Hogwarts Raven's Claw

Chapter 392: Phoenix Order Base (Sorry I wrote it but forgot to post it)
After leaving Hogwarts, Mike returned to the Masonic secret realm, and using the fireplace built in it, he took the public Floo network directly to Norwich in the east of the Kingdom of Ying.

This is a peaceful city, and its buildings have a feeling of the coal-producing country in the 1980s. Of course, these are a bit outdated in this era.

The Floo network node set up by the Ministry of Magic is located in an abandoned villa on the edge of the city. When Mike walked out of it, he found that the yard of the villa was already overgrown with weeds. In addition to the street name written on it, the sign at the door was also carved with skulls and various ghost sketches with a knife - needless to say, this must be a "haunted house" full of ghost legends.

Mike didn't stay here for long. He summoned the fire crossbow and flew towards the west.

There were relatively few forests in Ying Country, so Mike rode the night wind and searched in the air for only half an hour before he found the forest that Dumbledore had written on the note.

But when he landed by the creek in the middle of the forest, something unexpected happened!
I saw that the trees near the lake in the middle of the forest were surrounded by a large number of vines. The moment Mike landed, these vines twisted their bodies and swept towards Mike.

'Devil's Snare!'

With the help of the still bright moonlight in the sky, Mike immediately recognized the identities of these vines, and then he drew out his wand!
"boom!"

There was a loud explosion in the air, and a large ball of red flame ignited from the blackthorn wood wand. The devil's snares that were originally sweeping towards this side sensed the heat of the flames and began to retreat!

However, they did not give up on Mike, their prey. They retreated to ten meters away from Mike and stopped, staying in the darkness, ready to rush forward at any time after the fire disappeared.

Slightly relieved, Mike looked around vigilantly while walking towards the three huge elm trees growing side by side not far away.

This is the forest where Dumbledore's safe house is located. Although Mike's current strength can easily turn this forest into ashes, it is foreseeable that by then Dumbledore's safe house will be affected even if it is not destroyed by the fire.

When Mike arrived at the three elm trees, he only saw the same forest full of fallen leaves and trees as the surrounding area, and there was no sign of the house at all.

But he was not in a hurry. Instead, he closed his eyes and silently recited the address given by Dumbledore.

'Twenty miles west of Norwich, on the west side of a small lake in the middle of a forest, three elms in a row.'

After repeating it silently three times, when Mike opened his eyes again, he found that the forest in front of him had undergone tremendous changes!

The space in front of him suddenly twisted, and a dilapidated villa suddenly appeared, twisting and pushing all the surrounding trees, including the three huge elm trees, to the sides!

Although he was used to seeing all kinds of wonders in the wizarding world, Mike was still temporarily distracted when he saw such a huge Fidelius Charm for the first time.

When he came to his senses, he found that the space in front of him had stopped distorting, and the door of a shabby villa with a garden was open in front of him.

Taking a deep breath, Mike walked towards the villa holding his torch-like magic wand. The garden of the villa was already filled with thick fallen leaves. These fallen leaves were rotting wantonly in the humid forest, forming a black-brown mud on the ground. Stepping on it felt like walking into dog shit, which made Mike very unhappy.

But no matter how unhappy he was, Mike had no choice but to move on.

However, as a revenge for the garden owner's laziness, Mike did not wipe the mud off his feet on the stone slabs at the door when he stepped into the villa. As a result, as Mike strode into the villa, a series of black footprints were printed on the dusty stone floor in the villa's foyer.

There was a house-elf with drooping ears standing in the entrance hall of the villa. Mike guessed that he was sent by Dumbledore to greet him, but he seemed very dissatisfied with Mike for bringing in the mud from outside, and stood there trembling with anger.

Unfortunately, as a house-elf, he did not have the authority to beat up his guests.

So after glaring at Mike for a moment, he gritted his teeth and pointed at the stairs leading to the second floor.

"You are a bad house-elf," Mike suddenly said to the house-elf as he passed by the house-elf walking towards the stairs, "This villa is very dirty, especially the garden outside. It can be seen that you don't work hard at all!"

After saying that, Mike walked up the stairs with a smirk on his face, leaving the house-elf staring at Mike in amazement.

I don't know how much time passed, until Mike disappeared around the corner, the house-elf finally reacted.

He just snapped his fingers and produced a broom, then gritted his teeth and walked towards the garden outside the villa.

At this time, Mike walked into the only room on the second floor with an open door.

This is a room filled with all kinds of books. Compared with the outside, it is relatively clean here. Although it still looks a bit messy, at least there is no dust everywhere.

The only thing that could be called furniture inside was a set of desks placed right in front of the window. The person Mike was looking for, Dumbledore, who was wearing an orange robe with white spots, had his back to Mike, looking through the transparent glass window at the small lake not far away that reflected the moon.

"You shouldn't tease Little Teacup. He's a very good house-elf. The reason this place is so dirty is not because he doesn't work hard, but because I just borrowed him from a friend's house and haven't had time to start cleaning yet."

Dumbledore's iconic voice came slowly. Mike didn't say anything stubborn. His behavior just now was indeed a bit bad taste and childish. Those words might also cause immeasurable psychological harm to the house-elf. So he said expressionlessly:

"I'm sorry, Headmaster Dumbledore. I'll apologize to the little...little teacup later for what I said and did."

"Very good," Dumbledore turned to look at Mike with a warm smile on his face, "So, Mike, why did you come to see me?"

Dumbledore was wearing a nightcap on his head. It was an orange velvet pointed hat that looked a bit like a Christmas hat, but at the end of the hat there was a huge ball of snow-white wool.

As Dumbledore suddenly turned around, the ball of wool shook violently, which was very funny when combined with Dumbledore's chiffon nightgown.

