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... Dark Mark appeared in the Observatory, even if Death Eaters really invaded Hogwarts, it was nothing to Dumbledore who had already returned to school. He could basically solve most things by himself.

  However, Mr. Principal still asked Phineas to remind the members of the Order of the Phoenix to reinforce Hogwarts, which means that Hogwarts may really be in big trouble, so they need help.

Sirius immediately contacted other members of the Order of the Phoenix through the newsletter ...

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