Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Harry spent the rest of his summer vacation weighing and thinking about what Tiera said that night.

But before Harry could think about the reason, he was hit by all kinds of complicated information like snowflakes, which made his head dizzy——

"The German Ministry of Magic announces its acceptance of unequal treaties and unconditional surrender"

"The American Magical Association announces its acceptance of unequal treaties and unconditional surrender"

"The French Ministry of Magic announces its acceptance of unequal treaties and unconditional surrender"

...

News like this appear on the front page of the Daily Prophet every day.

It wasn't until every European and American Ministry of Magic that Harry knew about had signed unequal treaties that the Daily Prophet finally started reporting something else.

As the reports from these newspapers came in one after another, Mrs. Weasley's mood seemed to have stabilized a lot...but it didn't seem to be stable -

"Oh my goodness!"

Just as Harry grabbed a pile of dirty Quidditch robes and left the house, preparing to take them to the laundry room downstairs to be cleaned with magic, Harry heard Mrs. Weasley scream in surprise.

Mrs. Weasley has been urging them these past few days to pack all the clothes that should be washed and the luggage that should be packed before school starts. Downstairs, he met Ginny, who was returning to her home with the clothes she had just washed.

s room.

"What's the matter, Mum?" Ginny obviously heard Mrs. Weasley's scream. She was stunned for a moment, then blushed and threw her newly washed clothes into Harry's arms, facing Mrs. Weasley.

He rushed over to the kitchen where he was.

"Look at this!" Mrs. Weasley handed Ginny the newspaper she had been holding, "It's terrible!"

"What happened, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry hesitated for a long time, gently placed his dirty clothes and Ginny's clean clothes on the floor, and then ran to the kitchen.

"Here, Harry, look." Ginny had obviously finished reading the contents of the newspaper, folded the newspaper in her hand, and then handed it to Harry.

"Report of Missing Muggles from Bradford"

According to people familiar with the matter, at about 7:00 pm on August 19, Auror Abduremu Franco, Level 4 of the Auror Department of the Magical Federation, and his deputy, Auror Roger Latin Gur, Level 3, were on their daily duties.

During the process, the black magic monitor invented by Mr. Tiera detected a sudden and extremely strong black magic fluctuation in the town of Bullard, located near the Welsh mountains.

Now the Auror Department of the Magic Federation has dispatched level 7 Auror Francis Sailer and two level 6 Aurors to investigate.

The investigation results showed that all the Muggle residents in the town had disappeared. Apart from a incomplete altar composed of unknown words that could not be parsed in existing magical languages, there were no traces of fighting or the use of other magic.

The Auror Department of the Magical Federation has sealed off the town and sent the master of ritual magic, Don Quixote Somle, to investigate. The specific situation has not yet been ascertained."

After Harry finished reading this short report, which only occupied a small frame less than the size of a palm, he flipped through the other pages strangely.

"Um...what's wrong?" Harry asked in confusion, "This shouldn't be...not a Death Eater attack...I didn't see it mentioned in the report.

Mark of the Dark Lord."

"No, on the contrary... this is very likely to be done by Death Eaters... or even the mysterious man himself." Mrs. Weasley shook her head and said, "There is news from the Order of the Phoenix.

Came..."

Halfway through, Mrs. Weasley seemed to be stunned for a moment, then shook her head and stopped talking.

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"No... um..." Mrs. Weasley seemed to hesitate for a while, and finally made up her mind, and said, "Okay, Harry, I think this matter should indeed be done."

Let you know."

"What's the matter, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked in confusion.

"There is news from the Order of the Phoenix..." Mrs. Weasley suddenly lowered her voice, "It is said that Voldemort is plotting something recently..."

"What?" Harry couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "What is he planning?"

"I don't know." Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "Voldemort is very mysterious, and due to some of Tiera's policies, more and more pure-blood wizards have been directed to Voldemort, which makes our intelligence work difficult.

Do."

"But this means that you must be careful recently... No matter in Hogwarts or here, you are not allowed to act alone, no, to be precise, any random actions are prohibited.

It's not allowed. Things like that in June when you took a bunch of half-grown boys and dared to break into the Ministry of Magic alone will never happen again. We have reason to suspect... Voldemort is likely to have to deal with it.

is you."

"Then let him come." Harry said indifferently, "I believe Tiera will not give Voldemort a chance to escape this time."

"What about your safety?" Mrs. Weasley said in a tone of hatred, "Tiera may be able to defeat Voldemort, but what if Voldemort is staring at you and wants to kill you? Can you guarantee Tiera

Can the rescue be carried out in time?"

"These damn reporters, there is no more detailed report on such a big thing." Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "At first they were against Tiera, one by one, but now they are all rushing to praise Tiera.

, to flatter.”

"Alas..." Mrs. Weasley muttered helplessly, "I hope Arthur can get some more specific information from within the Magic Federation."

"Okay, go upstairs quickly and pack the clothes and books you are going to bring to school. Don't rush to pack them at the last minute every time, like that sloppy Ron." With that, Mrs. Weasley said.

He took the newspaper out of Harry's hand, rolled it up, and gently knocked on Harry's back, trying to drive Harry back upstairs.

"Oh, okay." Harry then remembered that he still had a pile of dirty clothes outside the kitchen, on the floor near the stairs. If Mrs. Weasley saw it, she would start nagging again, so haha

Leigh ran a few steps, and before Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen, she ran back to the stairs and picked up the pile of clothes.

"Ah...I'm sorry, Ginny..." Harry turned around and wanted to walk towards the laundry room at the other end of the living room on the first floor, only to notice that Ginny was also following her with a blushing face.

, "I soiled your clothes again... Let me wash them for you."

"No need..." Ginny said, reaching out her hand and snatching the pile of clothes from Harry's arms——

Including her own freshly washed clothes and the original dirty Quidditch uniform in Harry's arms.

"I'll help you wash it," Ginny said, pretending to be generous. "I've already packed it up anyway, and there's nothing else to do... I don't want to be asked by my mother to help her peel potatoes."

"Ah..." Harry hesitated, "Okay...thank you, Ginny..."