Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 413 Tiera’s Joke Shop

By the time of dinner, Harry had completely figured it out and was ashamed of what he had just thought. Therefore, before dinner, Harry gave Hermione and Ron a big hug very enthusiastically, and then solemnly

congratulated.

"I, I thought you were angry." Seeing Harry like this, Ron breathed a sigh of relief and hugged back happily.

"I thought that too." Hermione also reached out and hugged Harry, then ruffled Harry's hair and said with a smile, "I saw you were so cold just now, I thought you were jealous."

"Oh, I, no, I didn't..." Harry stuttered, looking around, "I, I just thought of Tiera..."

Harry said a little guilty.

"Yes..." Hermione said, "If Tiera is still here...this prefect must be his..."

"Yeah." Ron also nodded.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione seemed to have returned to their previous attitude toward getting along. They happily came to the kitchen in the basement and found a seat.

Sirius, Lupin, Tonks and Kingsley Shacklebolt had already arrived. Soon after Harry poured himself, Ron and Hermione each a glass of butterbeer, Mad-Eye Moody also walked away heavily.

Come in.

"Oh, Alastor, I'm so glad you're here." Mrs. Weasley said happily as Mad-Eye took off his traveling cloak, "We've been meaning to ask you for a long time...if you could see

Look at the desk in the living room and tell us what's inside? We haven't dared to open it for fear that it's a particularly nasty guy."

"No problem, Molly." Moody's electric blue eyes moved upward, staring at the kitchen ceiling.

"Living room?" he said roughly, his pupils narrowed, "The desk in the corner? Ah, I saw it, yes, it's a Boggart. Do you need me to go up and get it out, Molly?"

"

"No, no need, I'll do it myself later." Mrs. Weasley said with a smile, "You have a drink. In fact, we are having a small celebration?"

She pointed to the bright red banner, "The fourth prefect in the family!"

Then Mrs. Weasley rubbed Ron's hair and said lovingly.

"Prefect, oh?" Moody growled, looking at Ron with his ordinary eyes, while his magical eyes flicked around and stared to the side from his head.

Harry had a very uncomfortable feeling, as if those eyes were looking at him, so he turned to look at Sirius and Lupin.

"Okay, congratulations," Moody said, still staring at Ron with his ordinary eye.

Seeing this made Ron feel nervous.

But just then his father and elder brother came back, and he finally found an excuse to ignore Moody's gaze.

Mrs. Weasley was so beaming that she didn't even complain that they had brought Mundungus with them.

Mundungus wore a long overcoat with strange bulging lumps here and there, and he refused to take it off and put it with Moody's traveling cloak.

"Well, I think we can raise a toast." Mr. Weasley said after everyone had received their drinks, raising his goblet. "Congratulations to Ron and Hermione on their election as Gryffindor superiors."

long!"

Everyone raised a toast to congratulate them, and then applauded enthusiastically. Ron and Hermione's faces lit up with joy.

"I've never been a prefect myself." When everyone gathered around the table to get food, Tonks said happily behind Harry. Today her hair was as red as a tomato and reached her waist. She looked like

Ginny's sister. "The Head of our House says I lack certain necessary qualities."

"Like what?" asked Ginny, who was choosing a baked potato.

"Such as not being able to follow the rules," Tonks said. Ginny laughed. Hermione didn't seem to know whether she should laugh too, so she took a compromise, picked up the cup and took a sip of butterbeer, but was

Choking.

Mundungus seemed to want to say something to George or Fred Weasley, but stopped talking when he saw Harry, but Fred winked and motioned for Harry to come over.

"It doesn't matter," he said to Mundungus, "we can trust Harry, he is our sponsor!"

"Look what Mundungus has brought us." George said and opened his palm to show Harry. On it was a pile of dry black pod-like things. Although it was motionless, it made a slight swishing sound.

sound.

"The seeds of poisonous tentacles." George said, "We need them for our quick-acting skipping candy, but they are a Class C prohibited trade item, so it has been difficult for us to get them."

"Ten galleons for these, Dunge?" said Mundungus, "I got this with a lot of effort!"

His slack, bloodshot eyes grew narrower.

"Sorry, boys, I will never take action below twenty." Mundungus said.

"Sorry, Mundungus just likes to joke a little bit," Fred said to Harry.

"Yeah, one of his best jokes was that he charged six sicoes for a bag of knotty quills," George said.

"Be careful." Harry reminded them softly.

"What's wrong?" Fred asked, "Mum is busy whispering affectionately to Ron, the prefect. We'll be fine."

"But Moody might be watching you," Harry pointed out.

Mundungus turned his head nervously and looked around.

"That's right," he muttered. "Okay, boys, ten of them, as long as you get rid of them quickly."

"Thank you, Harry!" Fred said happily. Mundungus had poured the contents of his pocket into the twins' outstretched hands, and then hurried over to get something to eat.

"Harry has another good news for you." George sat down next to Harry and whispered, "Our joke shop is about to be established!"

"Congratulations...congratulations," Harry said.

"To commemorate Tiera." Fred also sat over and said, "We decided to name our joke shop--"

"Tiera's Joke Shop!" the Weasley twins said at the same time.

Suddenly there was a ripple in Harry's heart, and he was touched.

"Tiera is forever." George and Fred raised their glasses.

"Tierra lives forever," Harry said sadly.

…

The eternal Tiera was standing in full dress outside the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts.

Tiera was covered with a bright red papal robe, and underneath the robe was a tight-fitting black priest's uniform.

Tiera was like a real priest, holding a thick book in one hand and a cane in the other hand. She majestically and confidently pressed the cane onto the damp and rotten land of the Forbidden Forest—

—

Deep in the Forbidden Forest, a red glow emitted above Tiera's tomb.

The red light gradually condensed into Tiera's form.

At the grave, Mrs. Rosier, Igor Karkaroff, and Hathaway Romanoff raised their heads with difficulty.

"Long time no see, Mrs. Rosier, Miss Romanov, and Mr. Karkaroff." Tiera said with a bright face, "The moonlight is so beautiful tonight, isn't it?"

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