Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The first class in the morning of the sixth grade after the black magic class was herbal medicine, but the students at Hogwarts did not have any relationship with herbal medicine class, or any other class at all.

After a day of fermentation, all the deeds of the young Voldemort have been thoroughly spread among the students at Hogwarts, and now everyone who is having breakfast in the auditorium hall is discussing this matter and discussing it. All about Voldemort—

When the mystery is no longer mysterious, when the veil of the unknown is lifted, all fears will naturally disappear.

When they just came out of the black magic classroom yesterday, they didn't dare to discuss with each other too loudly, and they even dared to use "mysterious person" as their title.

But today—

"Hey, let me tell you, that Voldemort, yes, the Dark Lord. He was called Tom Riddle when he was a kid, a nasty name." When Harry came to the hall for breakfast, he suddenly heard a man walking towards him. The Slytherin girl babbled.

"Yes, yes." One of her Ravenclaw friends nodded in agreement, "and I heard that his father's name was Tom Riddle, and he was still a Muggle, and not a Muggle-born wizard. , but the pure Muggle kind, the kind of Muggle that can't use magic at all."

"Oh, Merlin, no way..." The Slytherin girl and her best friend walked away chatteringly.

Harry looked at the two girls strangely and curiously.

"Hey, let me tell you, Voldemort was very gloomy when he was a child." Before the two girls left Harry's sight, another group of boyfriends and girlfriends came towards him.

"Eh, isn't it?" the girl asked in surprise, and then said, "He's the Dark Lord. It's normal for him to be a little bit different from others when he was a child, right? It wouldn't be normal if he wasn't different from others."

"But he liked to steal things when he was a kid." The boy said again, "I saw it with my own eyes. The things he stole were stuffed into a closet, and they were all stolen from the orphans in the Muggle orphanage."

"Eh? Really?" The girl called out in surprise, and then said with a look of disgust, "This is too much, to actually steal the orphan's things!"

Harry: ...

Obviously there are only so many small iron boxes.

"Hey, let me tell you, I saw it with my own eyes. In the black magic class yesterday, Voldemort used a mind control spell to control the entire orphanage as a child!" Another student walked up to him and introduced him to his friends. Based on what I saw in the black magic class yesterday.

Harry looked helplessly as the little Bean, who had just entered school, described to his companions how terrifying Voldemort was.

When Harry finally passed through the crowd and sat next to Hermione and Tiera, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have no appetite.

"Let's go." Harry sat up for a while, then stood up, said to Tiera and Hermione, then asked the house-elf for a sandwich, "Let's eat as we walk."

Then they met Ron again at the head of the stairs—

Apparently Ron overslept again.

"Ah! Harry, that's great." Ron greeted Harry, Hermione, and Tiera happily after seeing Harry, Hermione, and Tiera, then stared at the sandwich in Harry's hand for a while and asked, " Do you still eat this sandwich?"

"..." Harry had to silently pass the sandwich in his hand.

The road to the Greenhouse was buried due to yesterday's sudden high winds and blizzard, so Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Tiera took longer than usual to find their way to the Greenhouse.

"Wow, I'm so scared when I think about it now, the mysterious young man." Ron finished the sandwich in three bites on the way, licking his lips and said.

They were now standing around a gnarled tree stump that had been planned for the semester and began to put on their protective gloves.

"Even when he was young, the mysterious man felt very different from ordinary people." Ron still maintained the name of the mysterious man,

"Well." Harry said quietly, putting on a rubber face shield, and before putting on the mask, he glanced at Tiera quickly.

"Tiella, your idea is great!" Hermione said bluntly, "That way we can all learn about Voldemort as much as possible, and then we can all find his weakness!"

"It's like letting Voldemort fall into the ocean of people's war!" Hermione said excitedly.

"Ah, by the way! How was the last Slug party?" Harry asked her through the heavy face shield, trying to divert the subject, not knowing why hearing Hermione talking about it always felt so bad A little uncomfortable feeling.

"Oh, it's funny, really," said Hermione, putting on a pair of goggles, "I mean, he babbled about a lot of his famous exploits, and he shot all the mics. Round of flattery because he was close to him, but he did provide us with good food and he introduced us to Wenger-Jones."

"Winger-Jones?" Ron said, his eyes widening behind his goggles. "That Wenger-Jones? Halpie's captain?"

"Yeah," Hermione said, "but personally, I think she's a little arrogant, but..."

