Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"How did you do?" Ron asked Harry hurriedly after class, "I think I felt something last time...well...I felt a little tingling in my feet.

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"I think your sneakers are too small, huh huh, hahaha." A voice came from behind them, and Hermione walked over with her head held high and said happily.

"I didn't feel anything." Harry said, ignoring Hermione's sneer, "But I don't care about that right now..."

"What do you mean, you don't care...don't you want to pass the Apparition exam?" Ron said in confusion.

"I really don't care, I prefer flying," Harry said, "I...well...I'm still worried about Occlumency..."

"Don't worry, Harry." Hermione comforted, "You can definitely learn it."

"Yes, Harry, don't worry, Tiera will protect you even if you can't learn it," Ron comforted.

"Ron!" Hermione shouted dissatisfied, "You can't always let Harry think like this! Harry must also learn to be independent on his own!"

"Well..." Harry replied listlessly.

"Now I hope to find Professor Dumbledore... to see if he has time to teach me Occlumency lessons..." Harry said.

Although Harry said this, he didn't hold out much hope.

After his appearance at Christmas dinner, Dumbledore had not been seen in public at Hogwarts for the entire month of January.

Whether it was at the dinner after returning from Christmas or other important occasions, Professor McGonagall or Tiera would always attend instead of Dumbledore.

This made Harry, Hermione and Ron almost wonder if Dumbledore was dying of illness or was under house arrest by Tiera.

However, this suspicion was quickly disproven, because several times, Harry came out from Snape's Occlumency class on Saturday night, or Hermione stayed in the library until late before returning to the dormitory.

Every time, I would always meet Dumbledore coming out of the kitchen, or a house elf carrying desserts into Dumbledore's principal's office.

Obviously, Dumbledore is still alive and well, and in Hermione's words, it's like he retired early.

The weather did not change much from February to March, except for the strong, cold winds that replaced the moist, dark clouds.

A message posted on the bulletin boards in all the lounges caused everyone's dissatisfaction——

Next week's trip to Hogsmeade is cancelled.

This sudden news made Ron very irritable.

"That day is my birthday!" Ron said with great disappointment, "I, I have been looking forward to that day. Mom and dad said they would come back to Hogsmeade to celebrate my birthday with me that day!"

"There's nothing we can do about it." Harry shrugged helplessly and said, "I don't know why, but the situation has suddenly become tense again recently."

To be precise, since Voldemort escaped from prison last summer and the international magical coalition attacked the British Magical Federation, the entire magical world has been declared to be in a state of war.

However, this so-called wartime state only made everyone nervous for a short while, and then the sense of crisis was diluted without a trace under the various benefit policies introduced by Tiera.

But now curfews, Auror patrols, not going out unless necessary, and policies such as canceling all concerts and tours have been brought up again and strictly enforced, giving people a feeling of dark clouds and impending danger.

"The International Federation of Magic is going to hold a general election recently." Hermione was as well-informed as ever, "I heard that this year's three candidates are clamoring to once again assemble huge magical rituals to resist Tiera's tyranny."

"Tsk—" Hermione then snorted, "It's just useless work."

"Looks like all we can look forward to now is Apparition!" Ron said grumpily, "A grand birthday celebration..."

After three lessons, Apparition proved to be more difficult than any previous lesson, although a few more people succeeded in detaching parts of their bodies from themselves. Frustration was mounting, with quite a few

People began to hate Tao Keluosi and his three D's, and they came up with a pair of nicknames for him. The most polite one was dog-breathanddung-head.

"Happy birthday, Ron!" When they woke up on the first morning of March -

When Simon and Dean went to have breakfast noisily, Harry said, "Here! Your birthday present."

He returned the package to a small pile of presents on Ron's bed, which Harry assumed had been delivered by house elves in the night.

"Thank you!" Ron said lazily.

"Awesome, Harry!" Ron said excitedly, waving a new pair of Quidditch gloves given to him by Harry.

"You're welcome." Harry smiled.

Ron didn't answer. He was busy opening gifts, and let out a cheerful cheer from time to time.

"Seriously, this year has been really good!" Ron announced, holding a heavy golden watch. The dial was a circle of odd number symbols, and the hands were small moving stars——

"Look, Harry, look what mom and dad gave me? Ah, I think I will be old next year." Ron roared happily.

"Cool." Harry also became interested and started staring at Ron's strange watch.

"Want one?" Ron said, holding a box of chocolate frogs.

"No," Harry refused, "We're going to have breakfast soon... I don't want to eat too much and throw it up in class later."

Their first class this morning was Apparition. In the previous Apparition class, there was an incident where someone ate too much and then vomited it out.

"Are you ready?" Harry asked Ron after he had packed up, but it wasn't until he was halfway there that he realized that Ron was still on the bed, holding on to the bedpost and staring at him with an unfamiliar, unfocused look.

Windows washed by rain.

"Ron? Have breakfast!" Harry continued.

"I'm not hungry......"

"Ah..." Harry stared at Ron strangely, "I thought you just said -?"

"Okay, I'll go down with you." Ron said, "But I don't want to eat... I don't want to eat anything..."

Harry looked at him carefully in confusion.

"Because you just ate half a box of Chocolate Frogs?"

"It's not this, you...you won't understand."

"That's perfectly clear," Harry said, and with confusion, he opened the door.

"Harry!" Ron said suddenly.

"What's wrong?"

"I can not stand it any more!"

"What can't you stand?" Harry asked, beginning to feel fear -

Ron's face was pale, as if he was going to vomit at any moment.

"I can't stop thinking about her!" Ron said harshly.

Harry yawned. He had not expected this or heard this.

Although they were friends, if Ron started to change his name to Lavender, "Raven-Raven", he would have to firmly object and impose a silencing spell on him.

"Why did you skip breakfast because of this?" Harry asked, trying to make the conversation normal.

"I don't think she knows I exist." Ron said desperately.

"I hope he knows that you've been hugging and kissing each other for three months." Harry started to get a little impatient.

Ron blinked and said doubtfully, "Who are you talking about?"