Harry Potter and the Old Ones

A few days after waking up from his slumber, Harry began to wander aimlessly day after day on the Circle Train again—

That's not accurate.

Harry knew exactly what his purpose was, he knew exactly why he was repeating this boring behavior day after day.

But he was unwilling to admit that he was unwilling to face the fact that he was avoiding Tiera.

Harry didn't want to be at Twelve Grimmauld Place, the home he and Sirius had been looking forward to for so long.

There, at Twelve Grimmauld Place, Harry could hear about Tierra almost all the time—

From the newspapers delivered every day, from the magic radio that Mr. Weasley kept in the kitchen, and from the undisguised conversations of grown-ups.

Yes, now Harry doesn't even need the bugging devices of George and Fred Weasley to hear Sirius, Moody, Lupin, and other members of the Order of the Phoenix who occasionally come to Twelve Grimmauld Place about Tierra's rhetoric.

Their quarrels about Tierra would ring on time at breakfast, lunch, and dinner—

When they got together to prepare food, or clear the dishes, the conversation would always be led easily to Tiera by messages from newspapers and radios, and then the volume gradually increased because of their disagreement.

These squabbles would soon reach Harry's ears through the thick floors and walls of the Black family home.

At this point, Harry knew it was time to go downstairs for breakfast, lunch or dinner.

But every time Harry came down the stairs and appeared at the door of the kitchen, the discussions and arguments stopped abruptly and everyone greeted Harry as if nothing had happened.

"Tiera can't be trusted!" This is what Sirius said Harry overheard. For some reason, Sirius seemed to have some kind of extremely powerful hostility towards Tiera.

"He must have some huge conspiracy." Sirius added, "That kid definitely won't be so simple to revive the magic world or something."

"Oh, come on, Sirius." This was Mrs. Weasley's voice. "Don't forget, he reopened your case and cleared you."

"If that doesn't explain the problem, I don't know what else is," Mrs Weasley said.

Although it was summer vacation, this kind woman seemed to see Harry's inner entanglement and extremely low mood, so since the inauguration that day, she often brought several Weasley children to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix Visiting the door seems to want to comfort Harry in this way, or let Harry feel the warmth of the family.

Hermione would also come to the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix from time to time, carefully talking to Harry about the anecdotes of the Muggle world, as if to make Harry happy--

Hermione didn't dare to say anything related to the magic world, because now almost everything related to the magic world involved Tiera more or less.

"Speaking of our summer vacation, we are finally safe... Have you ever wanted to travel to other places?" Hermione came again today, so Harry didn't take the subway to wander aimlessly in London, but Stayed in his big hut facing the street, chatting with Hermione and Ron.

"I mean we can go abroad and have fun, Muggle-style travel," Hermione added. "I went to France with my parents before and it was really fun."

"That's a good idea!" said Ron immediately. "Where are we going?"

"Well... I haven't made up my mind yet." Hermione asked when Harry didn't speak, "Where do you want to play, Harry?"

"Huh? Me?" Harry seemed a little absent-minded. "I… go anywhere."

"Then we have to decide as soon as possible." Ron said half-jokingly, "I have to get out of here before my .ls results come out, I don't dare to wait for my mother to get my .ls report card. within a radius of five hundred miles."

".ls!?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, "I remember saying that the .ls transcript will be sent to us within a month."

"Is it today?" Hermione looked up at the calendar in Harry's holiday, her face suddenly changed--

"It seems like today, isn't it?" Hermione asked expectantly and excitedly, "I remember we finished our last .ls exam this time last month."

"What?" Ron's voice became distorted and broken for fear. "It's today—"

"Ow—"

Ron's words were quickly interrupted by a strange bird chirping—

Harry and Hermione looked over to the sound of birdsong—

I saw that in the dim dusk outside the window, the three black spots were gradually growing from far to near.

"That's definitely an owl!" Ron said hoarsely, jumping up like a fire on his butt, then leaning against the window and looking out.

"There are... there are three." Harry said, standing on the other side of Hermione, and there was an uncontrollable tension in his voice.

Although Harry was feeling irritated about Tiera now, in the end, he was still a student.

As long as you are a student, it is impossible not to be nervous about grades.

"One of us," Hermione whispered in a voice of nervous anticipation, "oh, no, oh no, oh no..."

She was holding Harry and Ron's arms tightly, from left to right, and if Harry and Ron were not wearing long sleeves at this time, they both suspected that Hermione might have been digging her fingernails into their flesh.

The owls headed straight for Twelve Grimmauld Place... To be precise, three owls flew towards Harry's room window, and the three beautiful tawny owls became more and more visible on the way to the house. clear.

A square envelope was tied to each leg.

"Oh, no!" Hermione whispered bitterly. "What? What? What? What if I fail? What if I—"

"Oh come on, shut up." Ron rolled his eyes impatiently, "Anyone can fail, but you can't."

Saying that Harry and Ron opened the window together -

One~www.wuxiamtl.com~ Two, three, the owls came through the window and stopped in a straight line on the table in Harry's room.

They raised their right feet at the same time—

Like the Pope waiting for the believers to kiss their toes.

Harry walked forward with difficulty, and the letter to him was tied to the owl in the middle.

He fumbled awkwardly to untie the rope, and to his left, Ron was trying to unravel his score.

On the right, Hermione trembled so much that her owl trembled with it.

Finally, in a flurry of fuss, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all unfastened the letter tied to the owl's leg, and Harry tore open the envelope—

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