A Certain Magical Hogwarts

Chapter 732 Do Not Think About It

According to Snape's intelligence, Voldemort's overall strategy consists of three steps:

First, win over pure-blood families who were either neutral or inclined towards pure-blood ideology during the last Wizarding War.

Voldemort promoted pure-blood ideology.

Although the ideas are outdated, go against the trend of the times, and can even be said to be very politically incorrect.

But as the Dark Lord, Voldemort actually promoted this idea.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call him the savior and last hope of the pure-blood families.

The purebloods will be the ultimate beneficiaries, so many families will side with them.

These families are Voldemort's base of operations.

Second, any creature oppressed under wizarding rule is a target for Death Eaters to recruit.

Which creatures are oppressed by wizards?

Naturally, these include werewolves, giants, vampires, fairies... and even some magical creatures with high intelligence and destructive power.

Merlin, I never imagined Voldemort was a racial egalitarian.

He was determined to fight for enough benefits and living space for those creatures who had fallen into darkness, walked on the edge of a knife, and were ostracized and oppressed.

I just don't know if these empty promises will actually come true.

Third, rescue the Death Eaters imprisoned in Azkaban, and... kill the traitors to quell the unrest in people's hearts.

The Death Eaters of Azkaban were Voldemort's most loyal servants and would never betray him.

Traitors, on the other hand, must be executed with thunderous fury, like that double agent Karkarov.

It is said that Voldemort possessed a skull, which was turned into a drinking cup by a traitorous Death Eater.

From the perspective of an enemy, Voldemort's strategy was not too surprising and could be largely predicted.

If you can guess, you can deal with it. This Phoenix Society meeting was specifically designed to counter these measures.

They were locked in a fierce battle, each responding to the other's moves!

After Dumbledore finalized the tasks, he brought up Harry's safety again at the end of the meeting.

In the past, Harry relied on his mother's protective magic and a Squirrel to keep an eye on him.

But that won't work now; we need to send more people.

Therefore, the wizards who remained in Britain would take turns providing secret protection every two days.

Of course, Professor Snape was an exception. Otherwise, he might have been tempted to strangle Harry when no one was around.

"No one is allowed to tell him anything about the wizarding world, the Order of the Phoenix, or headquarters. Not a single word can be mentioned."

Dumbledore's sharp eyes glanced at Sirius Black.

Sirius frowned and said, "Why? I thought he had the right to know."

"I have my reasons for saying this," Dumbledore said sternly.

William knew the reason.

It's very simple: Harry is a Horcrux, and Tom's soul is in his forehead.

During the summer holidays, Voldemort obtained Harry's blood, which greatly strengthened the bond between the two.

Voldemort might be able to learn about the Order of the Phoenix's every move through Harry's mind.

"But who would attack Potter? The Mystic won't show himself right now," Mundungus also objected.

"Isn't Mrs. Figg by Potter's side?"

Let Mundungus gather intelligence; he's willing to help. It's a safe and easy job.

But asking him to secretly protect a junior wizard is too much to ask.

The Order of the Phoenix is ​​an underground organization that operates entirely on a non-profit basis and does not pay salaries.

We can certainly fight against Death Eaters, but we also need to support our families. We can't rely solely on love to keep going, can we?

If I have to work two days a week, I'll miss out on a lot of opportunities to earn money.

"Mrs. Figg is a dud; she has absolutely no ability to handle emergencies!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily.

"But... I'm very busy too..." Mundungus said unhappily.

"Busy reselling the cauldrons you stole?" Mrs. Weasley glared at him.

Mundungus scoffed, "I have a whole family to support and eat, I'm not Potter's nanny."

"Let's sell this. It should be enough to get by this summer, right? Harry won't need protection anymore after school starts."

Sirius Black tossed a wine glass. He looked down on Mundungus, but didn't show any disdain. His indifferent attitude said it all.

Mundungus completely ignored Sirius's attitude and was instead carefully examining the wine glass.

He said greedily, "This is pure silver, isn't it, buddy?"

“Yes,” Sirius said, looking at the cup with disgust, “the finest silverware made by 15th-century goblins, with the Black family crest engraved on it.”

Everything in this old house was disgusting to him.

"That's really good stuff," Mundungus said vaguely, polishing the cup with his sleeve before putting it in his pocket.

"Now you can get back to work, right?" Mrs. Weasley exclaimed.

"Of course," Mundungus said cheerfully.

William shook his head slightly.

It seems that the wizards in the Order of the Phoenix are a mixed bag, including all sorts of wizards from different backgrounds.

