Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Harry took a closer look and suddenly laughed out loud. There were these letters dangling on the gold chain:

"To my sweetheart!"

"It's nice," said Harry. "Beautiful. You must wear it in front of Fred and George."

"If you tell them," Ron said, pushing the necklace out of sight under the pillow, "I...I...I'll..."

"Just stuttering at me?" Harry scoffed, "Come on, how could I say that?"

"How could she think I would like that kind of thing?" Ron shouted into the air, looking very shocked and confused.

"Well, think about it the other way around," said Harry, "have you ever told her that you like going out with a necklace that says 'My Sweetheart' on it?"

"Well... we didn't talk much," Ron said. "We are mainly..."

"Kissing?" Harry said.

"Well, yes," Ron said worriedly, "She loves kissing so much, I just can't stand it!"

"Then maybe she likes you like this." Harry teased, "You know, Lavender likes to keep small pets, just like putting a dog leash around a puppy's neck."

Ron:.

After hearing this, the expression on Ron's face changed from shock to disgust.

"I'm going to break up with this crazy bitch sooner or later." Ron turned over his stockings viciously. Among the gifts Harry received were a sweater with a Golden Snitch pattern on the front, knitted by Mrs. Weasley, and a large box of Weasley Joke Shop products from the twins.

When everyone sat at the table and prepared to enjoy Christmas breakfast, everyone was wearing new sweaters, except Fleur Delacour and Mrs. Weasley herself. Obviously Mrs. Weasley didn't want to waste a piece of clothing. She was showing off a brand new dark blue wizard's hat dotted with small star-like diamonds and an eye-catching gold necklace.

"Fred and George, give them to me! They're beautiful, aren't they?" said Mrs. Weasley.

"Well, we find we appreciate you more and more, Mom, we're washing our own socks now," George said, waving his hands briskly, "right, Remus?"

Remus Lupine smiled helplessly.

Sirius also came downstairs, also wearing a sweater.

But he didn't know whether it was because it didn't fit properly or for some other reason, but Sirius kept scratching his sleeves and collar, as if the sweater made him feel itchy.

"Good morning, Sirius!" Harry greeted happily.

"Good morning, Harry." Sirius stopped tickling, walked over and reached out to touch Harry's head, "Did you sleep well last night?"

"Excellent," said Harry.

"Hey." Sirius ruffled Harry's hair happily and happily.

To Harry's surprise, Hermione was the last one to show up this morning.

"Good morning, Harry." Hermione forced herself to say hello to Harry.

"Well, good morning, Hermione." Harry responded, "You have dark circles under your eyes."

"Ah?" Hermione touched her face, "Oh, it's okay. I drank some wine last night, but I couldn't sleep."

"Okay, eat breakfast quickly, eat breakfast quickly." Hermione quickly sat down and said, "I'm almost starving."

Harry instinctively felt that Hermione was weird, but he didn't know what was wrong, so he had to put aside his doubts and eat breakfast first.

They all lived very happily in the days after Christmas. Except for Hermione, almost everyone was immersed in the happy Christmas atmosphere——

Although Voldemort is still at large, to a certain extent, with Tiera's existence, they only need to worry about whether Tiera will be too centralized or too repressive in the future.

And with the continuation of Tiera's rule, the number of crimes in the entire magical world has decreased a lot.

Christmas spent in this stable atmosphere made everyone feel a lot happier.

Even Sirius and Mrs. Weasley, who were initially disgusted with Tiera's rule, no longer had any complaints.

But the good times passed quickly after all, and not long after, it was the beginning of the sixth grade.

That afternoon Ron, Harry, Hermione and Ginny lined up in front of the kitchen fireplace in Number Twelve Grimmauld Place to return to Hogwarts.

This time, Tiera did not come to pick them up. Instead, the Magic Federation specially connected a special "route" on the Floo Network to allow the students to return to school faster and safer.

Only Mrs. Weasley was there to say goodbye to them, as Mr. Weasley, Charlie, Fred and George, Fleur and Bill all went to work.

Mrs. Weasley cried when they parted, looking very reluctant to see this happy Christmas end.

"Stop crying, Mum," Ginny said, patting her back as her mother leaned on her shoulder. "It's fine……"

"Oh, don't worry about us," Ron comforted, letting his mother give him a firm kiss on the cheek.

"Promise me you'll take care of yourself...and don't get into trouble..." Mrs. Weasley choked even harder as she hugged Harry.

"I understand, Mrs. Weasley," Harry said. "I like a peaceful life, you know."

Hearing Harry's assurance, Mrs. Weasley wiped her eyes, smiled lightly, and then took a step back, "Then, all of you, please take care!"

Harry stepped into the green flames and shouted "Hogwarts". He took one last look at the kitchen of the Burrow and Mrs. Weasley's tear-stained face and was immediately enveloped in fire, spinning rapidly - —

He also caught a glimpse of the other wizard's furnace door.

Finally, the spinning slowed, and he came to a stop in Professor McGonagall's fireplace.

"Good evening, Potter." McGonagall barely raised her head, "Try not to bring the ashes from the stove onto the carpet."

"I'll be careful, Professor," Harry promised.

Harry adjusted his glasses and smoothed his hair, and then Ron fell out of the fireplace, followed closely by Hermione, and then Ginny.

The three of them walked out of Professor McGonagall's office and walked towards Gryffindor Tower.

Harry saw the sun setting outside the window, and in the distance he saw Hagrid feeding Buckbeak.

"Harlequin's Cane," Ron shouted confidently when they arrived at the Fat Lady's portrait.

"No!" The fat lady refused him.

"What do you mean by 'no'?" Ron asked doubtfully.

"New password," she said, "and don't make so much noise."

"We've been gone for a while, how do we know-"

"The new password is 'Forbidden Hobby'" Tiera's voice suddenly appeared, but Harry looked around and didn't see Tiera.

"Very good." The fat lady seemed to have gotten used to only hearing his voice but not seeing his person. She moved forward, revealing the portrait hole.