Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Really! Really! Harry is really one of the few students I've ever seen with this kind of talent, it's the perfect combination of Lily and James... Of course, not as bad as James. Oh yes, Harry, remind me what other classes you took, Harry?" Horace Slughorn asked drunkenly.

"Dark magic lessons, Charms, Transfiguration, Herbology—" Harry replied quietly.

"All courses are required for Aurors." Snape interrupted with a contemptuous laugh, then smiled nonchalantly.

"Yes, that's right, that's my wish." Harry said not to be outdone.

"I believe in you, Harry, you will be a great Auror!" exclaimed Horace Slughorn, then raised his goblet and shouted around him—

"Come on, ladies and gentlemen, let's toast Harry Potter to our future great Auror!"

"Harry!"

Apparently, everyone still gave Horace Slughorn and Harry face, and they all raised their glasses happily and expressed their blessings to Harry, and Harry——

Then he took the opportunity to slip away from Horace Slughorn.

His face was flushed, as if embarrassed.

Harry bent over and lowered his head, slipped out a dozen paces before stopping, stood up slowly, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I don't think you should be an Auror..." An ethereal, airy voice suddenly emerged from behind Harry, "Aurors are part of a conspiracy, I thought everyone knew... They plan to use a combination of black magic and guns to bring down the Ministry of Magic."

"Ah! Luna!" Harry was obviously taken aback by the sudden appearance of Luna, "You...you're here...you...you just, just now Where have you been?"

Harry patted his chest and let out a breath.

"I just met Tiera and Hermione." Luna said lightly, "Tiera... um... Tierra invited us to a dance... ...now Tiera and Hermione seem to be going to get something to eat...if I knew you were coming I should have asked them to help get some more dragon root burritos... .that one smells a little weird, but seriously, it tastes so good, you must try it..."

"Ah, oh, yes, um... thank you Luna," said Harry, "um... Lou, Luna, you still want, um... still want to Go on...I mean do you still want to stay at the dance? I, I'm a little sleepy and want to go back early."

"Are you going to bed?" Luna asked innocently.

"Um...yes..." Harry wondered, "otherwise what am I going to do?"

"Oh... ok." Luna smiled lightly, "Well then, I want to stay here for a while."

"Are you all right?" Harry asked embarrassedly. He felt that he was extremely incompetent, and he pulled Luna in as a shield inexplicably, and then inexplicably left her and left her in the middle of the ball.

"It's okay, you didn't really want to dance with me when you invited me to the dance anyway." Luna smiled obediently, "With Tiera and Hermione with me, I had a great time at the dance tonight. ."

"Ah...play, just have fun, just have fun..." Harry said a little embarrassedly, "Well, then I'll go first, goodbye Luna."

"Um...bye, Harry." Luna waved goodbye at Harry, "don't go to bed too early tonight, I smell scary bugs on your clothes, you Go to bed late and starve Jing Jing, or you will have nightmares at night."

"Uh... thanks, thank you Luna." Harry didn't know what a shocker was, but it was definitely okay to say thank you.

Harry bypassed the laughing, socializing, dancing and drinking crowd, turned to the exit of the classroom, then dodged out of the classroom full of laughter, stepped up the stairs, and walked towards his dormitory.

......

Dreamland, Lengyuan.

The journey from the cave in the New Kush Mountains on the border of Afghanistan to the real world to the dreamland is dangerous, but it is nothing to a master of black magic like Voldemort, and even Voldemort has found a long-lost, excited feeling.

Voldemort felt as if he had returned to his younger days, when he had just graduated from Hogwarts, and in search of strength and power, he had turned down Professor Horace Slughorn's offer to offer him a Ministry position, leaving him alone. Embark on a journey to Europe and the Americas.

In the process of traveling, he saw many novel things, which greatly increased his knowledge and enhanced his strength.

Now, Voldemort felt as if he had embarked on another wonderful journey.

Even though he knew that he hadn't even entered the entrance door for this journey, Voldemort was shocked by the highly poisonous cold spiders and the demon-like Lengyuan residents he encountered in the rugged cave.

Especially when the emotionless and bright eyes of the Lengyuan residents stared at him, Voldemort only felt that his brain was hit by something, which made him feel both creepy and excited, so Voldemort——

Kill them all, then pack the bodies away for research.

For Voldemort, the biggest obstacle to entering the dreamland from the real world is not the dangerous creatures in it, but the inability to find an accurate geographic location.

The files he got from the Ministry of Magic only named the area where the entrance was located, somewhere between 1,800 and 3,300 meters above sea level on the southeastern **** of the New Kush, a cave full of withered ivy.

So before finding the real entrance, Voldemort had to drill through several cul-de-sac caves.

Then I found the real entrance based on a series of abrupt footprints~www.NovelMTL.com~ Of course, this vague information was specially set up by Tierra.

After all, Tiera had been to the Illusory Dreamland, and even came out of the Illusory Dreamland's exit. Even if he hadn't become a **** at that time, he could still easily mark any place he had been with the space authority he mastered.

But he left a vague document in order to control Voldemort's entry... or in other words, to control Voldemort's progress in obtaining Sky Gold, Flowing Silver, and Pillar Copper.

Tierra didn't want Voldemort to get away from the search for gold in the sky, silver in flow, and copper in pillars too quickly. The previous layout was too hasty, and he left a lot of hands behind, just to take advantage of this time to clean up. a bit.

And... in order for Voldemort to use the anchor point more successfully to return from the divine dimension, as Horace Slughorn had heard, he was going to start with Xenophilius Lovegood a TV station.

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