In short: Although the team is developing, it is not pure enough, and ideological education is lagging behind.

But then again, the Order of the Phoenix was born because of the Dark Lord, and it will also be destroyed because of the Dark Lord.

What need does an organization that only deals with Death Eaters have for a political program and guiding principles?

They don't even establish a branch, yet they have to come to the Youth University Study Session every week.

After the meeting ended, everyone got up and headed towards the living room.

Dumbledore, however, kept William behind.

Once everyone had left, the headmaster waved his wand and conjured parchment and a quill pen.

"William, I'm writing you a few letters that I need you to pass on to some wizards before the Wizarding Conference begins."

William nodded.

This is Dumbledore paving the way for him and helping him expand his network.

It's important to know that the wizards who can attend the Wizarding Union Conference are basically representatives selected by the magic ministries of various countries.

Most of these wizards were quite old, and their status and influence in their respective countries were extraordinary.

Just look at Dumbledore and you'll understand.

Other wizards may not have had his level of influence, but they have certainly held the top position at some point.

This would be a huge political asset.

Whether it's helping William take over the International Wizarding Federation or helping Hermione become a minister.

William hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Professor, why did you allow someone like Mundungus to join the Order of the Phoenix?"

"He was a member from the very beginning of the Order of the Phoenix," Dumbledore said without looking up.

"He's very useful; he knows all the swindlers and petty thieves, and like your little bird, he can bring a lot of useful and important information."

"I know what you mean, William." Dumbledore's quill continued to move.

"Mundungus does have a lot of problems."

But we need to gather all available resources to fight Voldemort.

You should treat people the same way in the future; you can't just hire upright people.

"Then he should be gathering intelligence; professionals should do professional work," William retorted. "Using that to protect Harry isn't appropriate; it'll only cause trouble sooner or later."

Dumbledore sighed and said, "I know, but we're short-handed..."

"That's it, maybe it's time for us to get some fresh blood?" William finally voiced his thoughts.

Dumbledore finally raised his head, looking at William with a half-smile, and said:

"For example... your pen pal—is she called Little Girl Hibiscus in France?"

"Hibiscus has already graduated; she's definitely qualified for the Order of the Phoenix."

"Of course, it would be better for her to develop her career in France. She can help us contact wizards there." William had already considered this.

"You're right, go on," Dumbledore said with interest.

William replied without hesitation, "What I'm trying to say isn't just about Fleur, but also about Cedric, George, and Fred."

They're all adults. I heard you rejected their applications?

"Yes," Dumbledore nodded. "The Order of the Phoenix does not accept underage wizards or students who have not graduated."

"But I..."

"You're different." Dumbledore's blue eyes stared at William. "You know how high my expectations are for you."

William, I hope that if anything happens to me, you can continue to lead the wizarding world and the Order of the Phoenix.

"Professor, it's the same thing. Don't look down on young people."

William said seriously, "These three people alone are perfectly capable of taking care of Harry."

They will be responsible and more reliable than your Mundungus... Give young people more opportunities and patience.

You'll find that they're no worse than anyone else.

"Yes, I've also noticed this flaw of mine; I tend to overprotect my students."

"So I will seriously consider your offer," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"Ah, speaking of students, I do have a troubling matter here, and I'm somewhat hesitant. I need to consult your opinion."

"What?" William asked, puzzled.

"The fifth-year prefect... Gryffindor House, I'm a little hesitant, who should I give it to?" Dumbledore twirled his quill.

"Who did you originally intend to give it to?"

"Harry... but then I dismissed that idea, I think..." Dumbledore stammered.

"He already has too many responsibilities... to bear."

William thought for a moment, then said softly, "Why not give Neville a try?"

"Neville?" Dumbledore paused, momentarily stunned.

"Neville is completely different now; he's no longer so timid," William said calmly.

"After Voldemort's resurrection, he also needed courage and encouragement even more."

"I remember..." Dumbledore said, squinting, "It was him and his grandmother who went to capture Barty Crouch Jr."

"Yes," William smiled. "Isn't this arrangement quite good?"

"It's really good."

Dumbledore nodded, handed a stack of letters to William, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Have a pleasant journey with Hermione."

"Thank you." William stood up, preparing to leave.

Just as he was about to leave the room, he suddenly turned around and hesitated, saying, "Professor, Hermione and I may have to go to Nurmengard to deliver a message."

Do you need me to pass on a message to him?

Dumbledore's body trembled slightly. He remained silent for a long time, then closed his eyes and said:

"Do not think about it or miss it."

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