Chapter 400

"Then it's not your turn to make decisions for him. Sirius confronted, "The things he's been through are enough to prove that he's entitled to know them." "

"Harry had been trapped in that Muggle house for a whole month. He has a right to know what's going on—" Sirius took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"Wait!" George interrupted him loudly.

"Why is Harry's question answered?" Fred asked angrily.

"We've been trying to get something out of your mouth for a month, but you've been telling us nothing!" said George.

"You're too young to be a member of the Order of the Phoenix," said Fred, whose high-pitched, thin voice was his mother's, and it sounded unbelievable, "and Harry isn't even an adult!"

"I can't blame you for not having anyone tell you what the Order of the Phoenix is doing," Sirius said calmly, "and that was your parents' decision. Harry, on the other hand, was different—"

"I say it again, Sirius!" Mrs. Weasley looked at him menacingly, crossed, "you're only his 'godfather' and not his father." I don't need you to decide what's good for Harry!"

Mrs. Weasley snapped, the expression on her usually kind and kind face was terrifying at the moment, "I suppose you haven't forgotten what Dumbledore said, have you?"

"Which part?" Sirius asked politely, but looked like a man ready to fight.

"Just don't tell Harry that he doesn't need to know. Mrs. Weasley said, emphasizing the last few words.

The heads of the Weasleys children swirled between Sirius and Mrs. Weasley, as if watching the back-and-forth on the tennis court. Lupin stared at Sirius without blinking.

"I'm only going to tell Harry what he needs to know, Molly," Sirius said, "and he saw Voldemort come back to life, and he is better qualified than anyone else to know these things." "

"He's not a member of the Order of the Phoenix!" said Mrs. Weasley, "he's only fifteen years old, and—"

"But he's been through no less than most people in the Stormphoenix Society," Sirius sneered at Mrs. Weasley, "even more than some people." "

"No one denies what he's done!" Mrs. Weasley, as if she hadn't heard Sirius's sarcasm, her voice getting higher and higher, her fist on the armrest of her chair trembling slightly, "but he's still—not — adult!"

"He's not a kid anymore!" Sirius said impatiently.

Harry was a little bored, and for some reason, seeing Mrs. Weasley arguing with his godfather, Harry's heart was burning more and more, and he thought that it was better to stay here than to stay in Dursley's house, so that he might know something from the TV by lying under the window.

"Harry, where are you going?" Sirius saw Harry push his chair away and stand up.

"I'm going back to my bedroom. Harry said calmly, "Maybe I'll stay in my bedroom until I'm an adult, and then you'll probably tell me what happened." "

The adults in the room exchanged glances with each other.

"Oh, dear. Mrs. Weasley hurriedly flashed a not-so-good-looking smile at Harry, "We're just talking about ......"

"If you're not going to tell me about Voldemort, then why am I staying here?" Harry struggled to suppress his anger, "You brought me here without telling me why the Dementors were on Muggle streets, or what Voldemort was up to—I saw his resurrection with my own eyes, and you don't think I'm qualified to know that?"

Harry said that he couldn't control his anger anymore, and it was no wonder that after more than a month of depression, he finally thought that he could finally know some news after coming here, but the result was no different from at Dursley's house.

"I should have asked Solim at Dursley's house, maybe he would have told me. Harry lowered his head and prepared to go back to his room.

Sirius and Lupin glanced at each other, neither of them was surprised when they saw Solim at Dursley's house, Moody had already told them about the situation before leaving, saying that Dumbledore had sent someone to stabilize Harry. Something was clearly wrong with Harry's mood now, and everyone except Mrs. Weasley could understand it. After all, Harry had been through so much, but at the end of the day, they had to keep it a secret from him. Harry has emotions, that's understandable.

"What does this have to do with that Selwyn?" Ron didn't know what was going on at the Dursleys' house.

Fred and George exchanged glances in a veiled manner, their plans had gone bankrupt - the goods they had made at home had been confiscated by their mother, which meant that Solim's initial investment in them had gone down the drain. The brothers hadn't figured out what to do with Solim about it now.

"Oh, Harry, dear ......" Mrs. Weasley finally noticed that Harry's mood was not quite right, "We're doing this for your own good......"

"For his good?!" Sirius raised his voice, "if you're really doing it for his good, you should tell him what's going on, not stop us from telling him the truth! "

"I don't want to quarrel with you, Arthur! Mrs. Weasley turned to her husband for help.

Mr. Weasley did not speak immediately, but took off his glasses and slowly rubbed the lenses on his robe, his eyes not looking at his wife. He carefully put his glasses back on before he spoke.

"Dumbledore knows things have changed, Molly. He agreed that he had to tell Harry the latest news to some extent, and since Harry was now living in Command, I thought it would be okay for us to tell him something. "

"Personally," Lupin finally looked away from Sirius and spoke softly.

Mrs. Weasley immediately turned to him, hoping that she finally had a supporter.

"I think it's best for Harry to learn the truth from us—not all the facts, Molly, but a general situation, lest he get some confusion from others. "

"Well," said Mrs. Veszle, taking a deep breath and glancing around the dinner table in the hope of support, but no one responded, "well, it seems that my opinion is going to be overruled. I just want to say one thing: Dumbledore must have a point in not wanting Harry to know too much, and I, as someone who cares about Harry's vital interests—"

"He's not your son. Sirius still remembered what Mrs. Weasley had just said.

"Molly, you're not the only one at this table who cares about Harry. Lupin hurried to play a round, otherwise the two would surely quarrel again.

"I think it's best to allow Harry to have a say in this matter," Lupin continued, "he's not too young to decide for himself." "

"I want to know what's going on!" Harry immediately began, "Why are the Dementors in Little Whiking, and what are Voldemort and the Death Eaters doing this holiday!"