People in Hogwarts, holding scripts and systems

Chapter 283 Quarrel and Anger

"We don't need to hear you talk about business, Mundungus!" Molly glared at him sternly.

Ron fell backwards on the table, laughing.

Fred and George were discussing in low earnest terms whether Ron would faint from laughter.

"I'm sorry, Molly." Mundungus wiped his tears and winked at Harry.

For some reason, Molly gave Sirius a fierce look, and Harry turned to look at his godfather in confusion.

"Molly doesn't quite approve of Mundungus," Afro said to him in a low voice while taking the opportunity to get the bread.

"Why?" Harry whispered. "But he joined the Order of the Phoenix anyway."

Sirius didn't seem to like Mundungus very much either. He muttered quietly, "Why else? He's useful."

Dessert was a custard cake with yellow bread crumbs. As Avro put down his fork, the conversation at the table gradually quieted down.

"It's time to go to bed, kids." Molly clapped her hands and yawned as she said to the children who were well fed and well drunk.

However, everyone just sat there lazily without moving.

Sirius pushed the empty plate in front of him, crossed his legs, leaned back in his chair and looked at Harry, "You know what? I thought the first thing you came here was to ask Voldemort."

The air in the restaurant suddenly froze, and Afro couldn't help coughing twice.

"I asked!" Harry was a little angry when he mentioned this matter again. He shouted angrily: "Ron and Hermione said we were not approved to join the Order of the Phoenix -"

"They are quite right, Harry." Molly pressed his shoulder, her voice becoming much gentler.

Harry sat upright in his chair, looking straight ahead with unfocused eyes and his fists clenched tightly.

Sirius sneered twice, changed his posture and sat sideways, with his elbows on the back of the chair.

"Since when you have to join the Order to ask questions?"

The atmosphere in the room became even weirder and everyone remained silent.

"Show him, he'll find out sooner or later." Moody stood in front of the fireplace with a cane, far away from the others.

"Wait a minute!" George interrupted him with a shout. "Why didn't you tell us?"

Fred said in a high, thin voice, imitating Molly's tone, "You are too young to join the Order of the Phoenix."

The voice and movements are so lifelike, it's exactly Mrs. Weasley!

Molly used a rag to whip Fred hard across the long table.

"Show him, Arthur," Moody urged again.

Fred looked at Mr. Weasley secretly, and after getting his father's approval, he took out a newspaper from under the table and handed it to Harry.

"The lying boy..."

"Minister Fudge said everything is normal..."

"Why did Fudge do that?" Harry put down the newspaper and tried hard to control his tone.

Afro placed a glass of butterbeer in front of him, glanced at Sirius, and then continued to say to Harry: "Fudge has lost his mind. Fear has twisted his mind."

"But he can't lie everywhere..."

"That's the point, Harry." Sirius lowered his head and took a sip of beer, the white foam sticking to his beard, "Fudge's avoidance of Voldemort's resurrection and revival of his subordinates -"

"That's enough!" Molly stood up suddenly, her usually amiable face now full of anger, "You don't have to decide what's good for Harry!"

It was the first time Harry saw Molly so angry that her expression seemed a little scary.

"We just need to tell him what he should know—" Lupin retorted, "He has rights!"

"He's not even a member of the Order yet! He's only fifteen!"

"Harry is not a child anymore, Molly."

The Weasley children's little heads moved back and forth between Sirius and Molly, as if they were watching a tennis match.

Aphrodite and Hermione sat among a pile of wine barrel corks, watching Crookshanks chasing after them.

The quarrel between Sirius and Molly became more and more intense, and both sides began to involve Dumbledore.

"He's not your son!" Sirius whispered, jumping up from his chair.

Molly yelled in exasperation, "But it's almost like my son!"