Harry Potter and the Old Ones

At 5:30 in the morning on August 7th, at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the old house of the Black family, Harry resisted the urge to smash the alarm clock, slowly got up from the bed, put on Glasses.

She took a deep breath and turned off the alarm.

Mrs. Weasley had put her freshly laundered jeans and T-shirt at the foot of his bed.

Harry fumbled to put them on, and saw the blank drawing on the wall giggling, as if mocking himself—

Harry punched the drawing paper on the wall, and he didn't feel anything except the slightest pain in his fist.

Harry came here more than a week ago, and came to Twelve Grimmauld Place, which used to be the ancestral home of the Black family, but was donated by Sirius Black to the Order of the Phoenix as its headquarters.

Harry was brought here only a month ago—

Yes, "talent".

As soon as the summer vacation was over, everyone seemed to have forgotten him, leaving him on Privet Drive, by his stupid and bad cousin Dudley.

Even if it wasn't for the Dementor attack, Harry might not have known that Hermione and Ron had joined the Order of the Phoenix in the short span of four weeks apart—

The Order of the Phoenix was founded by Dumbledore to fight against Voldemort.

So Harry had a blast with Ron and Hermione the day he arrived.

In a way, Harry even wanted to thank the two Dementors, if it wasn't for them attacking him so far from Azkaban, Harry probably wouldn't have known about it until the end of the summer. an organization.

Harry tiptoed lightly, and after getting dressed, stood up from the bed—

Ron, who slept in the same room with him, was still lying on the bed with his limbs stretched out on his back, his mouth wide open, and he was sleeping soundly.

Harry silently crossed the room, came to the landing outside the door, and closed the door gently with his backhand. Ron didn't move.

Harry tried hard not to think about the possible outcome of today's hearing at the Ministry of Magic—

Maybe when he sees Ron next time, they might not be Hogwarts classmates anymore.

Harry walked lightly down the stairs, past the heads of Kreacher's ancestors, and into the kitchen below.

He thought there was no one in the kitchen, but as soon as he walked to the door, he heard low voices coming from behind the door.

He pushed open the door and saw Mr. Weasley, Mrs. Weasley, Sirius, Lupin, and Tonks sitting there as if waiting for him.

They were all neatly dressed, only Mrs Weasley was wearing a purple dressing gown.

As soon as Harry entered, she stood up immediately.

"Breakfast, Harry," Mrs. Weasley said as she drew her wand and hurried toward the fire. She seemed as nervous as Harry, trying to hide her nervousness by not looking at Harry. But it didn't work-

Harry saw through her emotions at a glance.

And everyone is sitting there.

I don't know why, since Tiera died, Harry only felt that some switch in his heart was turned on. The emotions that he couldn't understand before, the lies that he couldn't see through, Harry could easily understand and understand.

Everyone in the kitchen was talking to Harry, as if trying to relieve Harry's inner tension by talking.

"Well, um, um..." Harry didn't pay much attention to it and responded perfunctorily.

Harry, who was eating breakfast, was stunned for a moment—

He suddenly remembered that when he was chatting with Tiera in the past, Tiera seemed to always respond like this...

"Are you full, Harry?" Seeing Harry stop the knife and fork, Mrs. Weasley came over and patted Harry on the shoulder lovingly.

"Um..." Harry put down his knife and fork and shook his head, as if he wanted to get rid of the thought just now—

He shouldn’t think about Tiera like that, he is Tiera’s best friend, and Tiera even blocked a death curse for himself. Thinking like that, I’m so sorry for Tiera.

But even so, the slightly blasphemous thought just now made Harry lose his appetite.

"I'm taking you to the Ministry of Magic today... After all, I'm still a little more familiar with the Ministry of Magic than the others. Trust me, Harry, it'll be over soon." Mr. Weasley came over to cheer him up, " In a few hours, you'll be fine."

Harry didn't say anything, just nodded with an ugly expression on his face.

"The trial is on my floor, in the office of Amelia Burns. She is the Director of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic, and she will ask you questions when the time comes," Mr. Weasley said.

"Amelia Burns is fine, Harry," Tonks said sincerely. "She's fair and will hear you out."

Harry nodded, still unable to think of a word to say.

"Don't lose your temper." Sirius said suddenly, "Attitude should be polite, and everything should be truthful and truthful."

"And Amelia Burns' brother, Edgar Burns, was one of the founders of the Order of the Phoenix and gave his life the last time Voldemort was in power." Sirius Black added, "So I trust her."

