasley emerged from the other end of the corridor.
"Belvina, everyone's waiting for you." Mrs. Weasley strode towards the foyer. "Would you like something to eat?"
After 12 Grimmauld Place was designated as the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, everyone in the Weasley family except Percy and Charlie moved there.
Mrs. Weasley took on the responsibility of caring for and receiving all the members of the Order of the Phoenix, and the task of looking after the house also fell to this kind and amiable middle-aged woman.
"Molly, I hope Kreacher didn't get in your way," Belvina said.
Since the Weasleys moved in, Kreacher's tough time has begun. He not only has to deal with a whole family of pure-blood traitors, but his job has also been taken away by Mrs. Weasley.
Laundry, cooking, cleaning—Mrs. Weasley took on all the housework, leaving old Kreacher to run to his mistress's portrait and lament Sirius's wasteful spending.
When the Muggle-born Hermione Granger moved in, old Kreacher cried and wailed, lamenting that Black's ancestral home had been defiled.
"Kreacher never said those weird things to our faces," Mrs. Weasley whispered. "And he's been a great help to me."
Even Mrs. Weasley, who is skilled in housework, is just a middle-aged woman in front of house-elves.
"Enough of that, come on, the meeting is about to begin," Mrs. Weasley continued. "Many people have returned today."
Belvina and Mrs. Weasley walked down the long corridor, talking in hushed tones.
Just then, the house-elf Kreacher dragged his heavy steps down the stairs and then darted over in a flash.
Old Kreacher suddenly knelt down, then kowtowed, crying out, "Miss Belvina, please stop Sirius's actions!"
Upon hearing this, Belvina awkwardly dug her toes into the ground, while Mrs. Weasley looked embarrassed and flustered.
"Mudbloods, werewolves, liars, thieves, and—" Kreacher, banging his head on the ground, glanced at Mrs. Weasley, "and—and—the house reeks of sewers and criminals, but what can old Kreacher do!"
Large tears rolled down from her tennis ball-sized eyes as the house-elf cried his heart out.
"Kreacher, why don't you come back to Fertile Plains with me?" Belvina, whose toes seemed to have dug out a three-bedroom apartment, said.
"Switch with Dobby and let him come over here."
Instantly, old Kreacher stopped crying.
The house-elf stood up, silently walked up the stairs, and disappeared at the corner of the stairs.
Leaving Grimmauld Place and the ancestral home of the Blacks was something Kreacher could not accept under any circumstances.
This old house bears witness to the glory of the Black family, and it still retains the scent of Regulus. Kreacher doesn't want to leave.
"Um—" Belvina said apologetically, "I'm sorry!"
Although Kreacher's tearful outburst didn't mention the Weasleys, Belvina knew what Kreacher called them in private—a couple of spendthrift old men and a pair of annoying brats.
Although both Belvina and Sirius are atypical Blacks, the siblings cannot change the conventional perception of house-elves.
"It's alright, it's alright," Mrs. Weasley waved her hands repeatedly. "This has always been the Black family's ancestral home."
Mrs. Weasley, pulling Belvina along, continued, "It's understandable that Kreacher can't handle having so many of us move in all at once. And that bastard Mundungus Fletcher!"
Mentioning the little thief Mundungus, Mrs. Weasley's kind face immediately turned ferocious; she was very worried that Mundungus would lead the children astray.
Listening to Mrs. Weasley's concerns, Belvina walked down the corridor and the stairs to the large kitchen located in the basement.
At this moment, the large, cave-like kitchen was filled with people.
Sirius Black and Lupin, the wolf-like friends; Arthur and Bill, the red-haired heroes; Aristotle Moody, the disabled but determined hero; and Aurors Kingsley Shackleton and Nymphadora Tonks.
Besides these familiar faces, there are also Hestia Jones, Emily Vance, and the pesky Mundungus Fletcher.
Strangely enough, Mundungus Fletcher, a petty thief who always puts his own interests first, actually joined the Order of the Phoenix in its early days and can be considered a veteran member of the organization.
However, Elder Mundungus did not receive the respect he deserved; most of the people in the Order of the Phoenix disliked him, and Belvina was no exception.
If this guy were just a thief and a conman, people might turn a blind eye, but Mundungus lacks a sense of responsibility and is unreliable. Apart from being familiar with conmen and thieves, Mundungus has no redeeming qualities.
What Belvina found most unbearable was that Mundungus always smoked a cigarette with a terrible smell, and he always had a strong stench of tobacco and alcohol mixed together on his body.
If it weren't for Dumbledore's insistence, Mundungus Fletcher would have been expelled from the Order of the Phoenix long ago.
"Belvina!" Tonks, sporting a pink Dora hairstyle, greeted her enthusiastically, accidentally bumping into a table as she stood up.
Aside from being a bit careless, Belvina quite liked her niece.
"Dora, how's Andromeda doing lately?" Belvina waved with a smile.
"Tonks! Call me Tonks!" Tonks said angrily. She didn't like people calling her by her name, nor did she like Belvina calling her "Dora".
However, you can't fight a machine with your bare hands.
"Okay, Dora," Belvina said, sitting down next to Sirius. "Got it, Dora."
Tonks sat down angrily, pouting as she looked at her aunt, who wasn't much older than her. As she sat down, Tonks carelessly bumped into the table again.
After flirting with her niece, the young and kind aunt then looked at the bald, red-haired man like a scheming woman.
Arthur Weasley wearing glasses.
"Arthur, I heard you and Percy had a fight?" Belvina said. "Can't father and son talk things out?"
"Wasn't it you who stirred up trouble between us?" Mr. Weasley feigned anger.
Mrs. Weasley, who happened to be passing by, also pretended to be angry, slapped Belvina on the back, and said reproachfully, "That's right, it's all your fault."
In the afternoon, after leaving Belvina's office, Percy went straight to the Department of Law Enforcement, where he got into an argument with his father, Arthur, in the office prohibiting the misuse of Muggle items.
The news spread throughout the Ministry of Magic within an hour, and almost everyone in the ministry knew that the Weasleys had fallen out and each had chosen a side.
However, the people in the department were not surprised by this, as it was not uncommon for fathers and sons to turn against each other and bet on both sides.
Moreover, Percy's boss, Belvina, is a perfect example.
Although there is no news yet to prove that the Blake siblings have fallen out, it is obvious that the two siblings have different positions.
"I've really seen something today!" Kingsley Shackleton exclaimed. "I never imagined Arthur could be so terrifying when he's angry!"
The Auror Office belongs to the Department of Law Enforcement. Although it is separated from the Office for the Prevention of Muggle Misuse by several corridors, these distances cannot stop a heart that wants to gossip.
"Percy's arguing is pretty intense too. I thought they were really fighting," Tonks added. "If Kingsley hadn't stopped me, I would have gone over to break them up."
With Belvina joining them, the atmosphere in the kitchen became lively, and everyone chatted and laughed.
After a long while, Moody, unable to bear it any longer, slammed his cane down hard, bringing the increasingly off-track meeting back on track.