UK, Scottish Highlands.
Somewhere in a remote area covered by several kinds of protective magic, Harry was waving his wand intently, practicing the Fiendfyre charm he learned from Mad-Eye Moody. He lit the simple fire pit in front of him and tried to control the black flames to prevent them from spreading around at will.
On Harry's left, Hermione and Ron nervously grasped their wands, ready to use the counteracting spell that Moody had taught them not long ago to extinguish the Fiendfyre in the fire pit.
Unfortunately, all three attempts failed.
Soon after Harry finished chanting the Fiery Blaze spell, the black magic fire turned into a roiling wave of fire, showing signs of being out of control and tending to spread beyond the fire pit.
After the black devil flames spread out of the fire pit, Ron and Hermione waved their wands at the same time and used the breaking spell taught by Moody to try to suppress the out-of-control devil flames.
However, the two of them only slightly suppressed the black demonic flames and failed to stop the spread of the fierce fire.
In the end, it took the joint efforts of several members of the Order of the Phoenix around the three people to completely contain the surging black fire and completely extinguish it in a short time.
“Failed again.”
Harry couldn't help feeling a little discouraged; this was already his third day of practicing the Fiery Flame Charm.
Unfortunately, the difficulty of advanced black magic was beyond their imagination, and they made little progress despite their hard practice.
After summoning the Fiery Flame, it was impossible to control it. It quickly went completely out of control, spreading and expanding wantonly, devouring everything.
Even the breaking spell that Ron and Hermione practiced had no effect on Fiendfyre, as if the breaking spell was fake.
"I really don't understand why you have to learn such dangerous black magic." Mad-Eye put away his wand and looked at the fire pit burned by the magic flames, and couldn't help complaining.
Even he was extremely afraid of that kind of evil demonic flame and dared not use it rashly. And he actually taught Harry the Fiery Flame Curse. Sometimes Moody even wondered if he was crazy.
A few days ago, Harry, Hermione and Ron returned to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix and told everyone that they wanted to learn the Fiery Curse. Since then, they have taken time out every day to accompany the three of them to practice this dangerous black magic.
However, it is not difficult to summon Fiendfyre, but it is really difficult to control it. Moreover, as Fiendfyre gradually spreads, the difficulty of control will increase further. Albert's behavior of only letting Fiendfyre burn Malfoy Manor but not spreading to the surrounding areas shocked many people.
"Don't worry, Harry. You've done great. Many dark wizards are also unable to control the Fiendfyre well." Sirius reached out and patted Harry's shoulder, comforting him. "At least you are able to use it. You just need to spend time practicing to control it. There will be no problem."
"Shut up Sirius, do you know how many stupid dark wizards throughout the ages have been burned to death by their own Fiendfyre?"
Moody glared at Sirius, motioning him to shut up before turning his head to Harry and saying, "Don't try to practice the Fiery Flame Curse if we're not present. Once the Fiery Flame gets completely out of control, the consequences will be disastrous."
After that, Moody turned his head to look at Hermione and Ron, "And you two, you must concentrate when using the breaking spell, otherwise it will be difficult for you to suppress and extinguish the Fiendfyre."
"It is a very advanced dark magic after all."
Lupin said something fair, it was obviously unrealistic to expect Harry to master it in a short period of time, not to mention that Harry was not good at dark magic.
Even for them, it would be difficult to master the Fierce Fire Curse in a short period of time.
"Do you think Albert has the secret to using the Fiendfyre? He burned down Malfoy Manor with it." Ron muttered. He had not forgotten what Moody and the others had mentioned after dinner.
If Albert was willing to teach them, the three of them might be able to master the Fire Curse faster.
"We don't have any evidence to prove that the Fiendfyre at Malfoy Manor is related to Albert," Hermione reminded impatiently.
"Besides him, who else do you think has the ability to do that, You-Know-Who?" Ron asked back, "Don't be silly, Hermione. Some things don't even require evidence, because there are only a few wizards in the entire wizarding world who really have that ability."
“Everything requires evidence.”
Hermione was quite dissatisfied with this. She felt that Ron was completely unreasonable. He directly blamed the incident on Albert. Just because he had the ability to do that
It's ridiculous.
Ron shrugged and stopped arguing with Hermione about the matter, to avoid a quarrel and a sour relationship.
"Harry, are you learning the Fiery Flame Curse because you want to use it to deal with the You-Know-Who?" Kingsley felt that it was very unreliable to use the Fiery Flame Curse against the You-Know-Who.
The other members of the Order of the Phoenix around them also pricked up their ears and listened.
