Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"We need an alarm, Fawkes!" Dumbledore stroked the golden feathers on Fawkes' head with one finger.

Fox woke up.

There was only a flash of fire and the phoenix disappeared.

Then Dumbledore walked up to another portrait, this one of a wise-looking wizard with a goatee, wearing silver and green Slytherin clothes.

"Phineas," said Dumbledore, "I need you to take another trip to your other portrait -"

"Take a trip to that portrait of mine?" Phineas said sharply, "Oh, no, Dumbledore, I'm too tired tonight!"

Phineas's voice sounded familiar to Harry. Where have you heard that?

Before he could think about it, the surrounding portraits suddenly erupted in protest.

"Disobedience, sir!" shouted a fat wizard with a red nose, waving his fist. "Disobeying your duty!"

"We have an obligation to serve the current Headmaster of Hogwarts!" Armando Dippet shouted, "Don't be ashamed, Phineas!"

"Do you want me to convince him, Dumbledore?" A shrewd-eyed witch raised a very thick wand, like a birch branch.

"Oh, well," said Phineas, glancing at the wand a little fearfully, "although he may have destroyed my portrait by now, he has destroyed most of the house -"

"Sirius will not destroy your portrait." Dumbledore said calmly.

Harry suddenly remembered where he had heard Phineas's voice: coming from the seemingly empty picture frame in the bedroom of No. 12 Grimmauld Place.

"You have to tell him that Arthur Weissley has been seriously injured and that his wife, children and Harry Potter will be at his house soon. Do you understand?"

"Arthur Weasley is injured, his wife, kids and Harry Potter are coming." Phineas said lazily, "Okay, okay, okay."

He slipped out of the picture frame, and at this moment the door to the study room opened again, and Fred, George and Ginny were led in by Professor McGonagall. All three of them were still wearing pajamas, with messy hair and frightened expressions.

"Harry! What, what's going on?" Ginny asked fearfully, "Professor McGonagall said you saw that Dad was injured -"

"Your father was injured while working for the Order of the Phoenix." Dumbledore said before Harry could speak. "He has been sent to St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries. I am going to send you back to Sirius's residence. It's easier to get to the hospital than The Burrow, where you'll meet your mother."

"How are we going to get there?" Fred asked worriedly, "Should we use floo powder?"

"No," Dumbledore said, "Floo fans are not safe at the moment. The entire Hogwarts Floo network is under surveillance. You must use other methods to get there. All you have to do now is wait for Phineas Nigellus to come back." , I want to make sure there is no danger before I send you there—"

A fire flashed in the center of the room, leaving a golden feather floating lightly to the ground.

"It's Fawkes' alarm." Dumbledore caught the feather and said, "Professor Umbridge must know that you are not in bed, Tiera!"

Dumbledore suddenly shouted, which shocked Tiera who was watching the show in the divine dimension.

"Take them back to No. 12 Grimmauld Place, Tiera." Dumbledore shouted to the deserted place.

"Tiera?" Professor McGonagall asked doubtfully, "Dumbledore, you..."

"We'll talk about it later." After Dumbledore finished speaking, he stood there quietly.

Professor McGonagall looked around doubtfully.

"Alas..." Tiera sighed, raised her hand and drew a square with her finger towards Dumbledore's office.

"Bang——"

There was a very slight crackling sound, and a crooked light door appeared in front of Harry, as if it were a square frame drawn by someone.

Through the light door, Harry could see the dark underground kitchen of No. 12 Grimmauld Place on the other side.

The only source of light was the fire and a flickering candle, illuminating the deserted remnants of dinner.

Harry saw Kreacher disappearing through the entrance hall, loincloth pulled back, looking back at them with malice and shock.

"Someone! Help!" Harry heard Kreacher shouting in that hoarse voice, "It's been robbed! It's been robbed!"

Sirius heard the sound and ran towards them quickly, looking very anxious, but obviously looked shocked after seeing the light door.

Sirius had not shaved and was still wearing daytime clothes. The two spaces seemed to be completely connected. The smell of old wine on Sirius' body, which was a bit like Mundungus's body, floated in clearly through the light door.

"Albus!" Professor McGonagall asked sternly, "What is this? What is going on?"

"I'll explain in a moment." Dumbledore said with a smile, and then looked at Harry and the Weasley children:

"What are you waiting for? Come over quickly, I will ask your classmates to help pack your luggage."

Harry, Ron, Ginny and the Weasley twins were pushed into the light door by Professor McGonagall in a state of confusion.

As soon as they walked in, the light door closed immediately and disappeared in an instant. Only Professor McGonagall and Dumbledore were left in the principal's office.

"Okay, tell me what's going on, Albus." Professor McGonagall put her hands on her waist and asked sternly.

"It's a bit too late today, why don't we..."

"You haven't changed into your pajamas yet," said Professor McGonagall. "It's not too late. Let's talk about it, Albus."

"Hmm...Okay." Dumbledore stroked his beard, "Then we might as well ask the person involved to explain it. Come out, Tiera."

Dumbledore shouted into the air, but——

No one showed up, nothing changed at all.

"Tiera!" Dumbledore was not in a hurry, but calmly shouted again, "Your materials..."

"I'm here, Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall." A voice came from behind Professor McGonagall.

Mag quickly turned his head and saw Tiera's figure in the mirror above the pensieve -

"Long time no see, Professor McGonagall." Tierra said with a smile, while giving Dumbledore a sharp look.

"Tiera?" Professor McGonagall shouted in surprise, taking a few steps back as if she was frightened.

"Don't be afraid, Professor McGonagall." Tiera said in a faint tone, "I just came to ask for Dumbledore's life~~~"

"Ahem, be serious." Dumbledore coughed and said.

"Okay, okay." Tiera corrected her attitude helplessly, "To put it simply, I predicted that Harry would be killed by Voldemort in the final stage of the Triwizard Tournament. I used a little trick to save Harry. I signed up for the Triwizard Tournament, and at the same time changed my fate at the last stage of the Triwizard Tournament, forcibly changing the ending of Harry's death at the cost of my own death."

"But obviously I don't want to die myself, so before the third level, with the help of Professor Dumbledore -" Tiera added an accent to the word "Professor Dumbledore", "I converted to Devil, Voldemort did kill my body but my soul and magic remained intact, that's about it."

After finishing a series of words, Tiera quietly observed Professor McGonagall and her reaction.

To be honest, the last person Tiera wanted to know about her resurrection was Professor McGonagall.

That meant that he might have to face the anger of being deceived by this professor who was as strict as his old mother, but——

"It's good that you're still alive." Professor McGonagall seemed relieved.

"As long as you're alive..." Professor McGonagall repeated, "Welcome back, Tiera."