Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Hey, Tiera, are you asleep?" Harry, who was hiding under the duvet, gently touched Tiera who was lying beside him.

"No, what's wrong Harry?" Tiera replied softly.

How could I be able to fall asleep with you tossing and turning beside me, Tiera said silently in her heart.

"No, it's nothing, I just can't sleep, um... I didn't disturb you, did I?"

"It's okay Harry, I can't sleep either." Tiera replied.

"It's unbelievable. It's like a dream. I never imagined that there really exists magic in the world, and there is a magic school." Harry sighed.

"Hey, it's like a dream, I'm still very moved after a long time of waking up." Tiera teased, but unfortunately Harry didn't understand this advanced meme, "By the way, Harry, you don't have to speak so quietly, Hagrid lives. On the first floor, we're in the attic, you can say as loudly as you want, it won't bother Hagrid."

"Oh, okay." Harry's voice improved a lot, but it was still soft, like a kitten's meowing.

Habits developed over the years of being under the control of others are not so easily reversed, and although Harry has moved away from the closet of his uncle's house, he is still the one who lives in the Gringotts vault until he sees the piles of gallons in the Gringotts vault. Little boy in the closet.

Faced with Tiera, who had a similar experience, Harry quickly reconciled, and poured everything he had just learned from Hagrid about the magical world and his parents to Tiera like beans.

And Harry's miserable life at his aunt and uncle's house for the past decade.

Although Tiera already knew about these situations through the Harry Potter series of books and movies, she still seemed to be cooperative and interested.

"There are a lot of things to buy in the admission letter..." Tiera sighed.

"Yes, Hagrid will take us to buy tomorrow morning, I can't wait." Harry said excitedly.

"Harry, are you... rich?"

"Money, money... I, I don't have it." Harry said instantly with a sullen face, "Uncle Dursley will definitely not give me money to go to magic school."

"Don't worry about Harry." After that, Tiera jumped out of bed, smeared and opened the third drawer of her desk, took out an old cowhide bag, and placed it in front of Harry through the moonlight from the skylight.

"What's this?" Harry flipped and heard the sound of metal crashing inside.

"Money." Tiera said as she opened the cowhide bag and poured out a dozen banknotes neatly arranged according to the denominations from small to large, as well as a few golden coins.

Harry's eyes seemed to straighten, he had never seen so much money in his life, whether it was the thick dozen bills or those old but golden coins.

"Tiella...this is..."

"Money, Harry, this is the money I saved from working after I ran out of the orphanage at the age of six," Tiera said.

The banknotes in the bag were about 1,100 pounds, a thick bundle of pounds of 10, 20 and 50 denominations. It was the money he had saved over the years in addition to working in restaurants and performing "magic" on the street.

The money was originally saved for airfare after he was twelve years old, when he reached the age when he could fly alone.

If this world is a parallel world to the world he has traveled through, he still has a large number of relatives in his motherland and a set of real estate. Even if he goes back to eat a hundred restaurants, it is better than wandering in a foreign country.

But an acceptance letter from Hogwarts gave him another option.

"I hope the money will cover our tuition fees," Tiera said.

"Wait, Tiera, our tuition?" Harry asked in shock.

"Yes, Harry, our tuition, if you don't have money, I can help you pay for it. I have some savings from working outside these years, um... It's much better than your situation, if it's not enough... If it's not enough... I have to These gold coins have been sold." Tiera had a sad expression on her face, and then said reluctantly, "These gold coins are the only relics my parents left me."

"Oh, no, Tierra, I can't ask for this money. This money..." Harry quickly refused.

"No, Harry, we're friends, aren't we?" Tiera said. "Friends should help each other."

"But Tiera, this...this is too much, I, I can't afford it..."

No, you can afford it, Tiera said silently in her heart.

"I don't want you to pay it back." Tiera said, "I wanted to have a good friend since I was a child, from an orphanage..."

Then Tiera added fuel to her tragic experience. She lost her father and mother when she was young, was bullied in the orphanage, and managed to escape to the streets. The dog grabbed the food until it met a kind Chinese aunt...

Of course, the middle part of the experience was made up. Although Tiera was only six years old when she escaped from the orphanage, Tiera, relying on the thinking of adults, got along well in the small group of street children. .uukanshu.com What is hungry and full, and what is eaten with wild dogs does not exist at all.

In fact, at that time, Tiera had initially gathered more than a dozen street children in London to form an organized and disciplined small group to help gangsters and hooligans on the streets of London's Old City and Lower City to pass messages or carry contraband, Occasionally there are premeditated groups of fraud or theft.

Forced by life, when he could not find a job for the first two months, Tiera was smoothed out of all the edges and corners that belonged to a scholar in his previous life. This change of abandoning his conscience was the only one in Tiera's wandering career. A rather difficult experience.

But this only comes from mental torment and self-criticism, but from material suffering.

Those months of homeless life made Tiera have many dark thoughts in her heart.

Only children will feel sorry for themselves because of their past sad experiences.

Adults should learn to use the compassion of others to earn enough benefits.

Harry didn't accept Tierra's pounds and gold coins in the end, but Tiera's open-hearted help was enough to make Harry grateful, and his nose was still twitching in bed at night. It was obvious that Harry was wrapped. Silently crying in the quilt.

This gave Tiera a faint sense of guilt.

He didn't really want to help Harry, even if Harry was the protagonist of his favorite series of movies and novels in his last life, he couldn't let him help him without reservation.

What Tiera wanted was Harry's help.

Not only from Harry's money, but also from his connections, his fame.

In his previous life, when he read those immortal novels, the four elements of wealth and law are indispensable.

The same goes for learning magic.

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