"Of course not. I've never been so stupid as to think that I could defeat You-Know-Who by relying on the Fiery Curse."
After experiencing the dual influence of Albert and Dumbledore, Harry still has this self-awareness.
"Dark magic is the area where the mysterious person excels. It is simply wishful thinking to defeat him in his area of expertise."
"Then why do you..." Kingslai hesitated.
"If possible, I don't want to use such a dangerous spell, but we need to use it as a backup plan to ensure that the next plan can be completed smoothly."
"It seems that you have a big plan next." Kings came and looked into Harry's eyes and said.
"Sorry, we need to keep this a secret for now."
"Secret?"
Sirius exchanged glances with the others. They had heard "keep it a secret" countless times.
“Before we start the plan, we need to be fully prepared because we only have one chance and we cannot afford to fail.”
Harry's face was full of helplessness, he could see that everyone was very curious about what the three of them were going to do. Especially after he started learning the Fiery Fire Curse, everyone became even more worried and completely lacked trust in him.
Harry really wanted to tell them that he was no longer a child, and that their worrying would only make things worse and was completely meaningless.
But facing the concerned looks from everyone, Harry couldn't say it in the end.
"Are you planning on breaking into Gringotts?"
Sirius remembered that Harry had asked Bill to help keep an eye on goblins, and Gringotts was naturally the only place that could contact goblins.
After all, Harry and his two companions had gone to Hogwarts not long ago. Although no one knew what they were doing there, everyone suspected that they were looking for something.
"Maybe, if necessary."
Harry looked at Sirius with a helpless smile on his face. "Random guesses are meaningless at the moment. If our plan goes well, it won't take too long to complete the task assigned by Dumbledore."
"I'm sorry Harry, I... was just worried."
Sirius noticed Harry's gaze and realized that he seemed to have made a stupid mistake.
"I know, but... before we complete the task, it's best not to let the You-Know-Who know what we are doing, otherwise all of Dumbledore's efforts during his lifetime will become meaningless."
"This is all about defeating You-Know-Who."
After Harry looked away, he tried to change the subject to divert everyone's attention.
"I think you can spend more time on the others and teach them the knowledge of defense against the dark arts. Sooner or later we will have a battle with the You-Know-Who and his minions. We can't fight alone then, and we still need everyone's support. If everyone's defense against the dark arts can be improved in stages, it will definitely significantly reduce the number of casualties."
Everyone looked at each other and realized that they should not continue asking questions.
"Okay, let's go back. I think you must be hungry!"
Lupin tried to ease the atmosphere. He felt that there was a reason why Dumbledore was unwilling to reveal too many secrets to them. If they continued to explore, it would not only show their distrust of Harry, but also their distrust of Dumbledore.
Even though Dumbledore is dead.
…
"Harry, are you okay?"
After returning to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, Hermione looked at the emotionally unstable Harry with a little uneasiness.
"I'm fine, Hermione," Harry shook his head.
"You don't look okay," Ron muttered as he thrust a piece of chocolate at Harry. "Eat something, maybe you'll feel better."
"No, thank you."
"Everyone is just too worried about you." Hermione tried to comfort Harry, "Especially after you planned to master the dangerous dark magic of Fiery Blaze. To be honest, I have never had the courage to use Fiery Blaze in my life."
"Of course I know they have no ill intentions and are trustworthy, but do you know? If they are caught accidentally, a simple Legilimency or Veritaserum can knock their heads open and make all our efforts go to waste."
"Harry..." Hermione looked uneasy.
"So, some things are not suitable for too many people to know."
Don’t they even know this
Harry believed that the members of the Order of the Phoenix would not be that stupid, but Sirius and his group still tried to figure out what the three of them were doing.
Why is that
Worry
I'm afraid it's more of curiosity and distrust!
After all, Dumbledore was dead, and things were a little different.
It was just like when they were at Grimmauld Place, using Retractable Ears to eavesdrop on what was being discussed at the Order of the Phoenix meeting.
Everyone seemed to have endless curiosity and wanted to figure out what they were doing.
However, now the roles of both parties have been reversed.
The repeated tests really made Harry feel funny and helpless.
He suddenly understood Albert's impatience back then, and also understood why he would rather set up his own defense association than join the Order of the Phoenix.
Yeah, he finds it troublesome.
Of course Sirius also sent a message to Albert about this matter, but was simply ignored.
"We can't take any risks, especially when we're so close to success," Harry said softly. "We can't afford to fail, you know that."
Harry said this not only to Hermione and Ron, but also to anyone else who might be eavesdropping on their conversation.
"It's time to eat."
There was a knock on the door and Ginny's voice came.
