Fairy Tail: I Am the God

It must be said that this is a veteran powerhouse suffering from advanced occupational diseases and under immense mental stress.

Hermione knew perfectly well that the other person wasn't lying, so she could only turn her head away angrily, without trying to exchange a few words with Moody.

"Stranger, what's your name?"

Moody ignored Hermione's arrogance, his Mystic Eyes scanning Grey frantically.

Gray looked down; he could sense Moody's Mystic Eye, which seemed to possess some kind of probing ability, and then he spoke:

“My name is Gray, it’s nice to meet you, Alastor Moody!”

In the Harry Potter books, after Dumbledore's death, it was Moody who completely took over the Order of the Phoenix.

This person was not Kingsley, who protected the Muggle prime minister and later became the Minister of Magic.

It wasn't Lupin, who could become a werewolf and was a close friend of Harry's father, but rather Moody, who seemed somewhat insane.

Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh...

Just as they finished introducing themselves, three more flames shot up from the fireplace, and three wizards emerged from them.

The first one to come out was the big guy Lupin.

The second one to emerge was Kingsley, who was protecting the Muggle prime minister.

The third was Mundungus, who gathered intelligence.

"What happened? Why was an emergency mobilization order issued? I'm a businessman, time..."

"Shut up, Mundungus!"

Seeing Mundungus come out and start complaining, Moody tapped his cane, interrupting him.

Mundungus wanted to retaliate upon hearing this, but seeing Moody's beady, darting eyes, he swallowed back all the words he wanted to say.

Click...

Before anyone could say anything, the door to the principal's office opened with a bang.

Everyone in the room turned to look at the doorway. Professor McGonagall, Snape, and Hagrid walked in, followed by Sirius Black.

"Please sit down, everyone. It seems everyone has arrived!"

Dumbledore's timely words surprised everyone.

Lupin couldn't help but speak up, whispering, "Arthur Wisworth, he hasn't arrived yet, has he?"

"No need to wait for him, Arthur..."

whoosh...

Another flame rose from the fireplace.

Everyone present, including Dumbledore, couldn't help but look towards the fireplace.

Two seconds later, the flames in the fireplace died down, and a middle-aged man with reddish-brown hair and a haggard face came out.

"Arthur, you're late."

Lupin, who was closest to Arthur, stepped forward and made a joking remark with a smile.

Arthur Wisley gave a wry smile, glanced at the members of the Order of the Phoenix present, and finally fixed his gaze on Dumbledore.

"professor..."

Arthur's eyes were filled with sorrow, and his voice choked with emotion: "I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

The scene erupted in uproar; compared to Arthur's apology, many people had no idea what had happened.

Seeing this, Dumbledore waved his hand, suppressing everyone's astonishment.

After a moment, Dumbledore spoke with difficulty, whispering, "Arthur, you..."

He wanted to ask if the other person had betrayed him, but the word "betrayal" was on the tip of his tongue, and Dumbledore just couldn't bring himself to say it.

"What happened? Arthur, what's wrong? And what's wrong with the professor?"

Kings was full of questions.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry everyone. I didn't want to betray the Order of the Phoenix, but Charlie is in their hands, I had no choice!"

At that moment, Arthur burst into tears.

All he could do was shake his head and say sorry, even though those three words were the cheapest thing in life.

"Arthur, is it really you?"

Dumbledore's tone was somber, and a look of heartache flashed in his eyes.

Arthur wiped away his tears and choked out, "It was me, it was me who leaked last night's news to Voldemort!"

"why?"

Dumbledore asked again, but this time Arthur did not answer. Instead, he took out a box from his hand.

The box slowly opened, revealing a severed finger and a strand of brown hair.

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The reddish-brown hair, a trait inherited from the Wesley family, was returned along with the fingers; the answer is obvious.

Under everyone's gaze, Arthur, trembling, held the box and choked out:

"They captured Charlie in Romania and threatened me, forcing me to provide Voldemort with information about the Order of the Phoenix. I refused at first, so they sent me this finger, saying that if I refused a second time, they would send back Charlie's head."

Professor, I don't want to betray the Order of the Phoenix, but I have no other choice. If it were you, and your children fell into the hands of those people, what would you choose?

Arthur looked around at the members of the Order of the Phoenix, many of whom kept their heads down and remained silent. No one could say that Arthur's choice was wrong.

Charlie, who studies dragons in Romania, is the second son of the Vesley family.

Unfortunately, this Harry Potter world is not a regular world.

Here, Voldemort, now replaced by the Reincarnators, is clearly even more unscrupulous in his methods.

He was nothing like the real Voldemort.

Without that naive idea, the methods become even more unscrupulous.

“I have betrayed everyone’s trust, and I am willing to accept any punishment.”

Seeing that no one spoke, Arthur took a deep breath and tossed his wand aside.

Seeing Arthur's reaction, the members of the Order of the Phoenix exchanged glances, then silently looked at Dumbledore.

Dumbledore himself was also somewhat troubled. Although Arthur's actions had damaged the interests of the Order of the Phoenix, they were also reasonable in a way, and he really didn't have a good idea for the time being.

"Brother Gray, how do you think Dumbledore will punish Arthur?"

Hermione sat down next to Grey and whispered something under her breath.

Hearing Hermione's words, Grey looked up at Dumbledore, who looked conflicted, and shook his head.

"If Mysterio (the new Voldemort) is betrayed, he will likely hang the traitor."

But Dumbledore was different. He was a principled white wizard who, at most, would keep Arthur out of the inner circle, but would still maintain all the necessary formalities.

Grey had his reasons for saying that, since everyone joined the Order of the Phoenix to fight against Voldemort's brutal rule.

If Dumbledore also used extreme methods, then he would be no different from Voldemort, and there would be no point in forming the Order of the Phoenix.

Therefore, Gray concluded that Dumbledore would likely take it easy and not make a big deal out of it.

At most, once Arthur is excluded from the core group, any estrangement between them and him will pass.

"Arthur, how is Charlie?"

Dumbledore didn't mention what the punishment would be, but instead steered the conversation back to Charlie.

Arthur, sounding somewhat dejected, still replied:

"Charlie has been released. They think I'm no longer of any use and that I provided important intelligence, so they haven't made things difficult for Charlie."

"That's best!"

Dumbledore nodded, his gaze sweeping over the crowd, and hesitantly began:

“Arthur, you should spend more time with Charlie these days. He's a good boy, he must be terrified by those people, don't you think?”

"What else do you think?" The implication was clear: Arthur was to voluntarily leave the Order of the Phoenix.

Arthur nodded, his face pale. It was already a mercy from Dumbledore that he had not been imprisoned as a traitor.

He wasn't unaware of the gravity of the situation; he understood that any other thoughts he might have were unrealistic fantasies, so he figured it was better to find a way to back down gracefully.

"Professor, I'm going home to take care of Charlie. If anyone needs my help, I will still do my best."

Arthur nodded to everyone present, then slunk away using the fireplace in the office.

After Arthur left, a gloomy atmosphere settled over everyone present.

The Order of the Phoenix only has ten core members in total, and the loss of Arthur today is already a significant loss.

"It's good that Arthur is gone. His flaws were too obvious. He was like a peacock displaying its feathers, and there's no guarantee that he won't be used again in the future!"

In silence, Moody shared his opinion, which could be considered the final verdict on Arthur's departure.