Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 415 The Tales of Beedle the Bard

Harry didn't sleep well on his last night at the Order of the Phoenix headquarters.

His parents kept appearing in his dreams, but never spoke.

Mrs. Weasley wept sadly over Kreacher's body, while Ron and Hermione, wearing crowns, watched from the side.

What Harry found most unbearable was that he dreamed of Tyella again—

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

He dreamt again of Tyrell standing in his way, and of Tyrell dying at Voldemort's hands—

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

"Hurry, hurry, we need to make it! Mom's going to get angry!" Ron said urgently. "She said we might miss the train!"

The entire Black family home was in chaos.

Harry dressed as fast as he could. Judging from the sounds he heard, it seemed that Fred and George had cast a spell on their trunks to make them fly down the stairs so they wouldn't have to carry them themselves. As a result, the trunks slammed into Ginny, sending her tumbling down two flights of stairs and landing in the foyer. Mrs. Black and Mrs. Weasley screamed at the top of their lungs at the same time.

"—Ginny got hurt by you two idiots—"

"—You filthy bastard, how dare you defile my ancestral home—"

As Harry was putting on his soft-soled sneakers, Hermione rushed into the room, looking nervous and uneasy.

Hedwig swayed as she stood on her shoulder, cradling the wriggling Crookshank in her arms.

“Mom and Dad just brought Hedwig back,” Hermione said.

The owl, being very understanding, flapped its wings and flew over, landing on its cage.

“Are you ready?” Hermione asked.

"Almost done. Is Ginny alright?" Harry asked, putting on his glasses.

Mrs. Weasley gave her a quick bandage.

Hermione said, "But then Mad-Eye complained that we can't leave without Stogibbereldtmore, otherwise we'll be one less guard."

“Guards?” Harry said. “We need guards to get to King’s Cross Station?”

“It’s you who needs guards at King’s Cross Station,” Hermione corrected.

"Why?" Harry said impatiently. "I think Voldemort is lying in wait for his chance. Are you going to tell me he's going to jump out from behind a dumpster and kill me?"

“I don’t know, that’s what Madman and Han said anyway.” Hermione shrugged absentmindedly, then glanced at her watch. “If we don’t hurry, we’ll definitely miss the fire—”

"Merlin's beard, I beg you, come down here right now!" Mrs. Weasley yelled from downstairs. Hermione jumped up as if she'd been scalded by boiling water and dashed out of the house.

Harry grabbed Hedwig, shoved her haphazardly into the cage, and then dragged his suitcase behind Hermione, stumbling and running down the stairs.

As Harry ran downstairs, he saw Mrs. Black's portrait in the stairwell, angrily shouting, but no one drew the curtains to cover her.

Anyway, with all the noise in the foyer, it'll definitely wake her up again.

After a series of chaotic events, Harry and his group finally boarded the Hogwarts Express just before it was about to depart.

But Harry's mood didn't improve much just because he boarded the Hogwarts Express.

Because they arrived very late, there were no empty carriages left on the express train that could fit three people at the same time.

George Weasley and Fred Weasley first encountered Lee Jordan, and squeezed together with the thin Lee Jordan to barely fit into a private box.

Then Ginny ran into her roommate, and there happened to be an empty seat in the private room.

In the end, only Harry, Ron, and Hermione remained, forced to continue. Harry lifted Hedwig's cage with one hand and gripped the trunk handle with the other, struggling to walk down the aisle, peering through the glass doors into the boxes, all of which were already full.

Harry couldn't help but notice that many people were staring at him with great interest, and a few were even nudging the people sitting next to him with their elbows and pointing at him.

After five consecutive carriages were in the same situation, Harry remembered that the Daily Prophet had been telling its readers all summer what a liar and showy person he was.

Although The Daily Prophet stopped reporting on these issues after his hearing, it also failed to clarify the content of its previous reports.

Harry thought with some frustration, wondering if those people who were staring at him and whispering to each other actually believed the lies.

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

Only two people were sitting in the last private box.

"Hello, Luna," Harry greeted cheerfully as he opened the box door.

The girl sitting by the window looked up. She had messy, waist-length light blonde hair, very light-colored eyebrows, and sky-blue eyes.

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

Luna was also wearing a necklace made of corks from butterbeer and holding a thick book whose cover looked like a fairy tale book.

"Hello, Harry," Luna said with a faint smile.

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

But after that, the group and Luna almost never spoke to each other again.

Because Harry, Ron, and Hermione all agreed that this girl was a bit crazy.

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

Luna put down the fairy tale book in her hand and looked at them. The book was titled "The Tales of Beedle the Bard".

Luna didn't seem to blink as often as most people; she just kept staring at Harry, who sat opposite her, feeling a little awkward under her gaze.

"Ahem... How was your summer vacation, Luna?" After a long silence, Harry felt he had to say something, so he coughed and asked dryly.

“Yeah…summer vacation…” Luna said absentmindedly, her eyes still fixed on Harry, “Yeah, it was pretty fun.”

Then Luna stopped talking and just kept staring intently at Harry.

The entire private room fell into a long silence.

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

“Oh, this…” Luna closed the book and waved it in her hand, “It was sent to me by Tiera before she died, to wish me a happy birthday.”

"Click——"

Ron, sitting between Harry and Hermione, swore he heard two popping sounds from knuckles.

“It must have been sent to me by Tiera,” Luna continued, seemingly oblivious to what was happening. “But my birthday is February 13th, so I don’t know why it arrived last week.”

"Oh? Really?" Hermione asked with a forced smile. "Then may I take a look?"

“Okay.” Luna handed the book to Hermione naturally. “Anyway, I’ve read this book several times already.”

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