"Hey, Tiera, are you asleep?" Harry, who was hiding under the quilt, gently touched Tiera who was lying next to him.
"No, what's wrong Harry?" Tiera replied softly.
How could I possibly sleep with you tossing and turning next to 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 just incredible. It's like a dream. I never imagined that magic really exists in the world and there are magic schools." Harry sighed.
"Hehe, it's like a dream. I'm still very touched after waking up for a long time." Tiera teased. Unfortunately, Harry didn't understand this advanced joke. "By the way, Harry, you don't need to speak so quietly, Hagrid." On the first floor, we're in the attic, you can be as loud as you want without disturbing Hagrid."
"Oh, okay." Harry's voice rose a lot, but it was still very soft, like a kitten meowing.
Habits developed over many years of being under the care of others are not easy to reverse. Although Harry has moved away from the closet at his uncle's house, before he saw the piles of gold Galleons in the Gringotts vault, he was still the same person who lived in Little boy in the closet.
Facing Tiera, who had a similar experience, Harry quickly made peace with her and poured everything he had just learned from Hagrid about the magical world and his parents into Tiera.
and Harry's miserable life at his aunt and uncle's house for the past ten years.
Although Tiera had already known about these situations through the Harry Potter series of books and movies, she still acted cooperative and interested.
"There are a lot of things to buy in the admission letter..." Tiera sighed.
"Yes, Hagrid will take us to buy it tomorrow morning. I can't wait." Harry said excitedly.
"Harry, are you... rich?"
"Money, money...I, I don't have it." Harry said with a slumped face instantly, "Uncle Dursley will definitely not give me money to go to a wizarding school."
"Don't worry about Harry." After saying that, Tiera jumped out of bed, opened the third drawer of her desk, took out an old cowhide bag, and put it in front of Harry under the moonlight from the skylight.
"What is this?" Harry shook his head and heard the sound of metal hitting inside.
"Money." Tiera said as she opened the cowhide bag and poured out a dozen banknotes neatly arranged in ascending order of denomination, as well as a few shining gold coins.
Harry's eyes seemed to be straight. He had never seen so much money in his life, whether it was the thick dozen banknotes or those old but golden gold coins.
"Tiera...this is..."
"Money, Harry, this is the money I saved from working after I ran away from the orphanage when I was six years old." Tiera said.
The banknotes in the bag were about 1,100 pounds, a thick bundle composed of denominations of 10, 20 and 50 pounds. They were the money he had saved over the years while working in restaurants and performing "magic" on the street.
The money was originally saved for air tickets after he turned twelve and reached the age where he could fly alone.
If this world is a parallel world to the one he traveled through, he still has a large number of relatives in his motherland and a house. Even if he goes back to eat with hundreds of families, it is better than living alone in a foreign country.
But an acceptance letter from Hogwarts gave him another choice.
"I hope this money will be enough for our tuition." 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... much better than your situation, if not... if not enough ...I have no choice but to sell these few gold coins." Tiera had a sad look on her face, and then said reluctantly, "These few gold coins are the only relics left to me by my parents."
"Oh, no, Tiera, I can't have this money. This money..." Harry quickly refused.
"No, Harry, we are 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 still afford it, Tiera said silently in her heart.
"I don't want you to return it." Tiera said, "I have wanted to have a good friend since I was a child. From the orphanage..."
Tiera then recounted her tragic experience with added detail. She lost her parents when she was young, was bullied in an orphanage, and finally escaped to the streets. She was often starved, and even had sex with wild animals. The dog grabbed the food until he met a kind-hearted Chinese aunt...
Of course, the middle part of the experience was made up. Although Tiela was only six years old when she escaped from the orphanage, Tiela relied on her adult thinking to get along like a fish in the small group of street children. After a full meal, there is no need to compete with wild dogs for food.
In fact, Tiera had initially gathered a dozen street children on the streets of London to form a small, organized and disciplined group, helping gangs and gangsters in the streets of Old Town and Lower Town in London to deliver messages or carry contraband. Occasionally there will be premeditated organized fraud or theft.
Forced by life, when Tiela couldn't find a job for the first two months, all the edges that belonged to a scholar in his previous life were smoothed away. This transformation of abandoning conscience was the only change in Tiela's wandering life. It was a rather difficult experience.
But this only comes from mental torture and self-condemnation, not material suffering.
Those few months of wandering gave Tiera many dark thoughts in her heart.
Only children will hold onto past sad experiences and feel sorry for themselves.
Adults must learn to use the sympathy of others to earn enough benefits.
In the end, Harry did not accept Tiera's pounds and gold coins, but Tiera's open-hearted help was enough to make Harry burst into tears of gratitude. His nose was still twitching while lying in bed at night. It was obvious that Harry was suffering from the pain. Crying silently in the quilt.
This made Tiera feel a slight 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 previous life, he couldn't help him without reservation.
What Tiera wants is Harry's help.
Not only from Harry's money, but also from his connections and his fame.
In his previous life, he had read those novels about cultivating immortals, in which the four elements of wealth, love, law, and earth were indispensable.
The same goes for learning magic.
