Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Chapter 411: "Story Collection of Poet Bedou"

Harry had a restless sleep on his last night at Order of the Phoenix headquarters.

His parents kept walking through his dreams, but never spoke.

Mrs. Weasley wept bitterly over Kreacher's body, while Ron and Hermione looked on with their crowns on.

And the most unbearable thing for Harry was that he dreamed of Tiera again—

He dreamed of the night Voldemort was resurrected, and he dreamed of Tierra again.

He dreamed again how Tiera stood in front of him, and he dreamed about how Tiera died at the hands of Voldemort—

Then Harry woke up suddenly, his scar aching, and found Ron dressed and talking to him.

"Hurry up, hurry up, mom is going to lose her temper." Ron said hurriedly, "She said we might not catch the train!"

The entire Black ancestral home was in chaos.

Harry dressed as fast as he could, guessing from what he heard that it seemed like Fred and George had enchanted their trunks so they could fly downstairs instead of having to carry them themselves, and the trunks collided. To Ginny, she rolled down two stairs in a row and fell into the hallway. Mrs Black and Mrs Weasley screamed at the same time.

"—Ginny was bruised by you! You two idiots—"

"—Dirty **** who dare to defile my ancestor's house—"

While Harry was putting on his soft-soled sneakers, Hermione hurried into the room, looking nervous.

Hedwig stood staggeringly on her shoulders, with Crookshanks moving in her arms.

"Mom and Dad just brought Hedwig back," said Hermione.

The owl flapped its wings very understandingly and flew over and landed on its cage.

"Are you ready?" Hermione asked.

"Almost there. Is Ginny all right?" Harry asked, putting on his glasses.

"Mrs. Weasley gave her a simple bandage."

Hermione said, "But now Mad-Eye is complaining that we can't go without Storgy Podmore, or we'll be missing one guard."

"Guards?" said Harry. "Are we going to need guards at King's Cross?"

"It's you who needs guards to go to King's Cross," Hermione corrected.

"Why?" said Harry impatiently. "I think Voldemort is lurking right now, waiting for his moment. Are you going to tell me he's going to jump out of a dumpster and kill me?"

"I don't know, that's what Crazy told Han anyway." Hermione shrugged absentmindedly, then looked at her watch, "If we don't leave soon, we're sure to miss—"

"Merlin's beard, I ask you to hurry down now!" Mrs. Weasley from the downstairs roared, Hermione jumped up as if scalded by boiling water, and ran out of the house in a hurry.

Harry grabbed Hedwig as well, stuffed it into the cage haphazardly, followed Hermione with the suitcase, and stumbled down the stairs.

Running downstairs, Harry saw Mrs. Black's portrait in the stairwell yelling angrily, but no one went to draw the curtains over her.

Anyway, the noise in the hallway would definitely wake her up again.

After a series of jumps, Harry and the others finally boarded the Hogwarts Express before the train was ready to drive.

But Harry wasn't much happier about boarding the Hogwarts Express.

Because they came very late, there was no empty carriage on the express train that could fit three people at the same time.

George Weasley and Fred Weasley first met Lee Jordan, squeezed with the lean Lee Jordan, and barely squeezed into a box.

Then Ginny met her roommate, and there was just a vacant seat in that box.

In the end, only Harry, Ron, and Hermione had to move on.

Harry lifted Hedwig's cage with one hand and grabbed the handle of the box with the other, and they trudged down the aisle, peering through the glass doors into the boxes, which were already full of people.

Harry couldn't help noticing that many people were staring at him with great interest, and a few were elbowing and pointing at the people sitting next to him.

This was the case for five carriages in a row, and Harry remembered what the Daily Prophet had been telling readers all summer about what a liar and show-off he was.

Although the Daily Prophet stopped these reports after his hearing, similarly, the Daily Prophet did not clarify the content of the previous reports.

Harry was a little depressed and wondered if these people who were staring at him and whispering at the same time believed those lies.

In the last car, they met Neville Longbottom and Luna Lovegood.

There were only two people sitting in the last box.

"Hello, Luna." Harry opened the box door and greeted happily.

The girl sitting by the window raised her head. She had tousled, waist-length pale blond hair, very light eyebrows, and eyes a pale blue like the sky.

Today's Luna put her wand behind her left ear, like Harry's uncle puts out a cigarette.

Luna also wore a necklace strung with Butterbeer corks and held a thick book with a cover that looked like a fairy tale.

"Hello, Harry." Luna smiled lightly.

Harry and Luna had a brief encounter last semester because of Tierra.

But since then, there has been almost no conversation between the few and Luna.

Because whether Harry, Ron, or Hermione all agreed that this girl was a little crazy.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione put their luggage on the luggage rack and sat down.

Luna put down the fairy tale book in her hand and looked at them. The name of the book was "Tales of Bedouin the Poet".

Luna didn't seem to need to blink as often as ordinary people, but just kept staring at Harry, who was sitting opposite her and was a little embarrassed by Luna's stare.

"Cough cough... Did you have a good summer vacation, Luna?" After a long silence, Harry felt that he still had to say something, so after a dry cough~lightnovelpub.net~ asked dryly .

"Yeah... summer vacation..." Luna said in a trance, her eyes still fixed on Harry, "Yeah, I had a good time."

Then Luna stopped talking, still staring at Harry like that.

The whole box fell into a long silence again.

"This book looks very interesting." After a while, Hermione couldn't take it anymore and pointed to the book in Luna's hand.

"Oh, this..." After Luna closed the book, she waved it in her hand, "It was sent to me by Tiera, saying she wanted to wish me a happy birthday."

"Crack—"

"Crack—"

Ron, sitting between Harry and Hermione, swore he heard two snaps from his knuckles.

"It should have been sent to me by Tiera." Luna seemed to have not heard at all, and continued, "But my birthday is on February 13th. I don't know why it arrived last week."

"Oh? Really?" Hermione asked with a slight smile, "Then can I take a look?"

"Okay." Luna naturally handed the book to Hermione, "Anyway, I've read this book several times."

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