Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"So you must have learned a lot of magic?" Harry asked curiously. He found that Tierra was in a daze, so he could only ask himself.

This Weasley family should be the magical family that the pale boy he and Tierra met in Lihen Bookstore mentioned.

"I heard you lived with Muggles later on," said Ron. "How were they? I heard from Dad that Muggles are a lovely and interesting bunch.

"It's terrible, of course not everyone is like this, others are pretty good, but my uncle, aunt and cousin are too terrible. I wish I could have a few wizard brothers."

"Five," said Ron, looking slightly unhappy for some reason. "I'm the sixth in our family to go to Hogwarts. You could say I should follow their example. Bill and Charlie have graduated. Bill is Head Boy and Charlie is the Quidditch team captain. Now that Percy is a prefect, and Fred and George, for all their mischief, are top grades. Everyone thinks they're interesting, and expects me to be like them. Anyway, if I can, It's no big deal, because they did it before me. When you have five brothers, you'll never have to use anything new. I wear Bill's old robe, and Charlie's old wand, and Percy throws No mouse."

low self-esteem personality.

Tierra instantly judged that even though he was in a daze, he still listened and watched all directions.

In fact, the Weasleys are perfect subjects for family psychology research.

From Charlie, Bill, Percy, George Fred twins to Ron, they are all boys, with the same parents and similar growth environment, but the personalities of these brothers are completely different.

He doesn’t know Charlie and Bill very well, but they should belong to the gentle big brother type; Patsy has a strong desire for power; George Fred is creative and exploratory, good at research and development; and Ron is smart but rarely has his own opinions , is an inferiority complex personality and a pleasing personality, which may be related to his lack of attention since he was the youngest son in the family.

It's a pity that Tierra's major is not psychology. He only took a few psychology-related elective courses during college, and he fell asleep in most of the classes. Published an article in the core journal Acta Psychology.

As Ron said, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and took out a fat gray mouse, which was sleeping. "It's called Scabbers, and it's pretty useless, and sleeps all day long. My dad gave Percy an owl when he became a prefect, and they couldn't afford it...I mean, Percy put The mouse gave it to me."

Ron's ears turned red. He seemed to feel that he was talking too much, so he started looking out the window again.

Tierra's eyes lit up when she saw Ron take out Scabbers.

That's right, how did I forget the cute little Peter Pettigrew.

After the Animagus transformed, did even the DNA become animal DNA? Or is it just that the appearance has changed into an animal but the DNA is still human DNA? If Peter Pettigrew crossed with other female mice in the form of a mouse—exchanging ancestral chromosomes, would there be reproductive isolation between the two? Will the remaining offspring be the rat's pups? Or a human baby? Or simply a half-human, half-animal monster?

And what will the DNA of future generations look like? Will the offspring exhibit fully human traits? Or is it completely mouse-like? Or traits of both?

Will there be some new traits?

It's all so worth it.

Tierra looked at Peter Pettigrew, who was lying on Ron's lap, with increasingly hot eyes.

Peter Pettigrew, who was still asleep, seemed to feel Tierra's eyes full of exploration and curiosity, and shivered all over.

"Can I...can I pet your mouse?" Tierra said eagerly to Ron.

"I'm not a bird fan, and I've always wanted a mouse as a pet," Tierra said.

"Of course." Although Ron wondered why anyone would want to touch his fat and bald mouse, he still handed Scabbers to Tiera generously.

As soon as Ban Ban woke up, she found herself held by a strange child.

Just a little wizard... Thinking of this, Peter Pettigrew gradually let go of his body, allowing Tiera to give him a comfortable massage.

Maintaining the form of a mouse all year round has affected Peter Pettigrew's cognition to some extent.

Although the previous memory personality is still there, as time goes on, Pettigrew behaves more and more like a real mouse.

So when Tierra took out a soybean-sized, slightly sweet ball from the box and handed it to his mouth, he swallowed it without hesitation.

The thing that looked like a small jelly bean had a strong fishy smell.

If it is a normal mouse, it will like this fishy smell very much.

But Pettigrew almost jumped up because of the fishy smell.

"What is this?" Seeing Tierra feeding his mouse, it was impossible for Ron not to ask.

"Tonic." Tierra replied casually, "a medicine invented by Muggles that can prolong the life of mice."

"Really?" Ron asked happily.

"Really." Tierra said, anyway, I can guarantee that your mouse will survive to the seventh volume.

When Peter jumped up, Tierra easily pushed him back.

The original recipe for this pill came from a curse he created on the tablets of Hypor to tame ferocious vipers.

Combining your own blood with a spell, and then feeding it to snakes, can make even the most ferocious boa constrictor as docile as a kitten.

Hypor didn't name the drug, so Tierra called it the Hypor Pill.

On the basis of Hypor's pill, Merlin added snake bone flower, sunflower root essence and mercury, so that this pill can widely act on other magical animals.

This is also the key to Merlin's ability to tame the dragon in the legend.

Almost all dragons are irritable and restless by nature, and even the smartest Swiss short-nosed dragon cannot be tamed like a kitten or a puppy.

Only by using more powerful violence to create a large enough psychological shadow on these brutal creatures, can they be used.

Soon, Peter Pettigrew stopped struggling in Tierra's hand, and instead lay on Tierra's lap as if he had fallen asleep.

"Tierra!" Seeing Banban lying listlessly on Tierra's lap, Ron became anxious.

"Does your Muggle pill really work?" Ron asked. This mouse has been in their house for ten years. Although Ron detests this pet, he still has deep feelings for this mouse in his heart. Yes, they are friends who are second only to family in his heart.

"It's definitely useful to rest assured." Tierra herself was not sure, "If something really happens, I will pay you an owl."

"Oh, that's fine." Ron suddenly felt relieved, and even hoped that something would happen to Scabbers.