Harry nodded again.

"The law will support you," Lupin said softly. "Even underage wizards should be allowed to use magic in situations where their lives are at risk."

A chill was running down the back of Harry's neck, and he thought for a moment that someone was casting a Disillusionment Charm on him, then realized that it was Mrs Weasley who was using a wet comb on his hair.

She pressed the top of his head hard.

"Is it possible for it to fit down?" she said desperately.

Harry shook his head.

Mr. Weasley looked at his watch and looked up at Harry.

"I think we'll go now," said Mr. Weasley nervously. "It's a little early, but I think you might as well go to the Ministry of Magic instead of hanging around here."

"Okay," Harry said without thinking, put down the bread, and stood up.

"You'll be fine, Harry." Tonks said and patted his arm.

"Good luck," Lupin said. "I'm sure everything will go well."

"If not." Sirius said with a sullen face, "I'll go to Amelia Burns to settle the account for you."

Harry forced a smile.

Mrs Weasley gave him a hard hug.

"Okay..." Harry said, "see you later."

Then he followed Mr. Weasley upstairs and through the hall.

He could hear Sirius' mother whispering in her sleep behind the veil, Mr. Weasley unlatching the door, and the two went outside. It was just dawn, and the sky was grey and cold.

……

At the same time, Hogwarts at six o'clock in the morning.

Tiera, who was sleeping in the Slytherin Chamber, was awakened by Slytherin——

After becoming a god, Tiera fulfilled her promise and used the "life" authority she controlled to transform Slytherin back into a human form, allowing him to completely transform back and forth between a normal human form and a basilisk, jumping horizontally and repeatedly.

After all, Tiera has obtained the divine dimension, and from the divine dimension, she can handle the other three dimensions with ease.

"Dumbledore is looking for you." Slytherin said hoarsely—

After that day, Tiera introduced Slytherin, Dobby, and Slytherin's Chamber of Secrets to Dumbledore.

After all, he has such strength, it would be meaningless to lie to him again——

And even if he wanted to hide it, maybe one day, on a whim, Grindelwald would give Dumbledore all of his information in a letter.

It is better to be honest with yourself and cooperate for a win-win situation.

By the way, you can also use Slytherin to put a great emperor on the head of Dumbledore, the headmaster, why not be happy.

"Dumbledore said you should start preparing now," said Salazar Slytherin. "He did not expect the Ministry of Magic to hold the hearing at the appointed time, and because of your tough attitude that day, They're probably going to change the Harry Potter hearing to a formal trial."

"Okay, okay, okay... I see." Tiera helplessly rubbed her eyebrows—

In fact, as a divine creature, he no longer needs sleep much.

But the bed was too comfortable to hold, so Tiera, who had nothing to do, had to find some entertainment.

After talking with Dumbledore about educational reform that day, Dumbledore gave him a task—

Put yourself in the guise of Dumbledore and take full charge of Harry's use of magic outside of school.

Under the pretense of exercising, Tiera felt that Dumbledore just wanted to retire early...

So on the night Harry was attacked by the Dementors, Tierra, in the image of Dumbledore, angrily rushed directly into the mansion where Cornelius Fudge had been casted on the Reverse Shifting Shadow Charm. Cornelius Fudge took it out alone~www.NovelMTL.com~beard and hair forced him to withdraw Harry's decision to fire——

In fact, Tiera originally wanted to directly use powerful force to threaten Cornelius Fudge to withdraw the dismissal decision——

Anyway, it was Dumbledore who threatened the Minister of Magic. What does it have to do with me, Tiera, who is already dead?

But I don't know why Cornelius Fudge suddenly became hard-hearted and resolutely refused to withdraw. At most, it was changed to a hearing.

Tiera was helpless, so the scene just now happened, and she had to ask Tiera to go to the Ministry of Magic again.

Tiera also guessed that this may be the influence of the so-called "fixed number", which makes the subsequent development unable to deviate from the direction of the original to a certain extent—

In other words, it is difficult to turn the "fixed number" of this world into a "variable" by pure violence.

——Tiera concluded after the trip to Cornelius Fudge’s mansion.

"Tell Dumbledore." Tiera's body suddenly melted and turned into a mass of amorphous liquid. After a few simple squirmings, it turned into an old man wearing a red Pope's robe with white hair and beard.

"The old man is going to teach those cubs." Tiera, who transformed into Dumbledore, said with a sneer.

In the next second, he disappeared directly into the secret room.

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