Harry Potter and the Old Ones

By the time of dinner, Harry had completely figured it out and was ashamed of what he had just thought, so before dinner, Harry gave Hermione and Ron a big hug very warmly, and then took it seriously. of congratulations.

"I, I thought you were angry." Seeing Harry like this, Ron heaved a sigh of relief and hugged back happily.

"I thought too." Hermione also reached out and hugged Harry, then rubbed Harry's hair and said with a smile, "I thought you were jealous when I saw you being so cold just now."

"Oh, I, no, I didn't..." Harry said with a stammer, looking around, "I, I just thought of Tiera..."

Harry said with some guilty conscience.

"Yeah..." Hermione said, "If Tiera was still there... this prefect must be his..."

"Yeah." Ron also nodded.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione seemed to have returned to their previous attitude of getting along, and happily went to the kitchen in the basement and found a seat.

Sirius, Lupin, Tonks, and Kingsley Shacklebolt had arrived, and soon after Harry poured himself and Ron and Hermione a butterbeer each, Mad-Eye Moody trudged away. Come in.

"Oh, Alastor, I'm so glad you're here," said Mrs Weasley happily as Mad-Eye took off his traveling cloak, "We've been meaning to ask you for a long time... can you watch Look at the writing desk in the living room and tell us what's inside? We've been afraid to open it for fear that it's a particularly annoying guy."

"No problem, Molly." Moody's electric blue eyes rolled upward, staring at the kitchen ceiling.

"Living room?" he said gruffly, his pupils narrowing. "The desk in the corner? Ah, I saw it, yes, a Boggart. Do you need me to go up and get it out, Molly?" "

"No, no, I'll do it myself later." Mrs. Weasley said with a grin. "You drink a bar. Actually, we're having a little celebration?"

She pointed to the bright red banner, "The fourth prefect in the family!"

Then Mrs Weasley stroked Ron's hair and said lovingly.

"Prefect, eh?" Moody growled, the ordinary eye looking at Ron, the enchanted eye twitching and staring sideways from the inside of his head.

Harry had a very uncomfortable feeling, as if the eyes were looking at him, and he turned to look at Sirius and Lupin.

"Okay, congratulations," Moody said, still staring at Ron with his ordinary eyes.

Seeing Ron's heart fluttered.

But just at this time his father and elder brother came back, and he finally found an excuse to ignore Moody's stare.

Mrs Weasley was beaming and didn't even complain that they brought Mundungus with them.

Mundungus was wearing a long overcoat that looked oddly puffy, and he wouldn't take it off and put it together with Moody's travel cloak.

"Okay, I think we can raise our glasses," said Mr. Weasley, after everyone had their drinks, raising his goblet, "Congratulations to Ron and Hermione on their election to the Gryffindor class. long!"

Everyone raised their glasses to congratulate, and then applauded, Ron and Hermione beaming with joy.

"I've never been a prefect myself," Tonks said gleefully behind Harry as everyone gathered around the table to get food. Today her hair was as red as a tomato and dragged down to her waist, looking like Ginny's sister. "The dean of our college said I lacked certain necessary qualities."

"Like what?" asked Ginny, who was picking out a baked potato.

"Like not being able to follow the rules," Tonks said. Ginny laughed. Hermione didn't seem to know if she should smile too, so she took a compromise and took a gulp of butterbeer from her mug, only to choke.

Mundungus seemed to have something to say to George or Fred Weasley, but stopped when he saw Harry, but Fred blinked and motioned for Harry to go over.

"It's okay," he said to Mundungus. "We can trust Harry, he's our patron!"

"Look what Mundungus has brought us." George said, spreading his palms to show Harry, which was a pile of dry black pod-like things, although motionless, there was a slight rattling. sound.

"Seeds of Poison Tentacles," George said. "We'll need them for our quick-acting escaping candy, but it's a Class C prohibited trade item, so we've been having a hard time getting them."

"Ten Galleons for that, Dunge?" Mundungus said, "I've spent a lot of effort to get this!"

His flabby, bloodshot eyes narrowed even further.

"I'm sorry, guys, I'll never shoot below twenty," Mundungus said.

"Sorry, Mundungus just likes to joke around," Fred said to Harry.

"Yeah, one of his best jokes is that he asks for six sicols for a bag of pimple quills," said George.

"Be careful," Harry reminded them softly.

"What's the matter?" Fred asked. "Mum is busy whispering affectionately to Prefect Ron, we'll be fine."

"But Moody may be staring at you," Harry pointed out.

Mundungus turned his head and looked nervously.

"That's right," he muttered. "Okay, lads, just ten, as long as you get rid of them quickly."

"Thank you, Harry!" Fred said happily, Mundungus having emptied his pockets into the twins' outstretched hands, and hurried over to get something to eat.

"Harry has another good news for you." George sat down beside Harry and whispered, "Our joke shop is about to be established!"

"Congratulations...congratulations," said Harry.

"In honor of Tierra." Fred also sat down and said, "We decided to name our joke shop--"

"Tiera's Joke Shop!" The Weasley twins said at the same time~www.NovelMTL.com~ Harry's heart suddenly had a ripple and a touch.

"Tiella is forever." George and Fred raised their glasses.

"Tiera will live forever." Harry also said sadly.

……

The eternal Tiera is standing outside the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts in her full costume.

Tiera put on another bright red pope's robe, and inside the robe was a black priest's uniform.

Tiera is like a real priest, holding a thick book in one hand and a cane in the other hand, majestic, and arrogantly, she paused with her cane on the damp and rotten ground of the Forbidden Forest— —

In the depths of the Forbidden Forest, there was a faint red light above Tiera's tomb.

The red light gradually condensed into the form of Tiera.

At the tomb, Mrs. Rosie, Igor Karkaroff, and Hathaway Romanov raised their heads with difficulty.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Rosie, Miss Romanov, and Mr. Karkaroff." Tiera said with a bright face, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

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