Harry Potter and the Old Ones

On December 26, 1995, a plane took off from London Airport in England and landed at Beijing Capital Airport after more than ten hours of flight.

Because it is the Christmas holiday in the West, there are not many passengers on this plane. Most of them are international students who have not bought return tickets before Christmas.

One of them was about fourteen or fifteen years old, a tall and thin Chinese boy wearing a gold-trimmed red cotton-padded jacket mixed with the wanderers who returned home.

"Next!" The airport staff sitting in the glass window shouted at the back.

The Chinese-American teenager took a step forward with a solitary suitcase, and handed the passport to the other side of the bulletproof glass.

"Tierra Wu?" The security guard sitting inside the bulletproof glass window read this somewhat strange name, "British?"

"No, always Chinese." Tiera smiled lightly.

"Okay, you can go over there." The security guard didn't ask any more questions. After checking the relevant procedures and confirming that the photo on the passport was his own, the customs did not embarrass Tiella, and after stamping a stamp, they were released.

"Thank you." Tiera said, putting away her passport.

Tiera, who passed the customs smoothly, did not have an phantom, but walked outside the airport like an ordinary person without magic, and got into one of the taxis waiting in line to solicit customers.

"Master, are you going?" Tiera said in pure Chinese.

"Going, where are you going?" The driver seemed to be a Beijinger and asked in an authentic Beijing accent.

"Go to heaven..." Tiera paused, then changed her mind temporarily, "Go to Qianmen Street."

"Okay." The driver stepped on the accelerator, and the taxi rode on the empty airport highway.

Tiera watched the surrounding scene become bustling little by little—

Little by little, Tiera retrieved the vague memories of her childhood in her previous life—

The Bird's Nest Water Cube and Pangu Building, which were once famous at home and abroad, are still just rice fields.

Because it's winter now, the rice fields are still barren, revealing the hard-frozen land.

When the car drove through a residential area like lightning, a familiar pale white residential building was reflected in Tiera's eyes.

Building 12!

That building! It was the building where he lived as a child—

Unfortunately, the taxi was running too fast, and the building was quickly left behind—

The taxi drove for a while, passing a brightly lit hotel——

It was the place where their family had their New Year's Eve dinner one year... If I remember correctly, it should have been 2001. In his last life, when he was 16 and just entered high school, the family celebrated his achievement in the final exam of the first semester of high school. Seventeen's good grades, the family decided to spend this Spring Festival outside.

After that, Tiera never encountered anything familiar.

"A total of 56." The master knocked down the meter and said.

Tiera took out a hundred dollars from her pocket.

"keep the change."

After speaking, Tiera got out of the taxi with her suitcase, raised her hand and glanced at her watch - 9:36

With plenty of time, Tiera deliberately took the flight yesterday afternoon.

So Tiera did not rush to East Street, but lingered in the shops on the left and right sides of Qianmen Street—

Just like what his parents often took him to do when he was a child in his previous life.

At that time, there were no entertainment activities, and they had no money. Either his parents would let Tiera live in the rice fields next to their community, and the pond would attract cats, dogs, insects, and frogs.

Or on weekends, the family dressed up and came to Qianmen Street, walked east, looked west, and strolled from Qianmen Street to the Monument to the People's Heroes——

And if Tiera does well at school this week, his parents will treat him to KFC at noon.

That was the happiest time of Tiera's childhood. The whole Qianmen Street, the university and the paddy field in front of his house constituted all of Tiera's impressions of the Beijing city where he lived when he was a child.

At 11:15, Tiera, who stopped and walked on Qianmen Street, finally stopped at the entrance of the Memorial Hall.

After showing her passport and going through the security check, Tiera was put inside the memorial hall.

Because the visit in the morning was almost over, there were not too many people in the entire memorial hall. The suitcase in Tiera's hand was placed at the entrance security check, and Tiera came to the viewing hall empty-handed——

Tiera didn't do anything else, but left the Memorial Hall before closing at noon at 11:30.

Carrying a suitcase, Tiera looked back at the door of the memorial hall, then turned around resolutely, took a few steps forward, and disappeared into the empty street out of thin air.

Meanwhile, England, the Scottish Highlands.

Tiera appeared in the tallest building in Hogwarts, on the observatory. Tiera looked at the magnificent castle of Hogwarts, the surrounding mountains, rivers, and the vast forbidden forest—

And the dark tide of evil and corrupt bureaucracy lurking beneath the magical world.

"Capitalists, bureaucrats, and rural terrorists—"

"Your proletarian grandfather is back!"