“Here I come.”
Ron responded and gestured to the two of them to go.
"Mrs. Wesley."
When Harry entered the kitchen and saw a familiar figure, his eyes widened in surprise.
"I'm sorry to have made you worried."
Mrs. Weisley put down the cauldron of stewed potatoes and gave Harry a big hug.
Today's dinner was exceptionally sumptuous and everyone enjoyed it very much.
After dinner, Mrs. Weisley took Harry to the kitchen alone to talk to him.
It turned out to be about the Fierce Fire Curse.
Mrs. Weasley hoped that Harry would not continue to do those risky things. After all, there was Albert whose ability far exceeded theirs, and there was no need for him, Hermione and Ron to risk their lives.
Facing Mrs. Weisley's gaze, Harry couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Some things can't be avoided, even if I want to hide, because the You-Know-Who won't let me go. So, I can only face it. I don't want to die on the run. That would be a shame."
"But Albert..."
"Albert is trying his best to help, but this is a personal grudge between me and Vol... You-Know-Who. I can't escape it." Harry's tone was so calm that even Mrs. Weisley felt uneasy. "The You-Know-Who and I will have a decisive battle eventually, and only one person is destined to survive. So, I will not escape, and I cannot escape, because those who are weak and escape will inevitably face death."
Mrs. Weasley opened her mouth slightly.
"I won't lose, please believe me."
To be honest, Harry had lost count of how many times he had said this, but he knew he had to say something.
"I believe it."
While Mrs. Weasley was holding Harry back, Mad-Eye Moody, Kingsley and Sirius took Hermione and Ron to the classroom to ask them about what had happened recently, under the pretext of teaching them how to break the curse.
There's no way, Harry has changed a lot in recent times.
He seemed to have become less concerned about many things, and his mind was only on Dumbledore's mission.
"We promised confidentiality, and there's no point in telling now."
Facing the inquiring gazes of several people, Hermione closed her mind as much as possible and answered expressionlessly, "Harry said a long time ago that the fewer people who know, the better."
"I don't know what your plan is, but Harry has actually started to learn dangerous dark magic like the Fiery Curse." Kingsley hesitated for a moment and said, "You should know how dangerous that kind of magic is."
In fact, except for Mad-Eye who knows the Fiery Fyre, other members of the Order of the Phoenix will not try to use the Fiery Fyre. In order to prevent Fiery Fyre from getting out of control, there are so many people there to help watch over it, which shows how dangerous Fiery Fyre is.
"I think you should focus more on training everyone's Defense Against the Dark Arts. After we complete the task assigned by Dumbledore, Harry and the You-Know-Who will inevitably have a battle. At that time, we will be the final winners no matter what, but Harry needs more help, unless you want to deal with the You-Know-Who's minions alone." Hermione took a deep breath and said to the people around her, "Also, it's not that Harry doesn't want to tell you, but Dumbledore believes that more people knowing the secret will not help solve the problem in any way, and you don't even know what your mission is."
The group of people were speechless after hearing what Hermione said, and finally turned around and left silently.
"Do you think what I said just now was too much?" Hermione looked at Ron beside her uneasily.
"No." Harry said out of nowhere, "Thank you Hermione, I've always wanted to tell them."
"You're welcome."
Hermione suddenly felt a little flustered.
"Sometimes I even feel that they are just like me a few years ago. I didn't know anything, but I was trying to get something from Dumbledore, and I didn't hesitate to mess things up." Harry smiled bitterly. "No wonder Albert doesn't like dealing with them. They always think they are right."
"Don't blame them Harry," said Hermione.
"I don't blame them. I just feel tired because they are doing this for your own good." Harry shook his head. "Maybe I should have asked Dumbledore if I could tell them the secret."
"Harry!"
Hermione and Ron both looked a little uneasy. As Harry's friends, they could feel the changes in Harry better than anyone else.
That is the madness beneath the calm.
He was ready to die with Voldemort.
"What's up, Ginny?"
Harry turned to look at the girl standing outside the door.
"Mum baked some potato pancakes. Do you want to come out for some?" Ginny asked Harry.
"Oh, here we go," said Ron.
"Is there a portrait of Dumbledore here?" Harry suddenly asked after sitting down next to Ginny.
"Harry, what do you want Dumbledore's portrait for?" Sirius asked doubtfully.
"I know you are curious about what we are doing recently, so I plan to ask Dumbledore's opinion first. If Dumbledore agrees, I will tell you." Harry took a bite of potato pancakes covered with ketchup and said calmly.
The atmosphere around suddenly fell into a terrible silence.