Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 385

The hottest day since summer was finally coming to an end, and the big boxy houses on Privet Drive were enveloped in a sleepy silence.

The cars that usually shine brightly are all parked in the driveway in gray, and the green grass that used to be green has become withered and yellow——

Due to the drought, watering hoses have been banned.

The residents of Privet Road, whose usual pastimes are cleaning cars and mowing lawns, can't do either of these things, so they have to hide in their shady houses, open their windows wide, and hope to blow in the air. A cool breeze exists.

There was only one person outside, a boy in his teens. At this time, he was sitting on the swing in boredom, staring blankly ahead.

The swing is located in a park not far from Privet Drive. Harry passed by the park the summer before the start of third grade, when he had just blown his aunt into a balloon, and Harry was in this park. The first time I met Sirius Black.

Harry stayed here all summer vacation, wandering aimlessly on the swing, as if this was the only way to make him forget his troubles and his sorrows.

The owl always sent letters from Ron and Hermione, his two best friends besides Tiera.

Harry had hoped that their letter would bring him news, or at least talk to himself about Tiera, but—

"...about that, we can't say too much, we were told not to talk about anything important, lest our letters be sent to germanium. We're very busy right now, but I can't go into details with you here, A lot has happened, and we'll tell you when we meet you."

This is the birthday card Hermione wrote to him.

Neither Hermione nor Ron had talked about Tiera, as if there was no such person at all.

This made Harry feel somewhat annoyed and uncontrollable sadness.

Harry's temper was getting more and more irritable, and his mind was always reminiscent of the night when Tiera was killed by Voldemort, how Tiera rushed between him and Voldemort, and his Disarming Charm and Voldemort's Life-Throwing Curse were How did Tiera hit, how did the light in Tiera's eyes disappear——

Harry remembered it clearly.

Even if he was lucky enough to escape the nightmare about Tierra, he would have dreams of long, dark corridors, each with a dead end or locked door, and these dreams made him uneasy, and he Guess this is probably related to the beast-like emotion he had when he was awake.

The scar on his forehead was often tingling and uncomfortable, but he knew that Ron, Hermione and Sirius wouldn't be very interested in it.

In the past, his scar pain bouts heralded Voldemort's power growing again, but now that Voldemort is back, they'll probably remind him that this periodic bout of pain was expected and nothing to worry about, It's not news anymore.

This is so unfair, the resentment in his heart keeps accumulating, and he really wants to shout out loud.

If it wasn't for him, no one would even know that Voldemort was back!

And what he got in return was that he was trapped in Little Whinging for four weeks, completely losing contact with the wizarding world——

He didn't know how long he had been sitting on the swing, when someone else's voice interrupted his contemplation.

Harry looked up, and the lights on the surrounding streets cast a dim light.

He could see a group of figures walking through the playground, one of them humming a vulgar song, the others laughing.

There was also a slight "ding ding ding ding" sound, which was the sound of several expensive racing cars they were pushing away.

Harry knew who those people were.

The one at the head was undoubtedly his cousin Dudley Dursley, who was walking home with his gang of friends.

Dudley is still as tall as he used to be, but a year of strict control over his meals, coupled with a newly developed talent, has greatly improved his physique.

Uncle Vernon was delighted to say that Dudley had recently become the Southeastern Junior Heavyweight Interscholastic Boxing Champion.

This "noble sport," as Uncle Vernon called it, made Dudley even more intimidating.

When Harry was in elementary school, he played Dudley's first lob in his boxing practice. At that time, he felt that Dudley was strong enough. Now Harry has no fear of his cousin, and even--

Harry always had the urge to see Dudley's stupid look—

Wanted to point Dudley with the tip of his wand.

The urge to read "cutting the heart out".

Harry watched the dark figures walk across the grass, wondering who they had beaten up again tonight.

"He's oohing like a pig, doesn't he?" Harry heard a man behind Dudley say as the gang walked in, and the others gave wild laughter.

"Five for one." Harry said, not knowing what happened today, he always felt inexplicable anger.

"Oh? How dare you say that?" Dudley said strangely, "At least I'm not afraid of my pillow."

"Don't kill Tiera!" Dudley suddenly screamed in a shrill voice, and his friends behind him let out a rude bark again.

"Shut up!" Harry yelled angrily.

"Who is Tiera?" Dudley suddenly asked with a strange expression, "Your boyfriend?"

"Shut up!" Harry yelled. "Shut up, Dudley, I'm warning you!"

"'Help me, Dad! Mom, help me! He killed Tiera! Dad, help me! He's going to—'Don't point that thing at me!'" Dudley Continue to speak yin and yang strangely.

"Shut up!" Harry stood up suddenly and aimed his wand impartially at Dudley's heart—

Harry felt his fourteen years of hatred for Dudley now surging in his veins—

He was really willing to give up everything, as long as he could make a good move and cast a powerful curse on Dudley, so that he could only crawl home like a reptile, speechless.

There seemed to be a voice in Harry's ear all the time, and there was a voice that seemed to let him use a curse, let him use a curse, just when Harry couldn't help it——

"Never be angry with someone who isn't worth it, something that isn't worth it."

Tiera's voice suddenly echoed in Harry's ears, like pouring a basin of cold water, which calmed Harry down.

Just as Harry was about to slowly put away his wand—

Dudley in front of Harry suddenly shuddered strangely, gasping for breath, as if he was soaking wet with icy cold water.

In the dark night, something strange happened. The dark blue night sky sprinkled with stars suddenly became pitch black, without a trace of light——

The stars~www.mtlnovel.com~the moon, the dim street lights at both ends of the alley, all disappeared at once.

The rumbling of cars driving by in the distance and the rustling of nearby leaves were also inaudible.

The mild and pleasant night just now suddenly became bitterly cold. They were enveloped in an impenetrable, deep, silent darkness, as if a giant hand covered the alley with a thick, icy curtain so that they could not see anything.

At the same time, on the snow in the Alps thousands of miles away from Privet Drive, Tiera sighed slowly.

"What's the matter?" Dumbledore, who was walking in front of Tiera, asked hesitantly.

"It's nothing." Tiera said helplessly, "You have to find a psychological counselor for Harry. Sooner or later, he will have a big mess."

"Then whose fault do you think this is?" Dumbledore stopped and looked at Tiera with pity on his face, making Tiera's heart tremble.

"My fault, my fault, right?" Tiera said impatiently, "Let's go, let's go, I don't understand, we both can fly, but why do we have to walk to Nurmengard ?"

Dumbledore smiled, but did not answer Tiera, but continued to walk forward step by step.

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