Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Of course, after receiving the news that the Death Eaters from Azkaban had escaped from prison, it was not only the students who were shocked, but also the teachers——

To be precise, most teachers.

Although Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall were talking closely, both of them had an inexplicably relaxed look on their faces, and they even clinked their goblets leisurely.

Professor Sprout leaned the Daily Prophet against the ketchup bottle and concentrated on reading the first page. He raised the spoon in the air and didn't even notice the egg yolk in the spoon dripping onto his lap.

At the other end of the table, Professor Umbridge was sipping oatmeal. For the first time, her toad eyes were not searching the hall for students who misbehaved. She frowned while eating, and from time to time looked at Dumbledore and McGonagall viciously. The professor glanced over.

"Dumbledore looks so relaxed." Hermione raised her head and frowned and said, "Why does he look so relaxed?"

"Who knows?" Ron said, grabbing another piece of cake, "Maybe he has some plans."

"Then don't eat it." Hermione tugged at Ron and said, "There is still a little time before class. Help me move these exercises back to the common room. We will try our best to train in Dumbledore's Army tonight. I copied these exercises before and distributed them.”

"So fast?" Ron yelled again, "Why are you in such a hurry? We can't do it in time tonight!"

"We must also take action." Hermione said resolutely, "Tiera and Dumbledore obviously have their own plans. We may not be able to help them, but what we can do now is try our best. Improve yourself and don’t hold them back.”

"But we are still students..." Ron said dissatisfied, "and we still have O.W.Ls exams to prepare for."

"Yes, we are students, but we are now in a war." Hermione said, "War doesn't matter whether you are old or young, students or teachers, it will only involve everything it encounters. .”

"So stop complaining, we have to get ready," Hermione said.

…

"Look, how sensible is your little girlfriend?" Wu Peirong said teasingly to Tiera sitting opposite, "Speaking of which, you are quite old. When I was your age, my parents had already arranged for me to marry you. Got my first fiancé.”

Nico Flamel, Wu Peirong, Tiera, Slytherin, Ms. Maca-Far-Monkasha and Chief Thunderbird were casually and scatteredly sitting in the empty Hogwarts Great Hall enjoying breakfast.

Through the rows of tall and magnificent windows in the auditorium, a completely different scene of Hogwarts is reflected——

A sunny, lively Hogwarts with people coming and going.

After Christmas, several hundred-year-olds did not leave, but stayed at Hogwarts, preparing to continue participating in Tiera's next plan.

In order to facilitate the food and daily life of several elderly people, Tiera simply used her space authority to directly divide the space in the Scottish Highlands where Hogwarts is located into two parts. Anyway, the space here is stable, and it can be divided into two halves. Will not collapse.

The students and teachers of Hogwarts live in a normal space, which is no different from the usual Hogwarts. There are all kinds of ghosts, including Peeves, who gives all the teachers a headache, and some walking around. The murals include clever magic mechanisms and the Room of Requirement that appears at any time...

Tiera and several elderly people over a hundred years old live in the space cut out by Tiera. In order to ensure the normal operation of the main space, Tiera leaves all spiritual dimensions and most of the material dimensions to The main space is removed, and only a small part of the material dimension is cut out——

Therefore, compared to the normal Hogwarts Castle, the space divided by Tiera looks a bit dark and dilapidated. Even though it is morning in the world now, the entire castle is shrouded in sunlight as if it is coming at dusk.

Most of the eternally burning magic lamps floating on the ceiling of Hogwarts were extinguished due to the lack of spiritual dimension. Only a few lamps relied on Tiera's magic power to burn alone.

"Your husband who has been married for hundreds of years is sitting opposite." After hearing what Wu Peirong said, Tiela reminded her.

"What are you afraid of?" Wu Peirong patted Tiera on the shoulder and said, "He didn't live as long as Lemei. He seemed to have died in his fifties, and his grave can't even be found."

"When Le Mei was your age, he hooked up with his senior sister." Wu Peirong added, "I'm not jealous, and she didn't live as long as me."

"Ahem..." Nick Flamel coughed awkwardly but politely, "It's all the past, it's all the past..."

"Haha..." Tiera smiled, and then asked curiously, "Then how did you meet Mr. Nicolème?"

"I escaped from marriage." Wu Peirong said with a smile, then reached out and knocked on Tiela's forehead. Her hand was so strong that she didn't look like an old girl over 600 years old. "Don't interrupt, we are talking about your little girlfriend. You are free to fall in love now, and you are much happier than we were back then. If you don't hurry up, it will be hard to find such a virtuous and considerate wife."

"Haha..." Tiera smiled helplessly, "Forget it, Hermione and I might have a chance before we become gods, but forget it now."

"Why forget it?" Wu Peirong asked curiously.

"She is too boring." Tiera put down her knife and fork and sighed, "Or... you are too boring."

"You are now in a three-dimensional dimension." Tiera said, "From your perspective, observing a person is his age, appearance, height, fatness, or magic level."

"But I can see you." Tiera said, "I can see your thoughts, your past and future, your cause and effect and destiny."

"You are like books one after another, placed on a bookshelf called destiny." Tiera stretched out her hand and gently covered Wu Peirong's hand——

In an instant, countless images flashed before Wu Peirong’s eyes——

Her birth, childhood, growth, escape, her first use of magic, her first fight, her first injury, her first encounter with Nico Flamel...

Pictures of her whole life flashed by in an instant.

Then, Tiera raised her hand and slowly took it back.

"I know each of you too well." Tiera said, "I know it to the point where it's a bit boring."

"Indeed, I like Hermione very much, but it's not the kind of love between men and women..." Tiera said, "To be precise, I like Hermione... just like I like a beautiful book, or A nice hat, a nice dress.”

"Yes, of course, I can like her, I can love her." Tiera said with a chuckle, "But will this do her any good? Or what can my love bring to her?"

"I can give her anything, I can change her destiny -"

"Not only the future, but also the past. I can make her a descendant of a certain Merlin. I can make her a pearl left by King Arthur among the people. I can give her a magical talent far beyond anyone else. I can Let her become the queen of the wizarding world and even the British Isles, but does that mean anything?"

"She is an eagle soaring in the sky, but my love will turn her into a fat old hen."

"I like her, regardless of beauty or ugliness, fat or thin, tall or short, origin, knowledge... I like her courage, I like her unyieldingness, I like the radiance that blooms in the face of adversity, and I like the bear in her chest. A burning spark.”