Harry Potter and the Old Ones

When Tiera returned to the Gryffindor common room, the Gryffindor crowd had dispersed.

Tiera tiptoed back to her bedroom.

There was nothing in his hand except the packaged food—

After asking the house elf for food, Tiera asked the house elf to help him take the old suitcase that Malfoy gave him back to the dormitory.

"Hey, Tiera!" Tiera said after seeing Harry, picking up the food box in her hand, "I didn't see you during the banquet just now, you must be hungry."

"Oh...Tiella...well, Ron and I have already eaten." Harry said a little embarrassedly.

"That's great." Tiera put down the lunch box in her hand carelessly—

Anyway, he didn't really want to get food for Harry, he just wanted to find an excuse to go to the basement.

Due to today's thrilling speed ride, Harry was very tired, and he had no interest in chatting with Tierra. After saying good night to each other, they went to bed separately.

The next day they started class—

It was supposed to be something to look forward to, but Harry and Ron were on pins and needles at breakfast.

Through brief eye contact, Tiera knew that Harry was worried about the imminent confinement punishment, and Ron was worried about his mother's censure against him.

When Harry took his first mouthful of porridge, he heard a commotion above his head.

Hundreds of owls swarmed in and circled the auditorium, dropping letters and packages into the conversing crowd.

A big bulging package fell on Neville's head, followed by another big gray guy who fell into Hermione's jug.

Suddenly, milk and feathers splashed.

"They really need to improve the way owls throw couriers." Tiera quickly lifted up her textbook lying on the table—

But Tom Riddle's diary, which was placed under the textbook, was not so lucky, and was splashed with milky white liquid.

"Erol!" Ron was not in the mood to listen to Tiera's babble at all, and pulled the wet owl out with his claws.

Errol collapsed on the table, his legs stretched out in the air, and a wet red envelope was still in his mouth.

"Oh, no!" Ron exclaimed.

"It's okay, it's still alive." Hermione comforted, poking Errol lightly with her wand.

"No! It's that one." Ron pointed to the red envelope.

"What's the matter?" Harry asked.

"She... Mom sent me a roaring letter." Ron said desperately.

"You'd better open it," Neville whispered. "It's worse if you don't. Grandma sent it to me once, and I ignored it, and then—" He took a breath and seemed to remember some unpleasant memory." That was horrible."

"What is a roar letter?" Harry asked.

But Ron's attention was all on the letter, and the corners of the envelope were already smoking.

"Open up," urged Neville, "only a few minutes..."

Ron stretched out his trembling hand, carefully took the envelope out of Errol's mouth, and tore it open.

Neville plugs his ears with his fingers—

At first everyone thought it was an explosion, and the loud noise filled the entire auditorium, shaking the dust off the ceiling.

"Ron Weasley! You make me sick! I wouldn't be surprised if they fired you for stealing a car, see how I deal with you. You probably didn't even think about it, I How did you and your dad feel when you found out the car was gone!"

It was Mrs. Weasley's cry, a hundred times longer than usual, that rattled the plates and spoons on the table, and the echoes from the four stone walls were deafening. The whole auditorium turned to see who had received the roaring letter, and Ron slumped in his chair, all he could see was a red forehead.

"I received a letter from Dumbledore last night. Your father was almost mad at you! We worked so hard to pull you up. I didn't expect you to do such a thing. You and Harry almost lost their lives!"

"...It's so annoying. Your father will be censored in the unit. It's all your fault. If you don't follow the rules again, we'll bring you back immediately!"

The roar stopped, and there was still a buzzing in his ears. The red envelope, which had fallen from Ron's hands, burned and curled into ashes. Harry and Ron sat blankly as if they had just been washed by the tide. A few people laughed, and the voices gradually sounded again.

Hermione closed "Vampires" and looked down at Ron's head.

"Well, do you expect anything else, Ron, to know that you—"

"Don't tell me I deserve it," said Ron angrily.

"Don't worry about Ron." Tiye stretched his hand and patted Ron's back. "Do you know what makes Mrs. Weasley feel better?"

"What?" Ron asked.

"This..." Tiera took out a piece of paper full of words from her wizard's robe, and quietly placed it in front of Ron—

"What's this?" Ron asked, then picked it up to take a look--

"Notes!?" Ron exclaimed.

"Let me see!" Hermione snatched the paper from Ron's hand~www.wuxiamtl.com~Tiera! The little witch Hermione shouted suddenly, making Tiera think who had opened another roaring letter, "Didn't I send this to you?" "

"Why did you show it to Ron?" Hermione asked aggressively.

"I think if Ron can get the first place in this year's final exam..." Tiera thought about it and changed his mind, "If he can get the top ten... Maybe Mrs. Weasley can forgive him."

"Good idea, Tiera!" Ron cheered, but suddenly, like a deflated ball, "I'll never be in the top ten in the grade—"

"Believe in yourself, Ron," Tiera said.

"Let's do it like this, Hermione." Tiera said treacherously, "Why don't we have a match."

"Competition?" Hermione asked suspiciously.

"I tutor him in black magic and potions, you tutor him in charms and transfiguration, and see who we can help Ron get to the top ten in the end—" Tiera said with a smile, "who can Let Ron take the top spot and whoever wins - the winner can make any unreasonable demands on the loser, how about that?"

Through the previous eye contact, Tiera knew that Hermione still had a bit of a heart for him—

But that's right, how could it be so easy to let go of a young girl's first (second dark) love.

In order to prevent Hermione from pestering him endlessly this semester, and at the same time to tie the attention of the deducting trio to their studies, Tiera had to use the competitive spirit of the children to set up such a game.

As for what if Hermione won—

Please, as far as Ron's broken wand is concerned, his ability to pass the spells class and Transfiguration class this semester is all due to the love between teachers and students—

Still want to get the top ten?

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