Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The first class in the morning for sixth graders the next day after Dark Arts was Herbology, but no one at Hogwarts had anything to do with Herbology, or any other class.

After a day of fermentation, various deeds about the young Voldemort have been thoroughly spread among the students at Hogwarts. Now everyone enjoying breakfast in the auditorium is discussing this matter enthusiastically. Everything about Voldemort——

When the mystery is no longer mysterious, when the veil of the unknown is lifted, all fears will naturally disappear.

When they just came out of the black magic classroom yesterday, they didn't dare to discuss each other too loudly, and they even dared to call them "mysterious man".

But today -

"Hey, let me tell you, that Voldemort, yes, it's the Dark Lord. His name was Tom Riddle when he was a child. What an earthy name." When Harry came to the auditorium to have breakfast, he suddenly heard a man coming towards him. The Slytherin girl said coquettishly.

"Yes, yes." One of her Ravenclaw best friends nodded in agreement, "And I heard that his father is also named Tom Riddle, and he is actually a Muggle, and he is not a Muggle-born wizard. , but the kind that are pure Muggles, the kind that cannot use magic at all."

"Oh, Merlin, no way," the Slytherin girl and her best friend chirped away.

Harry looked at the two girls with some strangeness and curiosity.

"Hey, let me tell you, Voldemort was very gloomy when he was a child." Before the two girls could leave Harry's sight, another group of male and female friends came towards him.

"Hey, really?" the girl asked in surprise, and then said, "He is the Dark Lord. It is normal for him to be a little different from others when he was a child. It would be abnormal if he is not different from others."

"But he liked to steal things when he was a child." The boy continued, "I saw it with my own eyes. The things he stole were stuffed into a cabinet, and they were all stolen from orphans in Muggle orphanages."

"Eh? Really?" The girl screamed in surprise, and then said with a look of disgust, "This is too much, you actually stole the orphan's things!"

Harry:.

Obviously there is only as much as a small iron box.

"Hey, hey, let me tell you, I saw it with my own eyes. Yesterday in the dark arts class, Voldemort used a mind control spell to control the entire orphanage when he was a child!" Another student walked towards him and introduced him to his friends with excitement. Thinking about what I saw in the black magic class yesterday.

Harry watched with some helplessness as this little boy, who was obviously new to school, described to his companions how terrifying Voldemort was.

When Harry finally made it through the crowd and sat next to Hermione and Tiera, he suddenly realized that he seemed to have no appetite.

"Let's go." Harry stood up after sitting for a while, said to Tiera and Hermione, and then asked the house elf for a sandwich, "Let's eat while we walk."

Then they met Ron again at the top of the stairs——

Apparently Ron overslept again.

"Ah! Harry, that's great." Ron greeted Harry happily after seeing Harry, Hermione and Tiera, then stared at the sandwich in Harry's hand for a while and asked, " Do you still want to eat this sandwich?"

"." Harry could only silently hand over the sandwich in his hand.

Due to the sudden strong wind and blizzard yesterday, the road to the greenhouse was buried, so Harry, Ron, Hermione and Tiera spent more time than usual finding their way to the greenhouse.

"Wow, I feel so scared when I think about it now, the mysterious young man." Ron finished the sandwich in a few bites on the way here and said, licking his lips.

They were now standing around a gnarled tree stump that had been part of the term project and were starting to put on their protective gloves.

"Even when he was young, Mysterious Man felt very different from ordinary people." Ron still maintained the title of Mysterious Man.

"Yeah." Harry said calmly, putting on a rubber face shield. He glanced at Tiera quickly before putting on the mask.

"Tiera, what a great idea you have!" Hermione said bluntly, "That way we can all understand Voldemort as much as possible, and then we can all use our strength to find his weaknesses!"

"This is like letting Voldemort fall into the ocean of people's war!" Hermione said excitedly.

"Ah, by the way! How was the latest Slug party?" Harry asked her through the thick face shield, thinking of ways to change the subject. He didn't know why he always felt so happy when hearing Hermione talk about this matter. Feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Oh, it's interesting, really." Hermione said, putting on a pair of goggles. "I mean, he rambled on about a lot of his famous exploits, and he took all the photos. A bit of a sycophant because he was so close to him, but he did provide us with good food and he introduced us to Wenger Jones."

"Wenger Jones?" Ron said, his eyes widening behind his goggles. "That Wenger Jones? Captain of Harpierre?"

"Yes," said Hermione, "but personally, I think she's a bit arrogant, but..."

"Have the people there said enough?" Professor Slept squeezed through the crowd with a stern look on his face, "You are lagging behind, everyone has already started, even Neville has already got his first Tree sac!”

