Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Hey, Tierra, are you asleep?" Harry, who was hiding under the blanket, lightly touched Tierra who was lying beside him.

"No, what's the matter Harry?" Tierra replied softly.

How can I sleep with you tossing and turning beside me, Tierra said silently in her heart.

"No, it's nothing, just can't sleep, um... I didn't bother you, did I?"

"It's okay Harry, I can't sleep either." Tierra replied.

"It's simply unbelievable, just like a dream. I never imagined that there is magic and magic schools in this world." Harry sighed.

"Hehe, it's like a dream. I'm still very touched after waking up for a long time." Tierra teased, but Harry didn't understand this advanced stalk, "By the way, Harry, you don't need to speak so softly, Hagrid lives It's on the ground floor, we're in the attic, and you can talk as loudly as you want without disturbing Hagrid."

"Oh, ok." Harry's voice raised a lot, but it was still very soft, like a kitten meowing.

The habit formed over the years of living under the fence is not so easily reversed. Although Harry has moved away from the closet at his uncle's house, he was still the one who lived in the closet before he saw the pile of Galleons in the Gringotts vault. The little boy in the closet.

Facing Tierra, who had a similar experience, Harry quickly made up his mind, and poured everything he had just learned from Hagrid about the wizarding world and his parents to Tierra.

And Harry's miserable life at his aunt's and uncle's for the past ten years.

Although Tierra had already known about these situations through the Harry Potter series of books and movies, she still acted cooperatively and interested.

"There are a lot of things to buy in the admission letter..." Tierra sighed.

"Yes, Hagrid will take us shopping tomorrow morning, I can't wait." Harry said excitedly.

"Harry, are you... rich?"

"Money, money... I, I don't have it." Harry said with a slumped face instantly, "Uncle Dursley will definitely not give me money to let me go to a magic school."

"Don't worry about Harry." After saying that, Tierra jumped out of bed, opened the third drawer of her desk, took out an old leather bag, and put it in front of Harry through the moonlight from the skylight.

"What's this?" Harry shook, hearing the sound of metal banging inside.

"Money." Tierra said while opening the cowhide bag, and poured out a dozen banknotes neatly arranged in ascending order of denomination, and a few glittering gold coins.

Harry's eyes seemed to straighten. He had never seen so much money in his life, whether it was the thick dozen bills or the old, but golden gold coins.

"Tiera... this is..."

"Money, Harry, this is the money I saved from working after I ran away from the orphanage at the age of six," Tierra said.

The banknotes in the bag are about 1,100 pounds, a thick bundle of 10, 20 and 50 pounds, which is the money he has saved over the years besides working in restaurants and performing "magic tricks" on the street.

The money was originally saved for air tickets after he turned twelve, when he reached the age when he could fly alone.

If this world and the world he crossed over were parallel worlds, he would still have a large number of relatives in his motherland and a set of real estate. Even if he went back to eat hundreds of meals, it would be better than being alone in a foreign country.

But an admission letter from Hogwarts brought him another choice.

"I hope this money is enough for our tuition." Tierra said.

"Wait, Tierra, our tuition?" Harry asked in shock.

"Yes, Harry, our tuition fee, if you don't have money, I can help you pay the tuition fee, I have saved a little from working outside these years, um...much better than your situation, if it's not enough...if it's not enough ...I have no choice but to sell these few gold coins." Tierra had a sad look on her face, and then said reluctantly, "These few gold coins are the only relics left to me by my parents."

"Oh, no, Tierra, I can't have, this money. This money..." Harry quickly refused.

"No, Harry, we're friends, aren't we?" Tierra said, "Friends are supposed to help each other."

"But Tierra, this... this is too much, I, I can't afford it..."

No, you still have to afford it, Tierra said silently in her heart.

"I don't want you to pay it back." Tierra said, "I hope to have a good friend since I was a child, from the orphanage..."

Then Tierra narrated her tragic experience again and again. She lost her father and mother when she was young, was bullied in the orphanage, fled to the street with great difficulty, often starved, and even fought with wild animals. The dog snatched the food until he met a kind Chinese aunt...

Of course, the experience in the middle was fabricated. Although Tierra was only six years old when she escaped from the orphanage, Tierra relied on adult thinking to get along like a fish in water among the small group of street children. After a full meal, there is no such thing as grabbing food with wild dogs.

In fact, Tierra at that time had initially gathered more than a dozen street children in London to form an organized and disciplined small group, helping the gangs and gangsters on the streets of Old London and the Lower City to deliver news or carry contraband. Occasionally there is premeditated organized fraud or theft.

Forced by life, when he couldn't find a job in the first two months, Tierra was smoothed out all the edges and corners of his previous life that belonged to scholars. This transformation of abandoning conscience is the only one in Tierra's wandering life It's been a tough experience.

But this only comes from mental torture and self-condemnation, not material suffering.

The wandering life of those months left Tierra with many dark thoughts in her heart.

It is only the children who feel sorry for themselves about the sad experiences of the past.

Adults must learn to use the sympathy of others to earn enough benefits.

Tierra's pound and gold coins Harry still did not accept in the end, but Tierra's open-hearted help was enough to make Harry tearful, lying on the bed at night with his nose still twitching, obviously Harry was wrapped Weeping silently in the quilt.

This made Tiera feel a slight sense of guilt.

He didn't really want to help Harry, even if Harry was the protagonist of his favorite series of movies and novels in his previous life, he couldn't help him unreservedly.

It was Harry's help that Tierra wanted.

Not just from Harry's money, but also his connections, his fame.

He read those immortal novels in his previous life, and the four factors of wealth, law and land were indispensable.

The same goes for learning magic.