Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Harry took a closer look, and suddenly laughed out loud, swaying these letters on the gold chain:

"To my sweetheart!"

"Nice," said Harry. "Beautiful. You must wear it in front of Fred and George."

"If you tell them," said Ron, pushing the necklace out of sight under the pillow, "I...I...I just..."

"Just stuttering at me?" Harry scoffed. "Come on, how could I say that?"

"How could she think I'd like something like that?" Ron yelled into the air, looking shocked and puzzled.

"Well, think about it..." Harry said. "Have you ever told her you like to go out with a necklace that says 'My Sweetheart' around your neck?"

"Uh...we didn't talk much," Ron said. "We're mostly..."

"Kissing?" Harry said.

"Well, yes," said Ron annoyed, "she kisses so much, I can't stand it!"

"Then maybe she likes you like that," Harry teased. "You know, Lavender likes pets, like putting a leash around a puppy's neck."

Ron:  …

Hearing this, the expression on Ron's face changed from shock to disgust.

"I'm going to break up with this crazy woman sooner or later." Ron flipped through his stockings viciously. Among the gifts Harry received were a sweater with a snitch pattern on the front, knitted by Mrs Weasley, and a large box of Weasley Joke Shop products from the twins.

As everyone sat down at the dinner table to start their Christmas breakfast, everyone was wearing new sweaters, except Fleur Delacour and Mrs. Weasley herself, obviously Mrs. Weasley didn't want to waste a dress. She was sporting a brand new dark blue witcher hat studded with little star-like diamonds and a striking gold necklace.

"Fred and George, give them to me! Aren't they beautiful?" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mom, we're washing our socks now," George said, shaking his hands briskly, "Right, Remus?"

Remus Lupin smiled helplessly.

Sirius also came downstairs, also wearing a sweater.

But I don't know if it was ill-fitting or why, but Sirius was always scratching at his cuffs and neckline, as if the sweater made him feel itchy.

"Good morning, Sirius!" Harry greeted happily.

"Good morning, Harry." Sirius stopped tickling, came over and touched Harry's head, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Excellent," said Harry.

"Hehe." Sirius rubbed Harry's hair happily and happily.

To Harry's surprise, Hermione was the last to appear this morning.

"Good morning, Harry." Hermione greeted Harry vigorously.

"Um...good morning...Hermione..." Harry responded, "You... your dark circles..."

"Ah?" Hermione touched her face, "Oh, it's okay, I drank a little wine last night, but I couldn't sleep."

"Okay, eat breakfast, eat breakfast." Hermione hurriedly sat down and said, "I'm almost starving."

Harry instinctively felt that Hermione was strange, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he had to put aside his doubts and ate breakfast first.

They were very happy in the days after Christmas, except for Hermione, almost everyone was immersed in the atmosphere of Merry Christmas-

Although Voldemort is still at large, to a certain extent, with the existence of Tiera, they only need to worry about whether Tiera will be too centralized or too oppressive in the future.

And with the continuation of Tierra's rule, there has been a lot less crime in the entire magical world.

Christmas spent in this stable atmosphere made everyone feel a lot more happy.

Even Sirius and Mrs. Weasley, who were initially disgusted with Tierra's rule, no longer had any complaints.

But the good times passed quickly after all, and it didn't take long for the sixth grade to start.

That afternoon Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny lined up in front of the kitchen fireplace at Twelve Grimmauld Place to return to Hogwarts.

This time, Tierra did not come to pick them up, but let the Magic Federation specially connect a special "airline" on the Floo network to allow the students to return to school faster and safer.

Only Mrs. Weasley was there to say goodbye to them, for Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Fred and George, Fleur and Bill were all off to work.

Mrs Weasley was in tears as she parted, looking reluctant to end this happy Christmas.

"Stop crying, Mom," said Ginny, patting her back as her mother lay on her shoulders. "nothing…"

"Oh, don't worry about us," Ron comforted, letting his mother give him a hard kiss on the cheek.

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself...don't get in trouble..." Mrs Weasley swallowed harder as she hugged Harry.

"I see, Mrs Weasley," said Harry. "I like a quiet life, you know."

Hearing Harry's assurance, Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes, smiled faintly, and took a step back, "Then, you all have to take care!"

Harry stepped into the green flames and shouted "Hogwarts", his last glance at the Burrow's kitchen and Mrs. Weasley's tear-stained face was immediately wrapped in fire, spinning quickly—

He also glimpsed the furnace doors of other wizards.

Finally, the spin slowed down and he stopped in Professor McGonagall's fireplace.

"Good evening, Potter." McGonagall hardly looked up. "Try not to bring the soot from the stove onto the carpet."

"I'll be careful, Professor," Harry promised.

Harry straightened his glasses, smoothed his hair, and then Ron fell out of the fireplace, followed by Hermione, followed by Ginny.

The three walked out of Professor McGonagall's office to Gryffindor Tower.

Harry saw that the sun was setting outside the window, UU reading www.uukanshu. com From a distance he could see Hagrid feeding Buckbeak.

"Harlequin's cane," Ron exclaimed confidently when they reached the Fat Lady's portrait.

"No!" The Fat Lady rejected him.

"What do you mean by 'no'?" Ron asked suspiciously.

"New password," she said, "and don't be so loud."

"We've been gone for a while, how do we know—"

"The new password is 'taboo hobby'" Tiera's voice suddenly appeared, but Harry looked around a lot and didn't see Tiera.

"Very good." The fat lady seemed to have become accustomed to only hearing her voice and not seeing anyone, and moved forward, revealing the portrait hole.

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