"The people there say enough is enough!" Professor Slapter squeezed through the crowd with a stern look on his face, "You are behind, everyone has already started, even Neville has already got his first Tree sac!"

They looked around-

True, Neville had a cracked lip and a few disgusting scratches on his face, but he was still clutching a disgusting green thing the size of a grape that was pulsing.

"Okay, Professor, let's start now!" Ron said, whispering as the Professor turned around again, "Should we use leather gloves, Harry?"

"No, we can't!" said Hermione at once, looking like she had been doing all the time. "Well, come on, we better start..."

She gave the other two people an understanding look, and they took a deep breath and started to fight the gnarled tree stump between them.

Immediately the stump became active, and long, thorny vines like thorns flew from its top and swayed in the air.

One of them tangled in Hermione's hair, Ron hit it back with a pair of pruning clips, and Harry managed to lure a few vines and tie them up as if in all the tentacle-like branches There was a hole in it.

Hermione bravely put her hand into the hole, looking very much like her arm was trapped. Harry and Ron tugged at the vine, forcing the hole to open again.

Hermione pulled out her hand, her fingers clutching a tree sack that looked like Neville's. The thorny vine was withdrawn at once, and the gnarled stump stood there looking like a harmless piece of wood.

"You know, I don't think I'll have this in my garden when I have my own home," Ron said, wiping the sweat off his face as he pulled the goggles back on his forehead.

"Give me a bowl," said Hermione, holding the pulsing tree sac in the distance.

Harry handed over a bowl, and Hermione threw the tree sack into it with disgust on her face.

As for Tierra, who was in a group, she had already finished picking the tree sacs—

After all, it's Tiera, isn't it?

How could a person who can even escape death can't even get a tree bag.

"Don't be afraid of getting dirty. Squeeze them. They are the best when they are fresh." Professor Slept shouted from a distance.

"Anyway," said Hermione, continuing their interrupted conversation as if a piece of wood had never attacked them, "Slug's supporters are going to have a Christmas party, Harry...you didn't Fa escaped this time because he wanted me to find out which nights you were free, so that would be a surefire night that you were sure to come."

Harry groaned as Ron, who was putting his hands on the sack trying to break it, stood up and squeezed the sack with all his might.

Ron said angrily, "Another party for Slug's favorite student, isn't it?"

"For the people at the Slug Club, yes." Hermione said inexplicably.

The tree sac jumped out of Ron's fingers, hit the glass of the greenhouse, and bounced back onto the back of Professor Slept's head, knocking off her worn, patched hat.

Harry walked over to retrieve the tree sac.

When he came back, Hermione was saying, "Look, I didn't embellish myself with the name 'The Slug Club'..."

"'The Slug Club,'" Ron repeated with a sneer like Malfoy. "That's pathetic. Well, I hope you're having a good time at the party. Will recognize you as King and Queen of the Slug Club..."

"We can bring other people to participate, I originally wanted to invite you, it's been a long time since the few of us participated in any activities together." Hermione said coldly, "But if you think it's stupid, I won't bother you. It's gone!"

Harry suddenly wished the sack could fly farther so he wouldn't have to sit between Ron and Hermione listening to their sullen and childish quarrel.

Without being noticed by the two of them, he grabbed a bowl with tree sacs in it and started trying to break them, making as little noise as possible.

Unfortunately, he still heard every word they said.

"You were going to invite me?" Ron said, his voice completely changed.

"Yes." Hermione said indifferently and a little angry, "but obviously you prefer McLun to join our small group, don't you..."

The two paused, Harry continued to use a shovel to break the elastic tree sac.

"No, I didn't." Ron said in a low voice, obviously he had just realized his gaffe and was ready to apologize, but—

Coincidentally, at this time, Harry missed the sac and smashed the bowl.

"Repaired as before," he said hurriedly, poking at the shards with his wand, and the bowl was assembled again.

The accident clearly made Ron and Hermione aware of Harry and their experiments.

Hermione frantically started searching her book "Carnivorous Plants of the World" to find out how to extract juice from tree sacs.

"Hand that over, Harry." Hermione commanded calmly. "The book says we should pierce with something sharp..."

Harry put the tree sack in the bowl and handed it over. He and Ron both pulled down their goggles and started fighting the tree stump again.

It wasn't like he was really surprised, Harry thought, battling a vine determined to strangle him.

"Caught!" yelled Ron, and just as Hermione managed to break the first sack, Ron pulled the second from the stump, and the bowl was filled with writhing statues. Grey-green worm-like tubers.

For the rest of the class, no one mentions Slug's party.

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