Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Welcome to the two warriors!"

All the little wizards gathered in the Gryffindor common room cheered almost simultaneously as Tiera and Harry entered the Gryffindor lounge.

Lee Jordan set off some laborious fireworks, and many stars and sparks flickered in the air.

Dean Thomas, who is good at painting, has put up several striking new banners, most of which feature Harry punching down the Hungarian Tree Peaks Dragon.

And one of the biggest banners is a huge meteorite——

and the little Tiera below.

Tiera smiled and joined Harry in the celebration.

Harry seemed starving, grabbed a piece of cake and started eating--

It's no wonder that since Harry learned that he was selected as the warrior of the Triwizard Tournament, he has been thinking about food every day, for fear that he will die in the project.

Now relaxed, Harry suddenly felt hungry and devoured it.

Tiera also picked up a piece of cake and ate it slowly.

"My God, it's quite heavy." Li Jordan said while holding the golden eggs that Harry and Tiera had placed on the table, one in each hand, and weighing them.

"Open it, Harry! Let's see what's inside!" George and Fred said hastily.

"He should unravel the clues..." Hermione said hastily. "The rules of the Tournament stipulate—uh—"

Before Hermione could finish speaking, Tiera took Hermione and stood a little further away, and then cast a spell of "close earplugs" for herself and Hermione.

Why?

The doubt flashed in Hermione's eyes.

[You can tell by looking at it. 】

Tiera's voice suddenly appeared in Hermione's mind.

"Quick! Quick! Quick, Harry, turn it on!" The other Gryffindors responded.

Lee Jordan handed the golden egg to Harry, who used his fingernails to dig into the grooves in the golden egg and pry it open.

It's empty, there's nothing in it—

But the moment Harry opened it, a terrifying, shrill scream filled the room.

Even Tiera Hermione, who had been affected by the "Listen with earplugs closed" spell, could vaguely feel something like spikes irritating her eardrums.

Harry had only heard a similar noise at the nearly headless Nick's death party before, the noise of the Ghosts playing with musical saws.

"Shut it! Shut it!" Fred yelled, covering his ears with his hands.

Harry slammed the golden egg shut.

"That, that is, what is that?" Seamus Finnigan asked, staring at the golden egg. "It sounds like a female ghost... Harry, you might have to pass a female ghost next time!"

"Looks like someone is being tortured!" said Neville--

His face was pale, and he threw the sausage meat all over the floor, "What you have to deal with is the Gouging Bone Curse!"

"Don't be silly, Neville, it's not legal," retorted George. "They can't chant Cruciatus on Warriors. I think it sounds a bit like Percy singing... Maybe you're going to be on him. Go and attack him in the shower, Harry."

After Harry closed the golden egg, Tiera tapped her own ears and Hermione's.

Their hearing gradually returned.

"What is that?" Hermione asked.

"The song of a mermaid," Tiera said.

"Mermaid singing?" Hermione asked in confusion.

"Oh, I'm wrong, sorry, that's the mermaid's song." Tiera explained, "The second event of our competition is to get back a touch of our precious treasure from the mermaid living in the Black Lake, there is only one hours."

"How did you know?" Hermione asked.

Tiera didn't answer, but smiled and scratched her right eye.

"Oh, okay, but I didn't ask." Hermione rolled her eyes helplessly, "It's really convenient to be a prophet."

"Hey, Hermione! Hey! And Tierra! Our warrior! This is what I prepared for you!" At this time George and Fred came over, holding a plate in both hands, on which was a The spherical cake looks like a meteorite——

"Try it!" George and Fred winked and said, "This is for you! To celebrate our Tierra summoned a meteor in today's game!"

"I don't know if you noticed Dumbledore's expression at the time, but it was absolutely amazing!" said George Fred.

"This cake..." Hermione looked suspiciously at the plate he handed over.

"Hey..." Fred grinned.

"Don't worry," he said. "I didn't do anything to them. You need to watch out for the custard biscuits—"

Neville had just taken a bite of the custard cookie when he choked and spat out the cookie.

George and Fred laughed.

"I was just kidding, Neville..."

Hermione watched Tiera cut the cake with her wand, then asked, "You guys brought these from the kitchen, Fred?"

"Yeah," Fred said, grinning at her.

He made a high-pitched voice, imitating the house-elves: "'We can prepare everything for you, sir, anything!' They were so kind...as soon as I said I was a little hungry, they would Roast me a cow."

"How did you get in?" Hermione asked in a casual, casual tone.

"Convenient," said Fred. "There's a door hidden behind the picture of a bowl of fruit. Just give the pear a little scratch and it'll giggle and—"

George nudged Fred, who immediately stopped and looked at her vigilantly, "What's the matter?"

"It's nothing." Hermione said calmly, then took the cake that Tiera handed her and took a silent bite.

Even if Tiera didn't need to "spy on" magic, she could know that some kind of strange emotion was surging in Hermione's heart.

After eating a few bites of the cake that Tiera handed over, Hermione took a deep breath.

"This is exploitation, isn't it?" Hermione asked, "It's supposed to be time for the house-elves to rest after a busy day, but just because of some of our unimportant entertainment needs, they have to get up again, and then Work."

"Yes, exploitation is everywhere." Tiera said ~www.wuxiamtl.com~ and we generally have a professional term for this situation, called 996"

"You should have known this long ago," Tiera said.

"No, there are some things I don't know." Hermione said sympathetically, "Sometimes, intellectual exploitation is far more terrifying than physical exploitation."

"How?" Tiera asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Those house-elves are obviously being exploited, but instead they speak for those who exploit them, and instead see this exploitation system as a blessing." Hermione said, and then looked firmly at Tiera, "Thank you for mentioning Thank you, Yella, for making me realize how shallow and stupid I was before."

"It's not enough to liberate the bodies of house-elves. After we defeat the capital chaebols, we also need to liberate their minds," Hermione said, then stood beside Tiera and looked at the cheering in the Gryffindor common room. "We should liberate the minds of all people, not just house-elves, but those old, feudal thoughts that exist in the minds of wizards."

Tierra:  …

This Hermione's consciousness is so high a million point...