Chapter 173

"Harry!"

Seeing Harry wake up, Ron and Hermione immediately gathered around with joy.

Harry also slowly propped himself up and looked at everyone gathered around the bed.

After a night of rest, Harry's complexion was much better.

However, his brain was still a bit muddled.

After all, he had personally experienced the whole process of Voldemort's resurrection, as well as that feeling of fear when facing death head-on.

He subconsciously touched the scar on his forehead; fortunately, the scar didn't bring any pain now.

When he faced Voldemort yesterday, the scar on his forehead once hurt so much that he couldn't stand.

"You're all here..."

"Yes, Harry, how are you feeling now?"

Ron sat on the edge of Harry's bed and asked, placing his hand on him.

"I'm fine, just a bit heavy in the head."

"Then I'll help you call Madam Pomfrey to take a look."

As he spoke, Ron was about to get up to call someone, but was held back by Harry.

"No need, Ron, I'm fine, don't worry."

Harry finally revealed a trace of a smile, patted the back of Ron's hand, and his gaze swept over every concerned face gathered around the bed.

Then he became very serious again.

"I heard what you guys just said; John is right, everything is Voldemort's scheme."

"And he did indeed resurrect yesterday, standing alive in front of me..."

After pouring his heart out to Dumbledore yesterday, receiving the old man's guidance, and resting for the whole night, he finally gradually calmed down from the fear and chaos.

That man who had caused his family to be broken and had repeatedly tried to kill him had now truly returned.

And the few people around him had different expressions.

There was fear, disbelief, anger, and also bewilderment.

And John.

"What does he look like? Does he have horns on his head? Or bat wings?"

John's words caused their atmosphere to stall slightly, and Hermione looked at John with a mix of annoyance and amusement.

"You're talking about the image of a vampire demon, right?"

"Isn't that just what he is?"

Hermione: "......"

Seeing that John still had the mood to joke with Hermione, Harry also felt inexplicably relaxed, and then began to describe Voldemort's appearance.

"No, he's a... uh, bald head."

"And he has bad breath, and pink eye."

Those images that originally made him feel terrified became very funny and ridiculous after being said with disparaging words.

"And most importantly, he has no nose."

Finally, Harry said, holding back his laughter.

"No nose?"

John rendered this image in his mind: no nose, bald head.

"Doesn't that just make his whole head a lightbulb?"

Hearing John's words, the few were stunned at first, then thought about it, and it seemed it really was.

For a time, laughter rang out in the ward, and even Harry himself couldn't help it.

The fear of Voldemort's resurrection was diluted a lot all at once.

At this time, the adults outside the door also heard the movement inside and came in one after another to see; it turned out that Harry had woken up.

Sirius immediately walked over quickly and asked about Harry's condition with concern.

And Harry, seeing Sirius and the Weasley couple, immediately had a relieved smile on his face.

That's right, although Voldemort had been resurrected.

But he wasn't fighting alone; he still had family and friends by his side.

As long as everyone is together, there is nothing to be afraid of.

In the school corridor, John walked side by side with his little friends, while the Claude couple followed behind.

They were currently heading to the Great Hall, preparing to attend the all-school assembly.

The few were like curious babies, constantly asking John about what happened in the maze.

John naturally didn't hide anything and told them everything that happened.

Only then did they know that John summoning the stone giant twice in the maze was to chase down that fake Krum, not because he encountered any danger.

Hearing that John was actually chasing a Death Eater to fight, they were also very excited.

Although they had long known about John's strength, as second-years, why are you so wild?

Just when the few were talking and laughing, Mr. Claude, who had been silent behind them, hesitated again and again before finally speaking.

"John."

"Hmm? What's wrong, Uncle?"

John heard Mr. Claude call him, so he stopped and looked at him.

Only then did he discover that the expressions of the Claude couple were a bit stiff, their brows slightly furrowed, as if they were struggling with something.

"Sirius has told you about the Order of the Phoenix, right?"

"Uh, yes, he mentioned it last night."

Hearing Mr. Claude's words, John asked with some strangeness.

"Arthur just had a talk with us."

"Professor Dumbledore intends to recruit like-minded wizards to rebuild the Order of the Phoenix, to deal with Voldemort's threat while making the truth of Voldemort's resurrection public."

"Just now, Arthur also invited us to join the Order of the Phoenix to contribute a force to fighting Voldemort."

"Now, they also want to invite you to join, but because your parents are both Muggles, perhaps you cannot understand what joining the Order of the Phoenix means, so he entrusted me to talk to you."

Mr. Claude's voice was low, his eyes heavy.

"Joining the Order of the Phoenix means you will face Voldemort and his followers head-on."

"This is not a duel in the academy that stops at a point, but a battle where you may sacrifice yourself at any time."

"You are only in your second year; I shouldn't have told you these things, but given that you have already been too deeply involved in this matter, Professor Dumbledore and Sirius both believe that it is necessary for you to know the truth and make your own choice."

Hearing this speech from Mr. Claude, John blinked his eyes and understood his meaning.

"Then Uncle, Aunt, have you agreed to join the Order of the Phoenix?"

John asked back curiously.

"... We..."

Mr. Claude looked at his own son; Titus was also looking at his parents with a face full of worry.

He had also heard his parents talk about the Order of the Phoenix, an organization founded in the early years to fight Voldemort.

Although his parents didn't join the Order of the Phoenix back then, they didn't join the Death Eaters to help the evildoer either.

They even secretly helped many Muggle-born wizards escape persecution.

And joining the Order of the Phoenix meant they couldn't continue their peaceful life; they had to be enemies with that Dark Lord and enemies with thousands of Death Eaters.

But as a member of the Claude family, he naturally had to advance and retreat with his family.

So no matter what choice his parents made, he would stand on their side.

Finally, Mr. Claude nodded.

"We agreed."

"Then I'll join too."

As soon as Mr. Claude's voice fell, John spoke without hesitation.

He wrapped his arm around Titus's shoulder and responded with a smile.

"How could I leave my good brother to face danger alone? Isn't that what I've been working hard to learn magic for?"

"Besides, this is a war that concerns everyone; no one can stay out of it."

Mr. Claude looked at John's confident and firm eyes, remained silent for a long time, and finally revealed a smile.

"I am glad that Titus can know you, child."

Titus wasn't afraid either; although he was usually silly and afraid of this and that.

But under his father's education since childhood, the spark of resistance had long been buried in his bones.

This was also the reason why he dared to stand up to Malfoy and the others when they provoked him.

He patted John on the shoulder and laughed.

"Good brother, didn't waste bringing you breakfast."

"...... This probably isn't enough to repay for one breakfast."

John responded speechlessly.

After saying that, the two laughed again.

And Ryan and Ethan were rarely silent.

The two looked at each other, not knowing what to say; they also wanted to advance and retreat with their good brothers.

But reason told them that this wasn't something they could decide for themselves.

Mr. Claude also discovered their thoughts, so he smiled gently.

"Don't think too much; you are children after all, and these things aren't for you to carry."

"You only need to focus on your studies now, keep a clear head, and guard the justice in your hearts, and that is enough."

The two looked at each other and nodded silently.

John and Titus leaned over, each hugging one.

"Why think so much? If the sky falls, Dumbledore will hold it up," Titus said.

"Exactly, and we are at most third-line personnel; fighting and drawing hatred isn't our turn, so just do what we should do."

John also added with a smile.

Only then did they cheer up and return to their usual demeanor, talking and laughing.

Mr. Claude looked at the few spirited teenagers, his gaze filled with a trace of gratification.