Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Oh...ah...yes..." Harry scratched his head, "your observation is really sharp..."

After speaking, Harry froze for a moment, then looked at Hermione and laughed.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry Harry." Hermione smiled and smiled, grinning and wiping, "We're so familiar with each other, sometimes I even forget you're a boy."

"I sometimes forget you're a girl." Harry laughed as well.

"You'd like to invite me to Horace's Christmas dinner, so that's a good idea for those girls to drug you, right?" Hermione asked.

"Yeah," said Harry, scratching his head. "Those girls... are really annoying."

"So, go and invite a girl to accompany you to Horace Slughorn's Christmas dinner." Hermione urged, "And you can't invite just one, they're all staring at you, everyone I think you are the savior!"

Harry and Hermione enjoyed the pleasure of speaking normally again as they walked down the empty, lighted hallway to the common room.

"But I'm the savior." Harry said cheerfully.

"Wow—" Hermione's scrap paper slapped Harry's head relentlessly.

"Um... well... I, I'll find a good one..." Harry smiled shyly, "I'll find a cool girl."

"Harlequin's cane," Harry said to the Fat Lady when they finally reached the door of the Gryffindor common room, the latest holiday password.

"So do you," said the fat lady, with a mischievous grin, and the portrait slid forward to let them pass.

"Hi, Harry," said Romilda as soon as Harry came in through the portrait hole. "Would you like to try Jasmine Bobo? It's delicious."

With that said, Romilda handed Harry a frothy pink drink.

Hermione gave him a "What did I tell you?" look over his shoulder.

"No, thanks," Harry replied quickly. "I don't like it very much."

"Take these anyway." She shoved Harry a box. "Chocolate candy with Fire Whiskey in it. My grandfather sent it to me. I don't like it."

"Oh, well, thanks a lot," said Harry, who couldn't think of anything else to say. "Er—just—I came with—"

Before he could finish speaking, Harry hurried behind Hermione.

Then, following Hermione's disguise, she returned to her bedroom from the spiral staircase.

Harry felt extremely tired, and he fell asleep almost as soon as he returned to the dormitory, UU reading www.uukanshu. comIn a dream, Harry seems to have come to a strange place...

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Following the re-established internal archives of the Ministry of Mysteries by the Federation of Magic, Voldemort found a lacquered black hole leading to the Dreamland in Afghanistan, on the New Kush Mountains.

It was a small rock cave that could only allow one person to pass through. The cold wind blew out from an unknown place deep inside the cave, and it blew Voldemort's Dove-like wizard robes like water waves.

"Hmph..." Voldemort laughed coldly, then lifted his legs and walked into the dark and deep hole.

Since he re-refined a Horcrux and made a ladder with his own Horcrux, the pressure on Voldemort suddenly lightened—

"Hmph, a kid is a kid after all. He only knows how to use violence to coerce others." Voldemort said contemptuously, "He doesn't even know that the entire European Ministry of Magic, including the British Ministry of Magic, has been infiltrated into a sieve by me."

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