Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Since Hermione left, Harry and Ron have been playing crazy. Since everyone has gone home, almost the entire Gryffindor boys' dormitory and common room are at their disposal, and they have no mind to think about Nicolas May. .

On Christmas morning, Harry woke up early.

"Merry Christmas, Tierra!" Harry excitedly patted Tierra up as soon as he got up.

"Merry Christmas, Harry." Tierra looked up at the time, it was only six o'clock!

He and Harry were the only ones in the dormitory at this time. Ron's bed was in a mess, and he had obviously woken up early.

Since the holiday, Harry and Ron have changed their habit of staying in bed, wishing they could not sleep every day.

"Harry! Tierra! Come on!" Ron shouted excitedly in the common room.

Presents, large and small, were piled under the Christmas tree in the common room.

When Tierra and Harry arrived, Ron was pulling out a fuchsia sweater with a big R written on the front from a cardboard box with a complicated expression on his face.

"Oh yes, Harry, you have presents too." As he spoke, Ron pointed enviously at a pile of presents piled up in the other corner of the Christmas tree. Harry's pile of presents was much larger than his own.

Harry picked up the topmost packet. It was wrapped in thick brown paper, with "Hagrid to Harry" written on it

Inside was a crudely made flute, which Hagrid had apparently made himself.

Harry tried blowing.

The sound made by the flute is a bit like the hooting of an owl.

The second, very small packet contained a note.

"We've got your letter, enclosing your Christmas present. Uncle Vernon and Aunt Petunia." Taped to the note was a fiftypence piece.

"It's kind of friendly," said Harry.

Ron was fascinated by the coin.

"How queer!" he said. "Such a shape! Is this Muggle money?"

"Keep it," said Harry, laughing at Ron's ecstasy. "From Hagrid, and from my aunt and uncle... huh?"

Harry picked out a small flat, rectangular box wrapped in pale green colored paper from his pile of presents and handed it to Tierra.

"Tierra, here's a gift from you." Harry noticed this gift because it was so weird, it was only wrapped in a piece of green colored paper, there was neither a bow nor a greeting card, only a sticker on it. A piece of paper reads:

"To Tiera Wu: Merry Christmas"

Not signed.

"And my gift?" Tierra was a little surprised. He had been waiting for Harry to take off the invisibility cloak, but he didn't expect someone to give him a gift.

Tierra took the gift from Harry.

But with a sound of "pa--", the green package slipped from Tierra's hand.

Tiera shuddered.

"What's wrong with you?" Harry asked.

"Oh, no, no, it's nothing." Tierra suddenly came back to her senses, and carefully picked up the light green package from the ground.

He'd felt it the moment Tierra unwrapped it from Harry's hand.

I felt the feeling of "mosquito wings brushing the soul" in Merlin's notes.

"My hand slipped." Tierra said, and silently put the gift on the tea table next to the stove.

"Aren't you going to open it?" Ron asked curiously.

"Chinese people are not used to opening gifts in public." Tierra casually found an excuse to prevaricate.

"Let me open it for you!" Ron said, reaching out to get Tierra's gift.

"No!" Tiera took a step faster than Ron, took the small package in her hand first, and stuffed it behind her back.

"This is... this is a Chinese custom." Tierra said, "This is a Chinese Muggle Christmas custom. You have to respect us."

"Oh, okay." Ron shrugged helplessly.

Although Harry was a little strange, but seeing Tierra's resolute face, he had no choice but to give up.

Harry continued to tear open the paper packet, and saw a thick bright green hand-knitted sweater, and a large box of homemade fudge.

"She knits us a sweater every year," said Ron, opening his own packet. "Mine are always burgundy."

"She's so sweet," said Harry, tasting a piece of fudge and finding it very sweet.

The next present... three presents to be exact, also sugar, was a large box of chocolates in the shape of a horseshoe from Hermione to Harry, Ron and Tierra.

There is one last packet left. Harry picked it up and felt it, it was very light.

Harry gently opened the paper bag.

Something liquid-like, silvery-gray, slid to the floor and gathered in a glistening heap. Ron gasped.

"I've heard of it," he said under his breath, tossing aside the box of chocolates Hermione had given them. "If I think right, this thing is very rare and very precious."

"What is it?"

Harry picked up the gleaming silver fabric from the floor.

It feels strange in the hand, as if it were woven with water.

"It's an invisibility cloak!" Tierra looked at the long-distance jacket excitedly and said, "Hurry up and try it on."

Harry threw the Invisibility Cloak over his shoulders, and Ron let out a cry.

Harry looked down at his feet, strangely enough, they had disappeared. he

Rush to the front of the mirror in three steps and two steps. That's right, in the mirror, only his head was suspended in mid-air, and his body was completely invisible.

He pulled the cloak over his head, and he was completely invisible in the mirror.

"There's a note!" said Ron suddenly. "A note fell out of it!"

Harry took off his robes and grabbed the letter. On it, in a thin, circled script he had never seen before, were written the following lines:

"Your father left this to me before he died. It should be returned to you now. Put it to good use. Merry Christmas to you from the bottom of my heart."

No signature either.

Harry stared at the note in a daze, while Ron marveled at the Invisibility Cloak.

Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins who also stayed at school played with Harry's invisibility cloak all day.

Of course, Tierra also tried wearing it on her body.

But Tierra has been a little absent-minded.

And whenever Harry asked what was wrong with Tierra, Tierra always returned to her previous faint smile.

The Christmas carnival that night was lavish.

But Tierra was unusually late.

After all the little wizards went to the Christmas party, Tierra quietly took out the light green package.

He squeezed it lightly, and there was only a layer of green colored paper on the outside of the package. The inside was not a box, but soft and elastic.

It's a book, Tierra judged immediately.

Because he felt the spine and hard cover of the book.

Tierra wasn't going to open the present.

Because whatever is wrapped inside is definitely a very, very powerful and eerie dark magic item.

Otherwise, Tierra would not have caught the "traces of magic" the first time he came into contact with this gift.

Tierra threw the book straight into the fire in the Gryffindor common room, letting the blaze consume the gift.

After throwing the presents into the fire, Tierra wanted to go to the banquet.

However, when he turned around, he saw from the corner of his eye that the gift had only been burned off in its green packaging, revealing the black sealed notebook inside.

On the cover of the notebook was written a line of words:

"Tom Marvolo Riddle"

Sorry for the late update today.

First, after more than 100,000 words of foreshadowing, I am going to start the collapse of the plot ahead of schedule, so I have to make some changes to the development and outline of the follow-up plot (Part 2 → Part 4).

Second, I have a report to do this weekend, and I have been busy doing PPT and processing data these days.

So there may be only one update these days, I am very sorry, cuties.

I will make up for it three times a day when I finish my work~

Thank you very much for the reward of 100 dot coins from KC sauce~