Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Do you think it's possible for Tiera to betray the magical world?"

Harry woke up from the discussion of this sentence. He raised his eyes tiredly and looked around slowly——

The surrounding light was much dimmer than when he fell asleep. Looking out from the old window on the third floor of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, one could see the dark blue London sky and the street lights that came on one after another. The hazy mist spreads dim lights all around.

Harry rubbed his brows tiredly. There was a sadness that could not be dissipated on the sixteen-year-old boy's face.

"Alas" Harry found that he sighed more and more recently. No wonder Ginny, who came to the Order of the Phoenix to help, always said that she lived like an old man.

He shook his head, then reached out and took off the earphone from his right ear, and carefully put it into the left breast pocket of his shirt.

The moment he took off the earphones, the chatter in his ears disappeared instantly——

This headset is the latest prank product invented by George and Fred Weasley. The name is very straightforward, it is called the eavesdropping headset.

After Dumbledore and Tiera took their Hogwarts classmates to learn about Muggle history, technology and political systems last semester, the Weasley twins became interested in the Muggle world just like their father. Strong interest.

After returning to the Burrow last Christmas, they had plunged into their father's garage, Mr. Weasley's secret home of various Muggle items, and placed a simple spell on it to prevent Weasley from Mrs. Leigh entered to prevent Mrs. Weasley from throwing away these Muggle belongings of Mr. Weasley's original tatters——

However, the little spell set by Mr. Weasley had no effect on the Weasley twins who were already very talented and had gone through Tiera for a semester to cram their math skills.

When Mr. Weasley was hospitalized, it only took them two days to break the spell set by Mr. Weasley, and like a mantis breaking into a cockroach nest, they were in Mr. Weasley's little "treasure house" A holiday-long treasure hunt was conducted.

The pair of headphones placed in Harry's left breast pocket are the early masterpieces of George and Fred Weasley——

There was only the right earphone in Harry's pocket, and the left earphone was placed in the kitchen of No. 12 Grimmauld Place, where the adults of the Order of the Phoenix often discussed important matters or chatted.

There is no physical connection between a pair of left and right earphones. According to George and Fred Weasley, the connection between the two earphones is eavesdropping through the spiritual dimension, which they have learned based on Tiera's teachings. A simple attempt to make the content.

The results were surprisingly good. The eavesdropping distance was farther than the pair of ear-shaped eavesdropping devices they made before, and because there were no physical wires, it was easier to hide.

The only drawback is that the effect of eavesdropping is delayed by five to ten minutes.

However, they are not ready to continue to improve this, because after using this pair of headphones to verify the correctness of Tiera's three-dimensional magic theory of matter-spirituality-spirit, in their words, "We still have at least a hundred more There are better ideas than this one, and we’re not going to waste our time on something like this.”

So this headset ended up in Harry's hands.

Harry, on the other hand, put his left earphone in the kitchen of Grimmauld Place, always paying attention to the conversations of the adults.

Although this behavior made Harry feel somewhat ungrateful and ungrateful.

After all, at the beginning of the summer vacation, the adults gave me the freedom to play around and the right to not need to live in the Dursleys' house. However, I went against the adults' wishes and ended up living in my own messy room. Using shady means to eavesdrop on the conversations of adults——

I have no choice!

I have to know what happened to Tiera.

The adults refused to say anything to me. Even though I had fought face to face with Death Eaters and Voldemort, they still treated me as a child.

Harry thought this way, and while scratching his already messy hair irritably, he took out his ears, and then inserted the earphone into his right ear——

The conversation downstairs seemed to have skipped the topic of Tiera. Mrs. Weasley began to greet everyone and put away the cutlery and dishes. Listening to her words, she needed to prepare a few more sets of tableware tonight, and she also needed Hurry up and cook one more dish. Kingsley Shacklebolt, who was forced to take leave by Cornelius Fudge tonight, the newly recruited Auror Andromeda Tonks, and the retired legendary Moody are coming here for dinner. Listen. They spoke as if they were going to set off from here tomorrow and enter the Ministry of Magic to attend Cornelius Fudge's inaugural speech as General Secretary of the Magical Federation.

From their words, Harry learned that tomorrow's inauguration ceremony for Cornelius Fudge will include officials from the Ministry of Magic, wealthy and respectable people in the British wizarding world, reporters from various newspapers and magazines, special correspondents from the International Federation of Magic, and Gringotts. In addition to several senior executives, this inaugural speech also specially invited werewolf wizards, vampires, orc wizards, centaurs, and centaurs who are hiding in Knockturn Alley and have no criminal records or criminal records through "The Quibbler" founded by Luna's father. Goblins who were kicked out of the group and other humanoid magical races that were not accepted by mainstream wizard society.

——The most important thing is that according to their reports, many wizards from Knockturn Alley are preparing to participate!

No matter how Sirius, Lupin, Kingsley, Moody or others guessed or thought, they could not figure out what Cornelius Fudge or Tiera wanted to do.

They also wrote to ask Dumbledore, but Dumbledore only told them not to think too much and not to worry, and told them that they could go and see if they wanted to, but to be safe.

Sirius Black, who was already restless, immediately suggested going to the inauguration ceremony.

The others thought for a while and agreed with Sirius Black's decision. At the same time, even Moody, the sternest person in the Order of the Phoenix, agreed to let Sirius follow him in his Animagus form——

Although Cornelius Fudge is not the General Secretary-General of the Magic Federation, legally speaking, he does not have the final interpretation of the law, nor does he have the overall command of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic, but pardoning a criminal is not an issue. ——

Cornelius Fudge used his current power to withdraw the arrest warrant for Sirius Black, overturned the result of Sirius' trial, and asked the Department of Legal Enforcement to re-open the case.

