Harry Potter and the Old Ones

In the end, Dumbledore still didn't say anything about Tiera, but returned to Hogwarts with Tiera and Slytherin in silence.

After all, even though Dumbledore lived in vain, in terms of magical cultivation, accumulation of magical theories, conspiracy and tricks, and arrangement of formations, Tiera couldn't keep up.

But if you talk about debate, I'm sorry, you are a person who has never even attended a serious university, even ideological and moral, not even modern history, not even Ma Zhe, not even Mao Gai, not even the dialectics of nature. It's true--

Anyway, I'm not trying to convince you, it's enough to say that you are speechless.

After returning to Hogwar, Slytherin left the headmaster's office after just a few words of exchange, leaving only Dumbledore and Tiera.

"What? Do you have anything else to do?" Dumbledore asked strangely.

Tiera didn't leave with Slytherin, didn't even mean to leave, but sat opposite Dumbledore's desk, beckoning in the air, and a pot of black tea.

"The Story of Bedouin the Poet" Tiye stretched his hand and said with a smile.

"About this." Dumbledore said calmly, "I still maintain my original point of view. Compared with your resurrection experiment, I think now... I mean this semester, Harry should rest first."

"But the Dark Lord won't rest."

"With you here, don't we want the Dark Lord to rest whenever we want him to rest?" Dumbledore asked back with a smile, "If you really want to do something to Harry in my name , I will clarify."

"Haha..." Tiera laughed dryly, "Okay, okay."

Tiera smiled and shrugged.

"Then I won't disturb you." Tiera said with a smile, getting up and preparing to leave, "Mr. Principal should also pay attention to rest, although I just removed the curse from your body, but due to the difference between the curse and your vitality The connection is too deep, and I have to take a little more of your vitality... So I suggest you take more rest, or ask Mr. Lemay for a little more elixir."

"Don't worry, I will." Dumbledore also responded with a smile and said indifferently, "I hope you remember that I am a principal first, I am responsible for my students, and I will have the power you want. Here you go, but Harry has been through so much lately, I really think he should take a break."

Tiera smiled, then said, "Trust me, Professor Dumbledore, Harry can't rest at all... To be precise... Neither Voldemort nor the Ministry of Magic will let Harry rest."

……

Meanwhile, at Twelve Grimmauld Place, Harry was bored looking out at the street through the dingy, shabby windows of the Blakes' ancestral home.

As the holiday draws to a close, Harry finds himself really missing Hogwarts more and more every day.

He couldn't wait to see Hagrid, to play Quidditch, or even to walk across the vegetable patch to the greenhouse for herbal lessons.

It was such a pleasure to leave this filthy, putrid old house, where half of the cupboards were locked tightly, and Kreacher always hid in the shadows and cursed viciously as you passed, but Harry had to keep an eye out Where Sirius could hear these complaints.

In fact, living in the anti-Voldemort headquarters was not at all as fun and exciting as Harry had thought. Although members of the Order of the Phoenix come and go regularly, sometimes staying to eat, sometimes only for a few minutes to whisper a few words, Mrs Weasley made sure that Harry and the others were not listening, whether with human or telescopic ears. to any message.

No one thought Harry needed to know more than what he had heard the night before, not even Sirius.

On the last day of the holiday, Harry was cleaning the dung of Hedwig on the top of the closet when Ron walked into the bedroom with two envelopes.

"The bibliography is here." He said, throwing an envelope to Harry who was standing on the chair, "It should be here too, I thought they forgot, it came earlier in previous years??"

Harry swept the last bit of feces into a trash bag, then threw the bag over Ron's head into the wastepaper basket in the corner. The wastebasket swallowed the garbage bag and burped loudly. Harry then opened his letter and contained two pieces of parchment: one reminding him of the usual September 1 start, and the other telling him what books he would need for the next school year.

"There are only two new books," he said, reading the list. "Standard Spells, Level 5, by Miranda Gorshak... and Defense Theory of Magic, by Wilbert Slinka."

"—Pop!" Fred and George apparated and suddenly appeared beside Harry. He was now accustomed to their routine, and would no longer be frightened to fall off his chair.

"We're wondering who ordered Slinka's book," Fred said gently.

"Because this means that the new teacher for the Defense Against the Dark Arts class has finally been determined." George said.

"What does that mean?" Harry asked as he jumped down and landed next to them. "What do you mean it's finally settled?"

"Oh yes, we overheard Mom and Dad's conversation with telescopic ears a few weeks ago," Fred told Harry. Gwarz is implementing education reform, so he submitted a large list of education reform measures a few weeks ago."

"Well...I know this, didn't I tell you..." Harry said, "I was there at the time, Dumbledore then submitted his education reform plan to Wizengamore after my trial~www .NovelMTL.com~ No, not that time." George said, "After that, Dumbledore went to the Ministry of Magic again and submitted a more detailed and more complex education reform plan... We didn't listen to the rest. too clear..."

"I only know that the Ministry of Magic neither agreed nor opposed, but decided to send an investigator to investigate the specific situation of Hogwarts before making a decision." Fred said, "I guess Dumbledore took the opportunity to put the defense against the dark arts. The hot potato was thrown to the Ministry of Magic."

After speaking, George and Fred laughed wickedly at the same time.

"One was fired, one died, one had his memory erased, and one was locked in a box for nine months." Harry counted one by one with his fingers crossed, and then laughed equally wickedly. "Haha, Dumbledore is very scheming."

……

Hogwarts, Headmaster's Office.

Dumbledore was rubbing his temples with a headache.

"Look, Headmaster Dumbledore." Tiera, who was sitting opposite, said with an innocent smile, "As I said, the Ministry of Magic will definitely not give up."

"But this also solves the problem of your Defence Against the Dark Arts professor who has a headache." Tiera added, "You should be happy."

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