Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 402

After listening to Harry finish the scene of Dumbledore's tongue-in-cheek battle at Wizengamore Court, the whole kitchen was full of cheerfulness.

"As long as Dumbledore comes out to support you, they can't convict you, it goes without saying." Ron said cheerfully, and then divided large chunks of mashed potatoes into everyone's plates.

"Yeah, he helped me settle this matter." Harry said happily, while taking a large spoonful of mashed potatoes.

After the incident at the Wizengamore Court, Harry had already understood that as long as Dumbledore was still there, there would be no one, neither the Ministry of Magic nor Voldemort, who could move him.

——This made Harry's heart a lot more calm, and he got rid of the state of anxiety he had been in since he entered the summer vacation. Today, Dumbledore's speech at the Wizengamore Trial Court gave Harry a kind of confidence, even some kind of self-confidence. The illusion, as long as Dumbledore is around, even Voldemort is nothing.

Thinking of this, the scar on Harry's forehead suddenly suffered a sharp pain, and he quickly reached out and covered it.

"What's the matter?" Hermione asked calmly, "The scar hurts again, right?"

"Scar... um..." Harry replied vaguely, "but no, it doesn't matter? This is often the case now..."

No one else noticed.

They were all serving their meals now, rejoicing at Harry's escape.

Fred, George, and Ginny started singing their little song again.

Hermione looked a little worried, but before she could say anything else, Ron said happily, "I guess Dumbledore will come tonight, you know, celebrate with us."

"I don't think he'll come, Ron," said Mr. Weasley, placing a large platter of roast chicken in front of Harry. "He's really busy right now, just at the Ministry of Magic, after handing Harry over to me. , and left in a hurry."

"He's alright, alright, alright!" Ginny, George, and Fred's voices were unbearable.

"Shut up!" They didn't stop making noise until Mrs. Weasley roared in anger.

"Come on Harry, eat more." After shouting, Mrs. Weasley's tone suddenly became extraordinarily gentle, she looked at it with a smile, and then cut off the two drumsticks of the roast chicken and put them on Harry's plate .

"Well, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Weasley... this, this is too much..." Harry said hesitantly, trying to stop it.

"Not much, not much, look at you, you must be too worried to eat these days." Mrs. Weasley said, "eat more, eat more, child."

Over the next few days, Harry couldn't help but notice that there was a man in Twelve Grimmauld Place who didn't seem very happy about his return to Hogwarts.

When he first heard the news, Sirius showed a very happy look, clasped Harry's hand tightly, and his face was full of joy like everyone else.

However, it didn't take long for him to become more dull, melancholy, and less talkative than ever, and he didn't even have a word to say to Harry, and the more time he spent shutting himself in his mother's room. More and more, only with Buckbeak.

"You don't feel guilty!" Hermione said firmly. It was a few days later, and while the three of them were scrubbing a moldy closet on the fourth floor, Harry confided to her and Ron what was on his mind, "You belong at Hogwarts, Sirius knows it. Personally, I think he's being selfish."

"That's too harsh to say," said Ron, frowning and scraping off a mold that was firmly stuck to his finger, "You wouldn't want to be stuck in this house with no one to keep you company. "

"There's going to be someone with him!" said Hermione. "This is the headquarters of the Order of the Phoenix, isn't it? He just had hope in his heart that Harry might come and live with him."

"I don't think so," said Harry, wringing the rag. "When I asked him if I could live here, he wouldn't give me a straight answer."

"He just doesn't want to make his hopes stronger," said Hermione, penetratingly. "He probably feels a little guilty himself, because I think he does have a vague wish that you get fired. And then you two just They're all expelled people."

"Don't talk nonsense!" Harry and Ron retorted in unison.

Hermione just shrugged, then said nonchalantly, "Whatever you think...but I sometimes think Ron's mom is right, Harry, Sirius really doesn't know if it's you or your father. "

"So you think he's a little out of his mind?" Harry asked angrily.

"No, I just think he's been lonely for a long time." Hermione said plainly, "I read a little bit of psychology in the non-wizard world during my summer vacation, and to be precise, he's overly sad and selfish. Therefore, I indulge myself in the illusion of the past and cannot extricate myself, so I subconsciously put all the people or things related to my memory..."

Speaking of which, Hermione was suddenly stunned, and Harry was also stunned, looking at Hermione—

"You...you...you look more and more like Tiera..."

Harry said sadly.

At the same time, Tierra, Dumbledore and Slytherin were like a pair of grandparents who went out on an outing, walking together on the country roads around Little Hangleton.

Gaunt's old house is not difficult to find, except for the Ministry of Magic's record, whether Dumbledore, Slytherin or Tierra, whoever makes a stop to Little Hangleton, will immediately notice that it is coming from Six miles away, strong traces of black magic emanate from Gaunt's old house.

But it wasn't until yesterday that Tiera, Dumbledore and Slytherin set off at a leisurely pace, using Muggle transportation to go to Little Hangleton.

Because until 8:30 last night, Voldemort lived in Tom Riddle's ancestral house, and it was not until 8:30 that he moved to Malfoy Manor.

So in order not to startle the snakes, the three of Tierra decided to travel there.

"It should be here." Dumbledore said, and the two old and one young stopped in front of a dilapidated old house.

The walls of the old house are covered with moss, and many tiles on the roof have fallen off, and the rafters inside are exposed here or there~www.mtlnovel.com~ There are lush nettles growing around the house, high The nettles went all the way to the windows, which were very small and thick with old grime, and a dead snake nailed to the door.

"My descendants...why nailed a snake at the door?" Salazar Slytherin asked in a hoarse voice.

"Thousands of years of inbreeding have ruined their brains." Tiera asked with a smile, "How is it? Seeing descendants like yourself."

Salazar Slytherin:  …

Slytherin didn't answer, just sighed helplessly and sadly, then waved his wand—

After curing Slytherin, Tiera gave him another wand, which was made directly from the bones that grew out of his body and the materials he grabbed from the magic tree.

Slytherin waved his wand, and the door to Gaunt's old house was broken open, revealing the more dilapidated interior of the old house.

"Hehe..." Tiera smiled and took the lead, stepping into the old Gaunt house full of dust and mud, and then stabbed Dumbledore with her elbow, "Mr. Oh."

Dumbledore:  …

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