They looked around -

Sure, Neville had a cut lip and a few nasty scratches on his face, but he was still holding on to a disgusting, pulsing green thing the size of a grape.

"Okay, Professor, let's start now!" said Ron, and when the Professor turned around again, he whispered, "Should we use leather gloves, Harry?"

"No, we can't!" Hermione said immediately, looking just as she had been doing all along, "Well, come on, we'd better get started..."

She gave the remaining two a look of understanding, and they took a deep breath and began to fight the gnarled stump between them.

The tree stump immediately began to move, and long, thorny thorn-like vines flew out from its top, swaying in the air.

One of them got tangled in Hermione's hair, and Ron knocked it back with a pair of secateurs. Harry managed to lure a few vines and tie them up, as if in all the tentacle-like branches. A hole opened in it.

Hermione bravely reached into the hole, looking very much like her arm was trapped. Harry and Ron struggled to pull on the vines, forcing the hole open again.

Hermione pulled out her hand and held a tree sac similar to Neville's in her fingers. The thorny vines receded immediately, and the gnarled stump stood looking like a harmless piece of wood.

"You know, I don't think I'll have this in my garden when I get my own home," Ron said, wiping the sweat from his face as he put his goggles back on his forehead.

"Give me a bowl," Hermione said, holding the pulsing tree sac at a distance.

Harry handed over a bowl and Hermione dropped the tree bag into it with disgust on her face.

Tiera, on the other hand, was working in a group and had already finished picking the tree sacs——

It's Tiera after all, isn't it?

How could someone who could even escape death not be able to get even a tree bag?

"Don't be afraid of getting dirty. Squeeze them. They are most effective when they are fresh." Professor Slept shouted from a distance.

"Anyway," Hermione said, continuing their interrupted conversation as if no piece of wood had ever attacked them, "Slug's supporters are having a Christmas party, and there's no way you're going to get away with it Harry because He wanted me to find out what night you were free, so that I could be sure of a night when you would be able to come."

Harry groaned, and at the same time, Ron, who was putting his hands on the tree bag to try to break it, stood up and squeezed the tree bag with all his strength.

Ron said angrily, "It's another party for Slug's favorite student, isn't it?"

"For people in the Slug Club, yes." Hermione said unclearly.

The tree sac jumped out from Ron's fingers, hit the glass of the greenhouse, and bounced onto the back of Professor Slept's head, knocking off her old and patched hat.

Harry walked over and retrieved the tree bag.

When he came back, Hermione was saying, "Look, I didn't use the name 'Slug Club' to decorate myself..."

"'Club Slug'," repeated Ron with a Malfoy-like sneer. "That's pathetic. Well, I hope you had a good time at the party. Why don't you go hook up with McLean and Slug I will recognize you as the King and Queen of the Slug Club..."

"We can bring other people to participate. I originally wanted to invite you. We haven't participated in any activities together for a long time." Hermione said coldly, "But if you think that is stupid, I won't bother you. Got it!"

Harry suddenly wished that the treebag could fly farther so that he wouldn't have to sit between Ron and Hermione and listen to their angry and childish bickering.

Without being noticed by the two, he grabbed a bowl containing the tree sacs and began to try to break them and make as much noise as possible.

Unfortunately, he still heard every word they said.

"You were going to invite me?" Ron said, his voice completely changed.

"Yes." Hermione said coldly and somewhat angrily, "But obviously you would rather Mai Lun join our small group, wouldn't you..."

The two paused for a moment, and Harry continued to use the shovel to break the elastic tree bladder.

"No, I didn't." Ron said quietly. It was obvious that he had just realized his gaffe and was ready to apologize, but -

By coincidence, Harry missed the tree sac at this time and smashed the bowl.

"Repaired as before," he said hastily, poking at the fragments with his wand, and the bowl was put back together again.

The accident clearly made Ron and Hermione aware of Harry and their experiments.

Hermione panicked and started looking up how to juice the tree sacs in her Carnivorous Plants of the World.

"Pass that over, Harry." Hermione commanded calmly, "The book says we should use something sharp to prick..."

Harry put the tree bag in the bowl and handed it over. Both he and Ron pulled down their goggles and started fighting the tree stump again.

It's not like he was actually surprised, Harry thought, as he was fighting a vine determined to strangle him.

"Gotcha!" shouted Ron, and just as Hermione had successfully burst the first bag, Ron pulled the second one from the stump, filling the bowl with the writhing sac. Gray-green worm-like tubers.

No one mentioned Slug's party again for the rest of the class.