Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After coming out of the school hospital, Tiera followed Harry, Ron and Hermione to the hut next to the Forbidden Forest to visit Hagrid. After confirming that Hagrid was fine, the four little wizards sent Hagrid to each other. Back to Hogwarts Castle.

At dinner that day, Tierra's caused a stir—

Thanks to a series of accurate predictions from Tierra last semester, and the "Daily Prophet" touted Gilderoy Lockhart by the way.

The reputation of Tierra's prophet has been completely established in the hearts of this group of little wizards.

Therefore, even if Tiera fell into a coma in the divination class this morning, except for such a big embarrassment, it did not damage Tiera's image among these little wizards——

"Tiera! What's wrong with your eyes?" asked George and Fred Weasley.

"I heard that all the great prophets have strange things, and there was a prophet who also had a heterochromatic right eye before!" Another senior wizard of Gryffindor, Martinis Phillips said--

Due to Tierra's frequent prophecies last semester, Tiera has basically known all the little wizards in Hogwarts.

"Oh, yes, that prophet became the first-generation Dark Lord." A little Slytherin witch said strangely.

Tiera recognized that it seemed to be Miss Greencrass, who was a year younger than Malfoy, and a little witch from an ancient family.

"Oh, is that so? That's much better than the one from your college." Rolf Scamander, a fourth-year student at Hufflepuff College, choked.

"You!" Miss Greenglass stomped her feet angrily, ready to choke back.

"It's all quiet! It seems that you recognize the same thing, don't talk about the eyes, hurry up, Tiera, hurry up and tell us, what did you predict?" Ravenclaw fifth-year witch Garcia Sophia interrupted. .

"I'm very sorry everyone." Tiera said, "I don't know what the prophecy is. All I see is a chaotic picture."

The little wizard who was watching made a disappointed voice.

"Then talk about your picture, talk about it, Tierra," said war correspondent Colin Clevey.

"Sorry, I can't tell." Tiera shook her head, "I am a prophet, and I must guarantee the accuracy of my predictions."

After all, my mouth is very strict, and the places that should not be spoiled are never specific-

So no matter how soft and hard the group of little wizards were, Tiera would not let go.

In the end, they had to go back in disappointment—

It's like a reader tricked into a pit by an unscrupulous author.

After the dinner episode ended, Tiera resumed her studies at Hogwarts—

Except he had to face the number of harassment that was several times that of the previous semester.

But thanks to Draco Malfoy --

Although Draco Malfoy was still in the school hospital and was reluctant to leave, he spread a rumor through his younger brothers—

That is to link Tiera's heterochromatic pupils with the heterochromatic pupils of the first-generation Dark Lord, and accuse Tiera of being the third-generation Dark Lord.

Of course, not many people outside of Slytherin believed it at all, because everyone knew that Tiera was a Muggle wizard, and it was impossible to become the third-generation Dark Lord.

However, this rumor also left a shadow in the hearts of the little wizards, resulting in a great decrease in the number of little wizards who came to him for prophecy——

Let Tiera breathe a sigh of relief.

The mutation of his right eye comes from the result of his prophecy talent being suppressed for a long time and finally erupting——

There is some fusion of the forces of the spiritual dimension, which eventually affects the physical body.

Variation in eyes is only phenotypic.

Whether it's the phantom spell or the flesh and blood magic, Tiera can easily cover up her heterochromatic pupils, but Tiera didn't do it—

Dumbledore had already seen it, and it would be pointless for Tiera to cover up, but it would only arouse Dumbledore's suspicions.

So despite being maverick, Tiera kept her right eye a golden color.

Draco Malfoy really showed up on Thursday morning—

By then the students of Slytherin and Gryffindor were halfway through their Potions class.

He stumbled into the castle's main building, his right arm wrapped in a bandage and dangling from a sling.

When Malfoy appeared in the Potions classroom in this image, Tiera saw Snape's wand-holding hand tremble slightly on the podium.

Tiera felt that if Malfoy and Snape had worked together for many years, they had a good relationship, and Snape would definitely teach Draco a lesson just now.

"How is it, Draco?" Pansy Parkinson asked with a smirk. "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts," Malfoy said, making a brave face on purpose.

"Sit down, sit down," said Professor Snape nonchalantly.

Today they learn to make a new potion: shrinking solution. And Malfoy--

Put the cauldron directly next to Tiera—

From the long experimental table where the potion was being brewed, a place was forcibly squeezed between Tiera and Hermione.

Tierra:  …

What's wrong with this man?

"Professor Snape!" Malfoy exclaimed suddenly. "Sir, I need someone to cut the roots of these daisies for me because my arms—"

Snape:  …

"Professor, I want the third-generation Dark Lord to help me cut!" Malfoy continued to sneer.

Snape:  …

Tierra:  …

I see you are courting death.

Snape was silent for a while, then looked at Tiera:

"Mr. Lockhart, if you can..."

Before Snape could finish speaking, Malfoy suddenly patted Tiera next to Tiera, and then smirked:

"Hey, Tiera, you heard Professor Snape, cut those roots."

Tiera glanced at Malfoy, picked up the knife, and slashed back—

He stabbed Malfoy's left arm hard.

"Ah—!" Malfoy screamed.

Then Tiera lifted the cauldron before everyone could react, and poured the half-hot hot water in the cauldron onto Draco Malfoy—

"Ah——!" Malfoy screamed again——

Too bad he was surrounded by Gryffindor students, so that gave Tiera more time—

This allowed Tiera to pick up the seat and smash Draco Malfoy's head hard—

Draco Malfoy collapsed to the ground.

Tiera's series of movements were done smoothly. When the Slytherin students and Professor Snape arrived, Tiera was already sitting on Malfoy, slapping Draco's face alternately with his left arm and right arm.

——I said that I want to punch out your shit, then I must punch all your **** out.

"Enough!" Snape roared. "Crabbe, Goyle! Go get Mr. Lockhart up!"

After Snape said this, Tiera jumped up on her own, leaving Crabbe and Goyle free.

Then Tiera lifted another cauldron of burning water on the bench and smashed it down—

The cauldron smashed on Crabbe, and the hot boiling water in the cauldron splashed and fell on Tiera, Malfoy, Crabbe, and Goyle, and at the same time cleared a large space for Tiera—

Crabbe and Goyle were scalded and screamed, and even Malfoy, who was in a coma, was scalded and twitched. It seemed that only Tiera had no effect. When I had time, I gave Crabbe and Goyle two feet—

Anyway, he is already familiar with the pain several times over~www.NovelMTL.com~ and is proficient in flesh and blood magic, even if a layer of skin is pulled out, it is no different from losing a single hair.

"Enough!" Snape roared and raised his wand, bouncing Tiera away from Malfoy.

"Tiera!" Snape grabbed Tiera's arm fiercely and dragged him over——

"Gryffindor buckle—" Snape called.

"Professor Snape!" Tiera interrupted abruptly, then smiled, and brought her face closer to Snape—

Snape was startled, and couldn't help but let go of the hand that was holding Tiera's arm.

But Tiera grabbed Snape's arm with a backhand, blinked her beautiful eyes of different colors, and approached Snape's ear and said:

"You killed her, Professor Snotling."

Tiera said with a smile:

"If you hadn't leaked that prophecy to Voldemort, she wouldn't have had to die."