Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The night Harry became the hero of the Gryffindor common room the night the pull-up interview on The Quibbler came out, Fred and George had the audacity to cast a magnifying spell on the Quibbler's cover, hanging it on On the wall, Harry's big head looked down at the audience, occasionally shouting out slogans like the Ministry of Magic is a **** and Umbridge go eat shit.

Hermione didn't find it very interesting, saying it prevented her from concentrating, and ended up being so annoyed that she went back to bed early.

After an hour or two, Harry had to admit that the big avatar wasn't that interesting, especially when the Talking Charm started to fade away, and it would just shout incoherent words like **** and Umbridge at shorter and shorter intervals, The pitch is getting higher and higher.

It was starting to give him a headache, and the scars hurt like pins and needles again. So he announced that he, too, needed to go to bed earlier, to the dismayed complaints of those who had gathered around him countless times to relive his interviews.

There was no one in the dormitory, and he pressed his forehead against the cold window glass beside the bed, feeling the scar a little more comfortable.

Then he undressed and lay on the bed, hoping the headache would go away. He also felt a little sick.

He lay on his side, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately.

...

"Okay, it's almost done." Tiera closed the notebook with a smile, then waved his hand, the notebook in his hand instantly turned into six points, and flew to the other people at the Golden Book Conference, "Thanks to everyone. With the help of , the design of the ceremony of becoming a god, which originally took at least six months to complete, was completed in less than two months. This is how I summed up the parts calculated by everyone, made a connection, and everyone took it back. Let's check it out. If there is any problem, please communicate in time. If there is no problem, Mr. Lemay, Ms. Wu and Mr. Slytherin can start to make items related to the ritual of God, Maca-Far-Monka Ms. Sha and Chief Thunderbird should also start preparing potions."

"What about you?" Chief Thunderbird had no objection to the arrangement, but just asked curiously.

"There is something to wrap up here at Hogwarts. After that, I'm going to go to Dreamland again." Tiera said, "If any of you want to go, you can go together. It is estimated that the longest cost is not much. It will be more than half a month.”

"What else do you need to finish at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked strangely, "I'm back, what else do you need to finish?"

"Voldemort is going to make a new Horcrux." Tiera said indifferently, "He still misses the Gryffindor sword, and I have to give him the sword."

"He sent Draco Malfoy to steal the sword." Tiera shook his head with a wry smile, "But Draco is too unreliable, in order for him to complete the task well, as my former classmate, I I really can't bear to see him being blamed or punished by Voldemort for failing in his mission, and help him accomplish his mission by showing his humanitarian spirit."

"Ah..." Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, "You're used to doing these little tricks."

"So when are you going to let Voldemort steal the Gryffindor sword?" Dumbledore asked again.

"Not yet," Tiera replied. "Voldemort thought he was ready, but he wasn't."

"Voldemort's soul has been split too many times, and it has become dilapidated. Although he took the potion I revealed to him, his foundation is really empty. He feels that he has been drinking magic for more than a month. The medicine can already split into a Horcrux, but it can't." Tiera explained, "When he can split his soul, I will naturally give him the Gryffindor sword."

"It sounds like you care about Voldemort." Wu Peirong smelled a different breath from it, frowned and asked, "It's as if you wished Voldemort had more Horcruxes."

"I just wish Voldemort had more Horcruxes." Tiera smiled faintly.

"What are your plans?" Chief Thunderbird asked.

Tiera smiled without saying a word.

"Let's talk about it after we push Hathaway Romanov to the throne."

"I have more plans."

......

Time abandoned February, passed March, and gradually came to April.

As the weather was getting warmer day by day, the .ls exam was approaching day by day. During this time, both the teacher and Hermione kept reminding them that the .ls exam was getting closer.

The fifth graders were all under more or less pressure. Hannah Abbott burst into tears in the herbal class, whimpering that she was too stupid to take the exam and wanted to leave school now, but she was the first to receive Madam Pomfrey. of tranquilizers.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's Army training sessions, Harry would be really upset.

He sometimes felt that he was alive to spend hours practicing in the Room of Requirement, hard but enjoyable. He was filled with pride as he looked around at the members of Dumbledore's Army and saw their progress.

Harry sometimes wondered how Umbridge would react when all the members of the .ls had "excellent" Defence Against the Dark Arts scores in the .ls exam.

They had finally started practicing the Patronus Charm, and everyone was doing it very well, but Harry reminded everyone over and over that they were summoning the Patronus in a brightly lit classroom, and they were facing the Dementors without being threatened. It's a different story when it comes to this kind of stuff.

"Oops, don't spoil the scenery," Qiu Zhang said cheerfully during the last class before Easter.

She was watching her silver swan-shaped Patronus flying around the Room of Requirement. "It's so pretty!"

"It doesn't need to be pretty, it should be able to protect you," Harry said patiently, "Actually we need Boggart or something, that's how I learned it, I have to summon the Patronus when Boggart pretends to be a Dementor. —"

"That's scary too!" Lavender said, spouts of silvery gas from the tip of her wand. "I'm still... still... still not going!"

She added angrily.

Neville didn't use it well either.

He frowned intently, but only a few thin strands of silver smoke came from the tip of his wand.

"You have to think happy things," Harry reminded.

"I was thinking." Neville thought desperately, his sweaty face shining brightly.

"Harry, I think I've made it!" Seamus cried. "Look—alas—it's gone! But it must be a furry thing, Harry!"

Hermione's Patronus is a shiny silver otter ~www.NovelMTL.com~ dancing around her.

"It's really pretty, isn't it?" said Hermione, looking at it happily.

The door to the Room of Requirement opened and then closed. Harry turned his head to see who had come in, but there seemed to be no one at the door.

After a while, he noticed that several people near the door were silent.

"Run!" Harry heard something from the pocket of his wizard robe.

"Run!" Harry heard it again, not just one, but many, from different pockets of Dumbledore's Army.

Hermione reacted the fastest, taking out the deck of tarot cards she had been keeping in her pocket from Tierra.

"Run!" said Tiera on the tarot card for the third time. "Someone told Umbridge!"

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