Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Shortly after this frustrating birthday party, Harry and the others received a letter and book list from Hogwarts.

Harry's letter also brought him a small surprise——

He became captain of the Gryffindor House Quidditch team.

"This gives you the same status as the prefects!" Hermione said happily. Hermione often ran to the Burrow these days. Although Hermione said it was to get news about the war faster, Harry I know, she just wanted to find a place to practice magic secretly——

Harry had more than once encountered Hermione secretly practicing apparation and making various magic items in the woods less than ten minutes away from the Burrow.

Obviously, she felt that Hermione could help Tiera in the upcoming war in the wizarding world.

"You can use our special bathroom and everything now!" she said hiding the book in her hand.

"Wow, I remember Charlie carrying this," Ron said, looking at the badge with delight. "Harry, that's great, you're my captain...if you let me back on the team, I'd be like, haha...I mean..."

"While you have received these, I don't think I can put off a trip to Diagon Alley for long." Mrs. Weasley sighed, looking at the long list of books that accompanied the start of term letter. "We're going to go there on Saturday when your father isn't working yet, and I'm going to go there with him."

On the opening letter——

In other words, the new opening letter contains a lot more content than the letters George, Fred, and the rest of the Weasley family have received before -

This is almost expected.

Tiera drastically smashed many traditions in the British wizarding world to pieces, especially setting up something like the University of Magic. How could he not take action on education at Hogwarts?

First, the Defense Against the Dark Arts class was split into "Dark Arts Class" and "Defense Class".

The Defense course will follow the previous Defense Against the Dark Arts textbooks and the original Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom, and will be taught by Severus Snape, Head of Slytherin House.

As for the "Black Magic Class", there is no doubt that one of the countless Tieras will be in charge.

There are no designated textbooks for the black magic class. Any students who are interested in participating can go directly to the black magic classroom (formerly the abandoned girls' bathroom on the third floor) at 6:30 every Saturday night. Handouts will be distributed in class. You can participate at any time or at any time. If you quit, there will be no attendance and there will be no assessment at the end of the semester.

However, students who intend to participate need to prepare a well-preserved corpse before the start of school for use in classroom experiments.

Of course, Mrs. Weasley would definitely not allow her children to participate in this class, but according to Harry's observation, Hermione seemed to be a little moved.

Harry considered persuading Hermione to drop the subject, but didn't know how to start.

"Mom, you don't really think that while we were shopping and singing songs, a war suddenly started, do you?" Ron snickered.

"Florin and Ollivander went on vacation, didn't they?" Mrs. Weasley immediately lit a fire, "If you think safety is a ridiculous thing, you can choose to stay here and I will buy it for you myself. thing……"

"No, I want to go. I want to visit Fred and George's store!" Ron said hurriedly.

"Then you need to improve your cognitive skills, young man, and I won't allow you to come with us until I deem you immature!" Mrs. Weasley said angrily, grabbing her clock, and all The pointers were still pointing at "life danger", and he put it on a pile of freshly washed towels, "That's also so that I can return to Hogwarts. At least there is Dumbledore watching there, and the war will not Spread there.”

Ron turned to stare at Harry quizzically as his mother picked up the basket of laundry and the rickety clock, placed it in her arms, and stormed out of the room.

"Ah! You can't joke around here anymore..."

But Ron was careful not to appear flippant about anything related to the war over the next few days.

Ron even started doing some housework to help Mrs. Weasley forget about his inappropriate joke that morning.

This is a very easy thing.

Because there has never been any news about the war or the Magical United Army in the newspapers in the next few days, it is as if the British magic world is now singing and dancing.

Fortunately, the time finally advanced to the dawn of Saturday, and Mrs. Weasley did not explode again, although she seemed very nervous while eating breakfast. She pulled Bill, who had stayed at home on annual leave after working at the Ministry of Magic, to chat. go,

At the same time, he handed Harry a full money bag.

"Where's mine?" Ron asked immediately, his eyes wide and his face dark with desire.

"That belongs to Harry, idiot." Bill winked at Harry and said, "I took it out for you from your vault. It's really awkward to take something out of Gringotts' vault now." Easy, you know, Tierra took over Gringotts in Diagon Alley... I mean there's only one Tierra taking over Gringotts now, you have to wait in line at least twice if you want to get something out There was a thirty-minute queue, so I took it upon myself to help you get some..."

"Thank you, thank you, Bill," said Harry, pocketing the money.

"He's always so considerate." Fleur whispered admiringly and lightly tapped Bill's nose.

Ginny pretended to vomit in her food behind Fleur.

Harry choked on his cornflakes, and Ron patted him hard on the back.

It was a cloudy and dim day today. When they came out of the house and put on their cloaks, the Ministry of Magic car that had once driven for Harry was waiting for them at the front of the yard.

"What a good dad it was to give us this again," Ron said gratefully.

"Don't thank me, thank Tiera." Mr. Weasley said. "He passed the Magicalization of Muggle Items Act almost immediately on the first day he took office. This car, including several other magical The cars were distributed to several other members of the Bureau for the Prohibition of Misuse of Muggle Articles, including me, and he hoped that after driving these cars, I would further modify and optimize them based on their performance, strengths and weaknesses."

"Thank you Tiera." Ron sighed sincerely.

"You must be very happy," Mrs. Weasley said gloomily.

"Of course...ah...well...actually I'm not that happy..." Mr. Weasley realized that the mood in Mrs. Weasley's words was not quite right, and quickly changed the subject, "Okay, kids, get in the car quickly. Come on, I'll take you to Diagon Alley."

As the car left the Burrow smoothly, Bill and Fleur waved to them from the kitchen window.

Ron, Harry, and Ginny sat on the comfortable, spacious back seat. They watched the scene outside the window get higher and higher, and the Burrow behind them get smaller and smaller until it finally became an invisible vertical line.