Days to grind friendship at Hogwarts

Watching Harry obediently drink up the Dreamless Sleep Potion in the cup and then fall into a deep sleep, Dumbledore sighed softly.

It could be seen that there was a hint of exhaustion on his face that could not be concealed.

For an old man who is over a hundred years old, the series of events that have occurred during this period have consumed a lot of his energy, even if he is one of the most powerful people in the world.

"Let's go, Glenn." He put a stun spell on Crouch and tied him up with shackles. Then he said softly, "If you are not in a hurry to go back and rest, you can accompany me to see Hagrid and the others.

, I have some other things I want to talk to you about."

"No problem, Professor."

Glenn agreed without hesitation and left with him.

"After meeting Caradoc, I think you should also know about the Order of the Phoenix, right?"

On the way to the principal's office, Dumbledore didn't mince words and spoke straight to the point.

"Yes, Mr. Dearborn has told me everything." Glenn seemed to have guessed what he was going to say next and nodded.

"The Carmichael's second-hand store in Diagon Alley should have been created by you, right?" Dumbledore asked without rushing to express his intention.

Such a big matter, with Dumbledore's powerful sources of information, it is impossible to escape his eyes. In fact, Glenn had no intention of hiding it from the beginning.

"That's right." He said with a smile, "Such a mixed place is easy to use to collect intelligence. It is much easier than Dunge himself to run around and inquire."

Dumbledore glanced at him sideways, showing a satisfied look: "This is a very good idea, simple and efficient."

"You're very flattering, Professor." Glenn said modestly, "Ever since I knew that Voldemort might regain power, I have been thinking that if we want to know the movements of him and the Death Eaters as soon as possible, intelligence work must be the most important.

"

"That's right." Dumbledore agreed. "With Voldemort's character, he shouldn't take action in a big way in a short time. He will wait for Fudge to find a way to destroy my appeal, and wait until everyone no longer believes in me.

, will start major operations such as controlling the Ministry of Magic. At this time, we need to find ways to understand his actions and plans in advance."

"Is this why you sent Professor Snape back to Voldemort?"

"Not exactly, Severus's mission is more complicated and more important."

Glenn nodded silently, and then said: "If you plan to reconvene the Order of the Phoenix to fight against Voldemort, I think that second-hand store should be able to provide a lot of help."

Dumbledore looked at him with a smile: "Of course, but before asking you for help, I have one more thing to do."

"Another thing?" Glenn was stunned, "What is it?"

The two of them had arrived in front of the principal's office. Dumbledore stopped and put on a slightly serious expression.

"I need to formally invite you to become one of us. Glenn, will you join the Order of the Phoenix?"

He said it solemnly, and Glenn was slightly touched. This emotion is hard to describe, but it is probably a strange sense of ritual that comes from being a lover of the original work.

"Of course I do," he said without hesitation.

A smile appeared on Dumbledore's face, and he waved to the gargoyle. The stone beast automatically jumped to the side, giving way to the golden spiral staircase behind it, and secretly winked at Glenn.

"To be honest, I thought I was already a member of the Order of the Phoenix." When boarding the spiral staircase, Glenn even made a joke.

In the office, Qiu and the two hybrid giants had already arrived first and were standing in front of the desk waiting. For the sizes of Hagrid and Mrs. Maxim, the size of the armchairs usually placed here was a bit small.

"Sorry to keep you waiting." Dumbledore waved his hand gratefully and conjured up several armchairs of suitable sizes. "I thought I would arrive before you."

"Actually, we have just entered the house," Qiu explained with a smile, "It just so happened that Madame Maxime also

It saved some time at Hagrid's place."

Glenn secretly glanced at the Beauxbatons principal, keenly noticed that her face was slightly red, and understood immediately.

It seems that Hagrid's spring is not far away.

Dumbledore gently tapped the teapot on the table and poured a cup of hot tea for each of them.

"Dumbledore, why did you call us here so late?" Madam Maxime asked, taking a sip of tea gracefully.

"Actually, I have a very important thing that I want to entrust to Hagrid." Dumbledore said straight to the point, "About this matter, Olim, you are also a very suitable candidate. Of course, the premise is

You are willing to help me."

Hagrid drank the tea in the cup in one gulp, not caring about the scalding temperature, and then patted his chest and promised: "I can do anything, Dumbledore, as long as you ask!"

Compared to Hagrid, who has always been carefree, Madame Maxime appears to be much more cautious. This is partly because of her inconsistent personality, but also because she does not trust Dumbledore as wholeheartedly as Hagrid does.

"Of course I'm willing to help you, Albus, but I want to hear what the matter is first." She put the tea cup aside and maintained a sitting posture like a lady, although the image seemed a bit inconsistent.

Dumbledore nodded and said: "Excuse me, this request is related to the blood of the two of you. Olim, if you feel offended by this, you can interrupt me at any time."

Madame Maxime was stunned for a moment and said, "I know I can't hide it from you, Albus, but these two children..."

Her eyes swept from Glenn and Qiu, and returned to Dumbledore with some concern.

Glenn quickly said: "If this is the case, why don't we two go back first?"

"I understand what you mean, but don't worry. I trust Glenn and Autumn completely, just as I trust Hagrid." Dumbledore said without hesitation, "I personally guarantee that every word spoken here tonight

, will not fall into the ears of any outsider."

Mrs. Maxim pondered for a moment and nodded: "Since you said so, I trust your judgment. Tell me, what kind of help do you need?"

"giant..."

Dumbledore said slowly.

"I think you must have heard about Harry's child's experience tonight. Just as I have been worried about - Voldemort will return soon. Therefore, in order to avoid the darkness like that coming back, we need to ask the giants

Extend a hand of friendship, lest they be drawn to Voldemort."