Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Harry spent the rest of the summer weighing and thinking about what Tiera had said that night.

But before Harry could think about it, he was hit by all kinds of complicated information that came like snowflakes, making his head dizzy——

"The German Ministry of Magic announces its acceptance of unequal treaties and unconditional surrender"

"The American Magical Association announces its acceptance of unequal treaties and unconditional surrender"

"The French Ministry of Magic announces its acceptance of the unequal treaty and unconditional surrender"

News like this appear on the front page of the Daily Prophet every day.

It wasn't until every European and American Ministry of Magic that Harry knew about had signed unequal treaties that the Daily Prophet finally started reporting something else.

As the reports from these newspapers came in one after another, Mrs. Weasley's mood seemed to have stabilized a lot. But it didn't seem to be stable yet——

"Oh my goodness!"

Just as Harry grabbed a pile of dirty Quidditch robes and left the house, preparing to take them to the laundry room downstairs to be cleaned with magic, Harry heard Mrs. Weasley scream in surprise.

Mrs. Weasley has been urging them these past few days to pack all the laundry and luggage before school starts. Downstairs he met Ginny, who was returning to her room with freshly washed laundry.

"What's the matter, Mum?" Ginny obviously heard Mrs. Weasley's scream. She was stunned for a moment, then blushed and threw her newly washed clothes into Harry's arms, facing Mrs. Weasley. The kitchen where he was was rushed over.

"Look at this!" Mrs. Weasley handed Ginny the newspaper she had been holding, "It's terrible!"

"What happened, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry hesitated for a long time, gently placed his dirty clothes and Ginny's clean clothes on the floor, and then ran to the kitchen.

"Here, Harry, look." Ginny had obviously finished reading the contents of the newspaper, folded the newspaper in her hand, and then handed it to Harry.

"Report of the Missing Muggles from Bradford"

According to people familiar with the matter, at about 7:00 pm on August 19, Auror Abduremu Franco, Level 4 of the Auror Department of the Magical Federation, and his deputy, Auror Roger Latin Gur, Level 3, were on their daily duties. During the process, the black magic monitor invented by Mr. Tiera detected a sudden and extremely strong black magic fluctuation in the town of Bullard, located near the Welsh mountains.

Now the Auror Department of the Magic Federation has dispatched the seventh-level Auror Francis Sailer and two sixth-level Aurors to investigate.

The investigation results showed that all the Muggle residents in the town had disappeared, and there was no trace of fighting or other magic except for an incomplete altar composed of unknown words that could not be parsed by existing magical languages.

The Auror Department of the Magical Federation has sealed off the town and sent the master of ritual magic, Don Quixote Somle, to investigate. The specific situation has not yet been ascertained. "

After Harry finished reading this short report, which only occupied a small frame less than the size of a palm, he flipped through the other pages strangely.

"Well, what's wrong?" Harry asked in confusion, "This must not be a Death Eater attack, right? I didn't see the Mark of the Dark Lord written on the report."

"No, on the contrary. This was most likely done by Death Eaters or even the mysterious man himself." Mrs. Weasley shook her head and said, "There is news from the Order of the Phoenix."

Halfway through, Mrs. Weasley seemed to be stunned for a moment, then shook her head and stopped talking.

"What?" Harry asked confused.

"No." Mrs. Weasley seemed to hesitate for a while and finally made up her mind before saying, "Okay, Harry, I think you should also know about this."

"What's the matter, Mrs. Weasley?" Harry asked confused.

"There is news from the Order of the Phoenix," Mrs. Weasley suddenly lowered her voice, "that Voldemort is plotting something recently."

"What?" Harry couldn't help but lower his voice and asked, "What is he planning?"

"I don't know." Mrs. Weasley shook her head, "Voldemort is very mysterious, and due to some of Tiera's policies, more and more pure-blood wizards have been directed to Voldemort, which makes our intelligence work difficult. Do."

"But this means that you must be careful recently. Whether in Hogwarts or here, you are not allowed to act alone. No, to be precise, any random actions are not allowed. , things like what happened in June when you took a bunch of half-grown boys and dared to break into the Ministry of Magic alone will never happen again. We have reason to suspect that Voldemort is probably going to deal with you."

"Then let him come." Harry said indifferently, "I believe Tiera will not give Voldemort a chance to escape this time."

"What about your safety?" Mrs. Weasley said in a tone of hatred, "Tiera may be able to defeat Voldemort, but what if Voldemort is staring at you and wants to kill you? Can you guarantee Tiera Can you rescue me in time?"

"These damn reporters, such a big thing didn't report in more detail." Mrs. Weasley said angrily, "At first they were against Tiera, one by one, but now they are all rushing to praise Tiera. , to flatter."

"Alas" Mrs. Weasley muttered helplessly, "I hope Arthur can get some more specific information from within the Magic Federation."

"Okay, go upstairs quickly and pack the clothes and books you are going to bring to school. Don't rush to pack them at the last minute every time, like that sloppy Ron." With that, Mrs. Weasley He took the newspaper out of Harry's hand, rolled it up, and gently knocked on Harry's back, trying to drive Harry back upstairs.

"Oh, okay." Harry then remembered that he still had a pile of dirty clothes outside the kitchen, on the floor near the stairs. If Mrs. Weasley saw it, she would start nagging again, so haha Leigh jogged a few steps and ran back to the stairs before Mrs. Weasley walked out of the kitchen and picked up the pile of clothes.

"Ah, I'm sorry, Ginny." When Harry turned around and wanted to walk towards the laundry room at the other end of the living room on the first floor, he noticed that Ginny was following him with a blushing face, "I soiled your clothes again. .Let me wash it for you."

"No need." Ginny said, reaching out and snatching the pile of clothes from Harry's arms——

Including her own freshly washed clothes and the original dirty Quidditch uniform in Harry's arms.

"Let me wash it for you," Ginny said, pretending to be generous. "I've packed it up anyway, and there's nothing else to do. I don't want to be asked by my mother to peel the bean sprouts for her."

"Ah" Harry hesitated, "Okay. Thank you, Ginny."