Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The day ended with a sumptuous dinner—

Hermione's parents invited Harry, Tierra, and the Weasleys to a sumptuous dinner at the Leaky Cauldron. Of course, they used Kim Galleons. Thanks to the magical price of food in the wizarding world, they were very happy. The meal didn't cost much—

A whole roasted turkey, a big pot of green bean and lamb soup, a huge roasted lobster, a huge red wine steak, a huge pig's trotter, a basket of fried fish that looks like it could fit in Harry, half a roasted crocodile , and each one's portion of French fries, salad, and Pietiera's head-sized bread—

All these cost only fourteen gold Galleons and five silver sicos.

The two families, one Harry and one Tiera, had a very happy meal, and they had a good talk at the dinner.

But the little host, Hermione Granger, didn't seem to be so happy. He hid beside his parents and fiercely cut the big pig's hoof in the plate with a knife and fork.

Others might think she's a starving cook--

But only Tiera knew that Hermione took this big pig's trotter as herself...

Tsk tsk, Tiera reluctantly picked up a piece of fried fish and put it on her plate, enjoying the wonderful feeling of oil filling her mouth.

Today's little girls are just like Tucson Po, isn't it because their confession was rejected?

As for such bitterness and hatred?

Tiera sighed.

That's why he doesn't like teenage girls.

My heart is always full of unrealistic fantasies and love views that I don't know where to look.

If Tiera didn't want to return to her original world, but wanted to live here for a long time, then Hermione might be a good choice when she became an adult——

Smart, beautiful, powerful, rational, and not lacking in the softness and sensibility of women.

But Tiera couldn't have any sense of belonging to this world after all.

The dinner ended with laughter and laughter—

Including Hermione.

After venting her anger on the pig's trotters for a dinner, Hermione's mood calmed down a little.

At least the expression is no longer so gloomy.

"See you at school!" Hermione said to Ron, Harry, and Tiera who was standing beside Harry before leaving.

"Come on, child, you can stay at our house these few days."

After saying goodbye to the Granger family, Mrs. Weasley put her arms around Tiera enthusiastically and patted Tiera on the shoulder.

"A little thin, kid," said Mrs. Weasley, "but no problem, I'll feed you fat for nothing these days!"

"Thank you, ma'am." Tiera said shyly, "I will trouble you these few days."

"No trouble, no trouble!" Mrs. Weasley laughed.

Tierra, Harry followed the Weasleys to the Burrow through the Leaky Cauldron's network of flying stoves.

As soon as she stepped out of the fireplace, Tiera smelled the aroma of wheat and a bit of pig **** in the air...

Ah, the familiar taste.

Tiera heard it every day when she went to the fields to plant wheat in her last life.

At that time, he couldn't wait to return to the place quickly—

But now it makes him feel like he has been separated from another world.

"You sleep with Harry and Ron in the same room." Mrs. Weasley came out of the fireplace just behind Tiera, "Let Ron take you there, I'll get the bread for tomorrow's breakfast first. Well fermented."

"Need my help? Mrs. Weasley." Tiera asked politely.

"No, it can be done with a wave of a wand." Mrs. Weasley smiled and pushed Tiera, motioning Tiera to follow Harry and Ron upstairs—

Then Mrs Weasley turned around like a tigress.

"George! Fred!" shouted Mrs. Weasley. "And Arthur!"

"How many times have I told you! Don't ask rude questions in front of Muggles!" Mrs. Weasley's voice was roaring around the beam for three days, "You didn't see the expressions on Mr. Granger and the girl just now. Do you? You're going to be embarrassed—"

"Let's go, let's go." Like a frightened kitten, Ron hurriedly dragged Tiera and Harry upstairs.

Tiera followed behind Ron and Harry through the narrow stairs of the Burrow to his room, which was larger than it looked from the outside, perhaps because of the Invisibility Stretching Charm. much more.

Tiera walked in, the sloping ceiling almost touching his head.

In Tiera's room, the eyes suddenly went out of focus for a moment, because everything in Ron's room looked a dazzling orange: the bedspread, the walls, even the ceiling.

Finally, Tiera discovered that Ron had covered almost every inch of the worn wallpaper with posters, all of which were the same seven witches and wizards, dressed in bright orange-yellow robes, carrying Broomstick, waving happily.

Ron's magic textbooks were piled haphazardly in the corner of the room, next to some comic books, which seemed to be "The Adventures of Mad Muggle Martin Miggs".

Ron's old wand was placed on a large fish tank on the windowsill, and there were many small tadpoles in the tank.

His gray-haired fat mouse, Scabbers, lay beside the fish tank and snored—

It was Peter Pettigrew.

"Not very big." Ron sat down on his bed, which was a small single bed, and next to the single bed was another single bed, with Harry's messy on it. Clothes, socks, and panties, and a hammock near the window—

This should be where Ron often reads books.

"Harry's sleeping bag." Ron said, taking a piece of candy from the bedside table and putting it in his mouth. "You can only sleep in that hammock."

"No problem," Tiera said, "are we going around?"

"Okay," Ron said.

Tiera put the suitcase on the ground, then came to the window, and carefully observed the little tadpoles in the fish tank~www.NovelMTL.com~ Harry followed behind Tiera and said, "It's great to mention Yela!"

"We can play together for the rest of the summer vacation!" Harry said happily.

"Yeah." After seeing the tadpoles, Tiera pinched her neck and picked up Peter Pettigrew, who was sleeping soundly beside the fish tank.

Peter was startled, but after seeing it was Tiera, he rolled over in Tiera's armband and fell asleep again.

Tiera rubbed Peter Pettigrew's mouse head over and over, while using "snooping" magic and Legilimency to rummage Peter Pettigrew's memory——

Banjun is like a tiger. He now has the most terrifying village-level terrorist in history. If there is an opportunity to get more information, Tiera will definitely not let it go.

It only took less than half an hour, and while chatting with Harry and Ron, Tiera turned over all the memories of Voldemort in Peter's memory——

Because Tiera had just learned the Soul Remembrance this summer and was not very good at it, most of Peter's memories of Voldemort were distorted by his fear, which made Tiera not get any particularly useful information, even Not as much as what he learned from movies, novels and fan literature in his previous life.

"Speaking of which, Ron. Little... Scabbers is very old." Tiera said, "Didn't you consider breeding him?"

[Damn Tiera! Ron should also refuse this time! 】

Tiera "heared" Peter Pettigrew, who was lying in his arms, thinking so.

"We've tried it before, but Scabbers doesn't seem to be interested in female mice," said Ron, "so we never insisted."

"Then have you tried male mice?" Tiera said, "Maybe Scabbers likes male mice."