——Because of this incident, everyone in the Order of the Phoenix has no resistance to Tiera and Cornelius Fudge, especially Sirius Black. Although he is still resistant to Tiera, it seems that there is no resistance from his words. I no longer had the same resistance as before.

Therefore, their suspicions about Tiera remained at the stage of speculation and they did not take any action. They went to attend Cornelius Fudge's inauguration ceremony tomorrow, not to cause trouble or to spy on any information, but simply to visit, and Let’s see what kind of medicine is sold in Tiela’s gourd.

"So you see." Tiera said with a smile while playing wizard cards with Dumbledore, "It's so easy for people to be trapped by such small favors. I just used the scraps of power to give them a little sweetness, and they By ignoring my true nature, they selectively ignored all the cruel things I had done."

"Their cognition is limited by the times and themselves." Dumbledore sighed, and then played a card, "In addition, I suggest that you don't always stare at my Order of the Phoenix. They are for you It has no value and no use, so please look elsewhere."

"For example?" Tiera raised her eyebrows knowingly and leaned back in the chair.

"The rebellion in the Ministry of Magic." Dumbledore stroked his beard and said, "You can't help but know, right? Even I have heard about it. Even though you don't admit it, pure-blood families account for a huge proportion in the Ministry of Magic. , especially among the Aurors, at least half of the Aurors are from pure-blood families, or side branches of pure-blood families. Although they are afraid of the Muggle army that they have never talked about, a week has passed and they have already They responded. As long as they plan well, it is not impossible to overthrow the Muggle army and set off a rebellion at the inauguration ceremony of Cornelius Fudge."

"Oh, Principal Dumbledore, I don't need to know if someone is plotting a rebellion. I'm expecting someone to plot a rebellion." Tiera said with a smile, "As I said before, magic The forces within the Ministry are too complicated. I really need a rebellion to expose those intricate interests to the sun. Otherwise, why do you think I would invite the Muggle army to garrison the Ministry of Magic? Otherwise, why do you think I would invite the Muggle army to garrison the Ministry of Magic? It took seven days for the Ministry of Magic to let Cornelius Fudge give his inaugural speech?"

"I'm giving them time, I'm giving them time to make connections and beg for help everywhere." Tiera said with a smile, "I really need a complete rebellion."

"How many people are you going to kill this time?" Dumbledore asked seriously, "How many more lives do you want to kill?"

"I'm not prepared for any of them." Tiera said with a smile, "I have never killed anyone, I have never killed any intelligent life, I have not before, I have not now, and I will not have any plans in the future."

"Oh? Really?" Dumbledore asked, "I remember you helping Hathaway Romanoff-"

"What does the three Ministry of Magic officials that Umbridge killed have to do with me, Tiera?" Tiera also asked the same question, "The Death Eaters killed by Hathaway Romanoff's Pillar have anything to do with me, Tiera. What does it matter, as for Hathaway Romanoff-"

"This involves the ethical issues of artificial life forms. If you really want to talk about it in vain, then we have to talk about it." Tiera picked up the black tea on the table, took a sip gently and then continued He smiled and said, "I learned one thing from the long history of mankind."

"It is far better to capture an army alive than to destroy it."

"We can gain more under the rule of peace than in war."

"Because war means death, and death means waste, and lives should not be wasted in this way if they can be controlled and serve a higher purpose."

"Gellert" Dumbledore was stunned, "Gellert, you have the same view."

"This is normal." Tiera said with a smile, "You have been fighting Voldemort for too long, and it seems that you have forgotten what a real demon king should be like."

Many miles away, the fog that once hung outside Harry's window was now drifting down a dirty river. The river meanders, with overgrown weeds and piles of garbage on both sides. A huge chimney, a relic of an abandoned mill, stood tall, gloomy and ominous. There was no sound everywhere, only the whimpering of the dark river water, and no sign of life. Only a lean fox sneaked down the river bank, sniffing hopefully at a few fish and potato chips in the deep weeds. Wrapping paper.

At this time, with a soft popping sound, a slender figure wearing a hood appeared out of thin air by the river.

The fox seemed frightened, staring at this new strange figure with a pair of alert eyes. The figure seemed to be figuring out its position. After a moment, it walked forward with brisk steps, its long cloak rustling across the grass.

The slender figure paid no attention to the fox, but quickly passed through an alley between houses and turned into another almost identical street. Several street lights were broken, and the two running women were sometimes illuminated by the lights and sometimes shrouded in darkness.

Finally, the slender figure walked quickly up a street called Spider's End, where the tall mill chimney towered into the sky like a giant finger raised in warning.

She walked past the dilapidated, boarded-up windows, her footsteps echoing on the cobblestones.

She came to the last house, and a dim light came from the cracks in the curtains of a downstairs room.

The slender figure knocked on the door softly, and then she stood outside the door and waited quietly, breathing heavily and smelling the smell of the sewage river blown by the evening breeze.

After a few seconds, she heard movement behind the door, and then the door was opened a crack, and a man looked at them. His long black hair was draped on both sides like a curtain. In the middle was a gray-yellow face and a pair of Black eyes.

The slender figure lifted her hood back, revealing her very pale face, which seemed to glow with white light in the night. Her long golden hair was spread behind her back, making her look like a person who had drowned.

"Narcissa!" the man said, opening the door wider. "It's really surprising and exciting!"

"Severus," Narcissa whispered nervously, "Can I talk to you? This is an emergency."

"certainly."