Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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December brought more snow and an avalanche of homework for fifth graders.

As Christmas approached, Ron and Hermione's prefects were getting heavier and heavier. They were in charge of overseeing the decoration of the castle and watching the first and second graders who stayed indoors between classes because of the cold and rainy weather.

"They're so thick-skinned, we definitely weren't that presumptuous when we were in first grade," Ron complained bitterly.

"Yeah, you guys are more presumptuous than them." Tiera's voice floated from somewhere, "After all, no one dared to enter a room that Dumbledore had forbidden to enter directly when he was in first grade."

In addition to this, Ron and Hermione have to patrol the corridors in shifts with Argus Filch, as Filch suspects that fights may increase during the festival.

However, they are busy and busy, but in Tiera's view, everything is developing in a good direction. Tiera has also completed a paragraph on the training of Dumbledore's Army, basic theoretical knowledge, magic three-dimensional theory And some math skills have been taught, and those with high talent, like Hermione, Harry, and Weasley twins, have already understood and mastered them. Basically, they can draw inferences from one thing, and make some magic configurations according to their own situation. Made minor changes to allow myself to use these spells faster and stronger.

Although Hagrid was back, Tiera and Dumbledore, in the spirit of humanitarianism, agreed to continue teaching the class on the protection of magical creatures by Newt Scamander, asking Hagrid to suspend teaching and take care of himself first brother again.

After all, although the Giant Tribe is nothing, both Dumbledore and Tierra can easily single out a group, but if the Giant Tribe is indulged in the Death Eaters, it will cause great harm to the middle and lower ranks of the Order of the Phoenix. trouble.

The same goes for the old spider king in the Forbidden Forest.

Tiera is also thinking about when she will be free and go to the Forbidden Forest to discuss and discuss the matter of prolonging the old spider's life.

The Tarot Secret Society established in Slytherin with Hathaway Romanov as the core has also begun to bear fruit. With Hathaway Romanoff's beautiful appearance and superb charm, most of the four Slytherin students above grade already do Hathaway Romanoff's orders.

Tiera took the opportunity to suggest that Hathaway Romanov make good use of these resources, and let those Slytherins who have money contribute money and make strong contributions to hold a few preliminaries for Hathaway Romanov before becoming a god.

With Christmas just a week away, they finally got all their homework done and started discussing arrangements for the Christmas break.

Harry used to spend Christmas at Hogwarts in the past, but this Christmas Harry couldn't wait to leave Hogwarts immediately—

He didn't want to see Umbridge's ugly face again even once.

This Christmas, Hermione was going skiing abroad with her parents, and Ron returned to the Burrow as always.

Harry originally thought that Tiera could accompany him, but he just learned that Tiera was going back to **** to deal with something—

According to Tiera, he seems to have a sphere of influence in hell. He has been out for too long. If he doesn't go back and take a look, the little demons under his hands may return to rebellion.

Of course, Tiera just moved to live in Slytherin's secret room, because now that Dumbledore is back, it is naturally his old man who lives in the headmaster's office.

And according to Dumbledore, in addition to Nick Lemay, the 600-year-old alchemist, this Christmas, there will be three or five other old wizards over 100 years old going to Hogwarts to celebrate Christmas together.

Dumbledore could introduce them by the way, Salazar Slytherin, the original owner of Hogwarts Castle, and Tierra, the youngest god-man in history—

It sounds like the grandfathers in the family are introducing the first junior in the village to the university with their peers.

In the tense atmosphere of the approaching Christmas, Arthur Weasley finally had an accident—

Harry's thoughts and the serpent Nagini's thoughts came together, and he saw Ron, this year, the father of George and Fred, Arthur Weasley, being attacked by the serpent Nagini.

About five days before Christmas, Tiera was playing wizarding cards with Dumbledore in the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore's card skills and Leyaka's stock far surpassed Harry and Ron, and killing Tierra greatly increased the pressure.

I don't know where Dumbledore came from. He used a pair of black magic guide decks, plus real red-eyed black dragon, plus real red-eye fusion, and super magic dragon knight, real red-eyed dragoon.

Tierra:…

This bad old man is very bad.

Just when Tiera and Dumbledore decided to go to sleep after one last fight—

"Albus." Armando Dippet screamed: "McG and Potter are out there, they're looking for you, the stupid rock won't let them come... Potter is still yelling, saying... He saw Arthur Weasley being attacked!"

"Attack?" Dumbledore asked with a red-eye fusion in confusion, "Which Death Eater?"

"It's Voldemort himself." Tiera consciously helped Dumbledore put away the cards, "There is a chance to continue this game later, because Voldemort wanted to get Professor Trelawney's prophecy ball, so he attacked the widow at night... oh No, no, night attack on the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic, and it happened that Mr. Weasley was on duty, so Voldemort happened."

"I'll avoid it," Tiera said after helping Dumbledore clean up his deck.

After all, he is dead now, and it is not easy to appear in front of everyone alive.

"Amando, please tell Minerva that the password is 'cockroach ball'." After seeing Tiera disappear, Dumbledore instructed to the portrait of Headmaster Armando Dippet.

…

"Cockroach balls," shouted Professor McGonagall.

The stone beast came alive and jumped to the side, and the wall behind it split in half, revealing a section of rising stone stairs, like a spiral escalator.

The three stepped up the stairs, the wall snapping behind them.

They ascended in small circles to the gleaming oak door with its brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

Although it was already past midnight, there were voices in the room, rambling, as if Dumbledore was entertaining at least a dozen people.

Professor McGonagall knocked the animal knocker three times, and his voice stopped abruptly, as if it had been turned off.

The door opened automatically, and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron inside.

It was half-light and half-dark, and the odd silver instruments on the table sat silently, instead of buzzing and spitting smoke as they always did.

Behind the door, there were swan-like heads, golden and red feathers, and large, beautiful birds dozing on their perches, their heads hidden under their wings.

The portraits of previous headmasters on the wall seemed to wake up, looking through the frame to McGonagall, Harry and Ron.

Dumbledore sat in the high-back chair behind his desk, leaning over the candlelight to read the papers. He looked refreshed in a purple-backed wizard's robes inlaid with gold, his piercing blue eyes fixed on Harry.

"Professor Dumbledore, Potter just had a...well...a nightmare," said Professor McGonagall. "He said..."

"Not a nightmare," Harry interrupted impatiently.

Professor McGonagall looked back at Harry, frowning slightly, not knowing how to explain.

"I know." Dumbledore said calmly, "Arthur Weasley was attacked by Voldemort, and I have asked Armungo to go to his statue to inform the news. Arthur Weasley is in the Department of Mysteries of the Ministry of Magic. attacked."

"I was talking to the former principals about this just before you came in."

"Professor Dumbledore, you... how..." This time it was Harry's turn to be startled.

"Someone helped me make a small prophecy." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he quickly looked at Professor McGonagall:

"Minerva, I need you to wake up the rest of the Weasleys, and let the Weasleys go home, right now, to use the door key."

"Of course." Professor McGonagall nodded.

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