Mike suppressed his smile, forced a straight face, and said seriously:

"It was Harry. I used Legilimency on him when I was teaching him Occlumency, but I didn't expect to find that he had started having nightmares again. And this time, Voldemort appeared in his dream!"

Upon hearing this, Dumbledore's expression changed drastically. His warm smile suddenly disappeared, and he was replaced by a serious expression and asked:

"What kind of dream was it?"

"See for yourself."

As he spoke, Mike took out the blackthorn wand, put the tip of the wand against his temple, and slowly moved the wand after accumulating power. As Mike moved, a ray of light emitting bright silver light was pulled out by the tip of the wand.

Seeing this, Dumbledore understood what he meant, and casually took out a huge marble table from a drawer of the desk. The table was taller than the entire desk, and there were a large number of ancient magic runes engraved all over the stone table, some of which even Mike could not recognize.

And on the top of the stone platform there is a semicircular groove, which is filled with a pool of bright silver liquid.

Pensieve!
Mike made a judgment, then raised his wand and placed the ray of light into the basin.

As ripples spread out, Dumbledore couldn't wait to bury his head in them.

……

"Hall of Prophecy, his target is that prophecy!"

These words were uttered ten minutes later as Dumbledore raised his head from the Pensieve.

Dumbledore's expression was very complicated at this moment, with a bit of surprise, but also some relief, as if he had expected Voldemort to do this, but had never dared to believe it.

Mike was secretly delighted, for he was familiar with the plot and had long known that Voldemort's target was the prophecies about him and Harry stored in the Hall of Prophecy. On the way here, he had also thought about this plan in detail.

In the original book, Dumbledore and the Order of the Phoenix did fight a great battle with Voldemort and his Death Eaters in the Hall of Prophecy, but the result was disastrous, because although they stopped Voldemort's conspiracy, they also lost a capable general - Sirius Black!

This seemed unreasonable to Mike. Voldemort took advantage of Harry's impulsiveness and Dumbledore's inadequate preparation, which was why he won a small victory in this war.

Mike is confident that with his presence this time, the trap Voldemort set for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix will become his own cage!
If his Freemasonry joins forces with Dumbledore's Order of the Phoenix, there is a high probability that they can directly defeat Voldemort and return him to the state of wandering spirit in the Ministry of Magic.

Even if that doesn't work, we can at least kill all of Voldemort's Death Eaters!

Of course, this requires Dumbledore's cooperation, and this is exactly the purpose of Mike's trip.

"Oh? What Hall of Prophecy?"

Thinking of this, Mike pretended to know nothing and looked at Dumbledore in confusion.

Dumbledore in front of him did not speak evasively as Mike expected, but explained directly:

"The Hall of Prophecy. That is the place where the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic keeps prophecies. Voldemort's target is a prophecy stored there."

Dumbledore paused here, as if he was struggling over whether to tell Mike what happened next. But after struggling for a moment, he said:
"I believe you also know the story of Harry defeating Voldemort fifteen years ago, but that was actually because of the prophecy. It was a prophecy made by Trelawney, your Divination professor. It claimed that a child born at the end of July would kill Voldemort. Afterwards, I immediately protected Trelawney, but the general content of the prophecy was leaked and Voldemort knew it. So you should have known what happened next. Voldemort broke into Harry's attack and eventually died."

"Why did he have to get that prophecy?"

"Who knows? Perhaps because he was defeated by Harry before, he wants to carefully confirm the details of the prophecy and wants to completely control Harry's fate."

Dumbledore sighed deeply and said,

"Okay, I already know what happened, Mike. You go back to Hogwarts first and keep an eye on Harry. If he has any dreams again, you can use this to contact me."

After saying that, Dumbledore handed a small mirror to Mike.

A double-sided mirror, a set has two sides, and the matching mirrors can be used for long-distance video calls.

Mike put away the mirror expressionlessly, looked up and asked:
"What are you going to do?"

"This is not what you should do..." Dumbledore suddenly noticed Mike's serious expression halfway through his words, so he changed his words, "Okay, I plan to inform Fudge about this first and ask him to strengthen his defenses. Of course, he probably won't believe me. So I will send someone I trust to keep an eye on the place, and I will rush there in person if there is any sign of trouble."

"Why don't we just steal the prophecy first?"

"Because the prophecy ball is under an irreversible spell, only someone closely related to the prophecy can remove it."

"So only Harry and Voldemort can remove the prophecy?"

Dumbledore raised his eyebrows and said:

"What do you want to say?"

"I think this is an opportunity, Headmaster Dumbledore." Mike looked at Dumbledore with a sharp gaze. "Harry's brain and Voldemort's are connected for some reason. They can know each other's thoughts. This is a foregone conclusion after a series of events. This means that Voldemort really wants to get the prophecy.

However, the prophecy ball can only be taken down by him or Harry, so he must either go to the Hall of Prophecy himself, or trick Harry into going to the Hall of Prophecy to take down the prophecy ball, and then he will send someone to snatch it.

No matter which option he chose, he would have to send his Death Eaters to the Hall of Prophecy, and if the Death Eaters were in a disadvantageous situation, he would probably even take action himself.

Now that we know about this, why don't we take advantage of their situation and catch them off guard in the Hall of Prophecy?"

Mike stated his plan in one breath, and then stared at Dumbledore, waiting for his response.

But Dumbledore opposite him just stood there in a daze, staring at Mike. From his constantly shaking white beard and his staring eyes, Mike could tell that Dumbledore was extremely surprised at this moment.

After a while, Dumbledore finally recovered. He swallowed and murmured:
"I have to say, you are really an imaginative child. But what I want to say is that although your plan seems feasible, it actually has a fatal flaw in its implementation."

(End of this chapter)