Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Hermione was also busy with calculations recently, and with the increasingly heavy schoolwork as Christmas approached, Harry could only speak to Hermione at night—

Not to mention that Tiera, who was busier than Hermione from the very beginning, except for Professor Tiera, who was barely able to maintain the most basic appearance these days, other Tiera—

Including the student Tiera disappeared.

If it hadn't been learned from Hermione that there were forty or fifty Tieras doing all kinds of calculations and experiments in the secret rooms of the Room of Requirement with various conditions, Harry would have thought that all Tierras were the same. Abandoning Hogwarts and even the Ministry of Magic he had worked so hard to occupy.

Harry usually meets Hermione in the library, because Hermione needs the library to search for information, and use Tierra's newly purchased devices that can be used to assist in complex calculations and magic. Alchemy machine with three-dimensional configuration.

Even in the face of the relaxed and fiery atmosphere before Christmas, Hermione was reluctant to relax a little. She was reluctant to sit by the fire in the Gryffindor common room with a book in her arms as she had done in previous Christmases, reading and talking. Harry, Ron, and Tiera chatted first, and they didn't want to sit in the auditorium hall, while reading various books of magic knowledge like a competition with Tiera, while criticizing Harry and Ron aloft. The Wizarding Cards, Hermione's unwillingness to relax a little means they don't have any of these, Harry can only accommodate Hermione to meet in the library-

This means that the conversation between them can only be conducted in whispers.

Fortunately, Harry also has books he likes to read now. Harry sat next to Hermione, took out the Half-Blood Prince's Advanced Potions Course and read it, then noticed that Hermione's calculations were over, and raised his head briefly to relax himself The empty neck hurriedly spoke to Hermione.

"Hermione..." Harry whispered. "It's not very peaceful now at the Ministry of Magic..."

"Hmm..." Hermione said perfunctorily, then put a hand around the back of her neck, propped it hard, and then frowned, as if she was a little old lady, and looked down at her. The calculation formula and process that she had just had, her eyes seemed to see a hole in the piece of paper in front of her.

Seeing Hermione's expression, Harry sighed helplessly.

Harry guessed that Hermione wasn't listening at all. God knows how much he misses the old Hermione. Harry even thought that Hermione's high-spirited, little-adult-like tone was much cuter than the current one. .

This made Harry feel a little alienated and lonely.

It was as if something in my life was changing silently.

Seeing that Hermione seemed to be raising her head and closing her eyes, Harry lowered his head helplessly, preparing to continue reading "Advanced Potions Course" by the Half-Blood Prince.

"You have to be careful," Hermione said suddenly, just when Harry thought Hermione wouldn't answer him.

"How many times have I said it." I don't know why a little nameless fire suddenly burst into Harry's heart, and he said impatiently, "I can't return this book, what I have learned from this book is better than what I have learned. Much more from Slughorn or Snape."

"I'm not talking about your so-called Half-Blood Prince... Of course, the Half-Blood Prince is the same thing, you should be careful with this book..." Hermione said, opening her eyes The person glanced at the book unpleasantly, as if it had always been rude to her, "I'm talking about every aspect..."

"Like?" Harry asked.

"Learning the insides first...I was in a girls' bathroom before I came here, and there were a dozen girls there, including Romilda, trying to decide how to give you a love potion, and they all Hope they'll let you take them to Slughorn's party, they seem to have bought Fred and George's love potion, which I think might work—"

"Then why didn't you confiscate them?" Harry asked rhetorically. Hermione was a prefect, and it seemed odd that her enthusiasm for enforcing school rules had not been played out on this matter.

"I don't think they took them with them in the bathroom," Hermione said contemptuously, "and they were just discussing strategy. Since I'm suspicious of the Half-Blood Prince..."

After finishing speaking, Hermione glanced at the book contemptuously, "I can't teach you the antidote of the love potion right away, so if it were me, I would invite others to go with you, which would kill all their luck. , that is, tomorrow night, they will definitely despair..."

After saying that, Hermione suddenly burst out laughing, and Harry felt as if he had not seen Hermione smile so happily in a long time, "The disappointed expressions on their faces must be wonderful... Definitely more direct than me. Confiscating their love potion makes them even more desperate!"

Harry looked at Hermione strangely, as if for a moment Hermione didn't even recognize herself.

"But I don't want to invite anyone!" Harry muttered unhappily, "If I hadn't accidentally agreed to Horace Slughorn before, I wouldn't want to go to his party once..."

"Well... if you don't want to go it's totally fine... but be careful with your drink, Romilda doesn't look like she's joking," Hermione said with a wide smile.

"Wait a minute," Harry said slowly, "I think Filch is strictly forbidden to carry anything from Weasley's Wizarding Shop."

"Pfft - when did anyone ever care about what Filch was forbidden to carry?" Hermione asked rhetorically, her attention back on her calculations.

"But Filch..." Harry wanted to refute something, but suddenly Hermione stopped smiling and put on a serious face_

Harry heard, too, someone approaching them from the dark bookshelf behind them.

They waited, and a moment later the vulture-like Mrs. Pince appeared around the corner, her cheekbones sunken, her skin like parchment, her long hooked nose dazzled by the lamp she held in her hand set off.

"The library's closing. If you don't mind, put your borrowed things back in place - oh my gosh! Merlin! What did you do to that book, you **** boy!?" Pins The lady suddenly screamed.

"That's not a library book, that's mine!" said Harry angrily, grabbing his Advanced Potions Course from the table, as Mrs Pince stuck a claw at it hand.

"You troublemaker!" she hissed.

"It's just a book that's been written!" Harry said, yanking the book out of her hands.

She looked like she was about to have a seizure. UU reading www. uukanshu.com Hermione had packed her things quickly, grabbing Harry and forcing him to leave the library.

"She'll ban you from the library if you're not careful! Why did you have to bring that stupid book?" Hermione whispered after she had left the library a long way.

"It's not my fault that she's barking like a mad dog, Hermione." Harry complained dissatisfiedly, and suddenly Harry was a little stunned, and turned to look at Hermione—

Hermione was stared at by Harry.

"Um...Hermione, do you have a partner for Horace Slughorn's Christmas ball?" Harry asked suddenly.

"Ah? Oh...I, I promised someone else." Hermione said helplessly, and then patted her smooth forehead hard, "Oh, yes, Harry, why didn't you think of it!"

Then Hermione stared at Harry with a burning gaze: "Yeah, Harry, so you're a boy too!"

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