Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Liberate and transform the world?" Tiera said lightly with a smile, "Yes, no..."

"Merely liberating and transforming the world class is not enough." Tiera said with a smile, "The order of the old world still exists, and it will not be long before it will return to the cyclical law of history."

"Dragon slayers turned into dragons, rebels turned into oppressors, and as the original revolutionaries died one by one... the ghosts and monsters regained the upper hand... Principal Dumbledore , you see, like this game of chess—"

"How good is chess now, every pawn, every knight, every king and queen is standing where they should be, non-aggression, neat and tidy, but..." Tiera gripped Live a minion, push forward—

"But once someone takes a step over the Thunder Pond, then the result—" Tiera smiled as she watched the soldier smashed to pieces by Dumbledore's soldier.

"Then the conflict will still happen." Tiera smiled and looked at Dumbledore, "So you see, the conflict will still happen...the war will still happen...the turmoil will still happen. ...in the end...when the chaos becomes unstoppable...it still needs someone special to bring everything back to order... It's like a reincarnation...as long as the rules of the game remain the same...everything will go back to reincarnation..."

"So so these are little problems...I'm going to do more than just fix these little problems...or to be more precise...I don't care about these little problems.. ...." Tierra said, "War is war, famine is famine, and everyone's life is miserable... This is the benefit of becoming a divine dimension..."

"I cast off unnecessary sadness and compassion, and I can see longer-term benefits, longer-term goals."

"What I want to do... is to solve the problem of the rules of the game from the root." Tiera said decisively, stretched out her hand, and flipped over the chessboard on the desk.

All the pieces were scattered, and Langirsu waved again.

The colors on these chess pieces faded, and they all turned into pure white, mixed together, and could no longer be distinguished from each other.

......

Downstairs, in the converted classroom, Horace Slughorn's Christmas ball is still going on, and after Harry tried all the methods, he was finally caught by Horace Slughorn. .

"Aha, Harry!" Horace Slughorn held out his seal-like belly and red, slightly drunk nose, and grabbed Harry who was about to hide in the direction of the bathroom.

"Teach, Professor..." Harry greeted Horace Slughorn with a smile that was uglier than crying, and then began to look around the ball, "Um... ...teach, professor, me, my...my dance partner may be looking for, looking for me...well...I think I should...should to accompany her-"

"Oh, Miss Luna Lovegood?" said Horace Slughorn, smiling, "Ah, yes, I remember I remember her father, Xenophilius Love. Mr. Goode was a quirky young man when he was a student at Hogwarts. After resigning from the newspaper, I thought he might not achieve anything in the future. I didn't expect that he would still usher in the second spring of his career. The Quibbler now outsells the Daily Prophet and is truly the uncrowned king of wizarding news media!"

"Oh... um... yes, yes..." Harry nodded absentmindedly.

"Unfortunately, he seems to be a little busy and declined my invitation, but... I heard that Tiera is also recently discussing with Mr. Lovegood about starting a wizard TV..." Hora Slughorn didn't seem to let Harry off, and started chattering again, "You know what a TV is, right? It's an amazing little thing, invented by Muggles... .. It is said that it can be used without magic. It allows us to see pictures far and far away at home. When I traveled to Europe before, I lived in a Muggle house and used their thing called TV.. ....it's amazing-"

"Professor I know, you forgot, I lived in a Muggle family for a while before I started school." Harry began to get a little impatient, then said eagerly, "It's nice to talk to you, but I'm sorry, I I really have to find a dance partner-"

"Oh, Harry, don't be in such a hurry." Horace Slughorn pulled Harry back, who was about to leave, and said drunkenly, "I just saw Miss Lovegood, he You and Tiera are dancing happily, don't disturb them at this time!"

"What?" Harry asked in surprise. "Tiera danced with Luna?"

"Yeah." Horace Slughorn said, "Come on, go and meet your seniors and seniors. They are all very successful guys in the wizarding world. Trust me, Harry, They're all as talented wizards as you are...talented...you know - just like his mother! Only a tiny fraction of the students I've taught so far Such a talent, Harry, Snape, um...aha! Severus!"

Horace Slughorn gave a sudden cry, and his eyes lit up.

—To Harry's horror, Slughorn opened his arms as if he really saw Snape coming through the thin air.

"Stop hiding, come, come join us, Severus! Let's have a drink, I was just discussing Harry's talent for potions! I'll keep that in mind...  After all, you have taught Harry for five years, and he must have your credit for his achievements now!"

"Hehe..." Snape sneered a few times, his voice came from behind Harry, "The funny thing is, I never taught him anything...or rather I don't think he can remember what I gave him..."

"That's the talent!" Horace Slughorn shouted, UU reading www.uukanshu. com He looked really drunk, his face was flushed to the bottom of his ears, he didn't pay attention to his volume at all, Harry's ears hurt a little bit by Horace Slughorn's voice, "You should see What he brought me, first class, perfect life and death - never seen a student do better on the first try...even you, Severus —"

"laugh-"

Harry swears he'd just discerned a terribly indifferent sneer from the clutter of voices.

"Oh...really?" Snape rhetorically asked indifferently, taking a long note on purpose.

Harry felt that the Christmas ball was getting harder now, and he wanted to leave immediately.

But obviously, Snape is also interested now, and seems to be enjoying this moment that can humiliate Harry, quietly blocking the few paths that Harry can use to slip away.

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