Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training for!" said Professor Flitwick, screeching as usual, standing on his pile of books, "Swipe, remember, swipe. Shake. It's also very important to say the right spell, and don't forget the wizard Balufeo, who said f to s, and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest."

This supposedly wrong magical configuration was influenced by the wizard's spiritual latitude by chance, and then produced a very significant deviation.

Tiera judged that it was definitely not just a mispronunciation.

Everyone's spiritual latitude is special and unique, so when different wizards cast the same spell, even if the pronunciation is exactly the same, it will be very different.

Just like the blasting genius Seamus Finnigan, he can use any spell or potion to make the effect of the blast spell.

After finishing the main points, Flitwick waved his wand, indicating that the little wizards present could practice on their own.

But obviously, this spell Flitwick is quite easy to demonstrate, but when it comes to the little wizards, few people can complete it.

Of course, it was Hermione who did it first, who had learned the spell on her own weeks after her first flying lesson.

"Beautiful, Miss Granger." Flitwick exclaimed, "Five points for Gryffindor!"

This eased Hermione's small face, which had been tense all morning, a little.

Then came Tiera and Harry, and with a flick, the feathers on their table floated gently.

But the other little wizards were not so lucky.

Seamus Finnigan set his props on fire again, and again, and again.

Hearing a squirt, the feather in front of Seamus turned into a cloud of black smoke and exploded.

His deskmate Neville quickly slapped the thick spell book in front of Seamus' desk.

It hurts to be skilled.

And Ron on the other table didn't seem to have much luck.

"Wingardim Leviosa!" he shouted with all his strength, waving his two long arms like a windmill.

But the feathers on his desk remained unmoved.

"You read it wrong." Hermione said unceremoniously, Hermione, who had just been praised by Professor Flitwick, seemed to be in a much better mood, "It's Yuga-Dimlevi~O~Sa, the word 'plus' To be long and clear."

"Um... hum... Got it." Ron hummed in a low voice.

When the get out of class was about to end, Ron's mood was extremely bad.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," Tiera heard Ron say to Harry as they struggled through the crowded corridor. "Honestly, she's like a nightmare."

Someone bumped Tiera hard and hurried past them.

It was Hermione. When Hermione passed by him just now, Tiera noticed that she was crying.

"I think she heard what you said." Tiera said lightly.

"So what?" Ron said, but also showed a trace of unease. "She must have noticed, she doesn't have a friend, you see, you haven't even played with her recently!"

Tiera sighed softly, not knowing what to say to express her helplessness for being involved in this conflict between elementary school students.

Hermione didn't show up for the next class, and was out of sight all afternoon.

At dinner time, Tiera, Harry and Ron went downstairs to the dining room and on the way to the Halloween party overheard Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying sadly in the women's room, and she wasn't there yet. Let others comfort her.

After hearing this, Ron seemed even more uncomfortable, and he even started to think about whether to go to Hermione to apologize.

Moments later, however, when they entered the dining room and saw the colorful Halloween decorations, Ron and Harry immediately forgot about Hermione.

A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and another thousand swirled and fluttered over the dining table like low, dark clouds, making the candle flames in the pumpkin belly flicker. Delicious food suddenly appeared on the golden plate, just like at the banquet at the beginning of school.

After the banquet started, Ron held a chicken thigh in one hand and a piece of beef with a fork in the other.

Harry ate a steamed potato with a spoon.

Tiera quickly finished his main meal - pan-fried cod, grilled lamb chops, and a little bacon.

Tiera is now scooping the caramel pudding in front of him spoon by spoon.

It's just that Tiera seemed a little restless and looked at the door of the restaurant from time to time.

"Don't look at it, Tiera." Ron said with his mouth full of meat, "I believe Hermione will come over when she's crying and hungry."

"Um... no, oh well, I'm a little worried about Hermione," Tiera said.

Immediately afterwards, Tiera's eyes lit up~www.NovelMTL.com~ because he saw Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a loose robe with a rag on his head, stumbled in.

"Troll!" he shouted in a hiss as soon as he entered the hall.

"Troll! Appeared in the basement..." Professor Quirrell collapsed in front of Dumbledore's podium with a face full of horror, and fainted.

With an elegant figure, like an actress who died on the stage, she deliberately put her face on the ground.

"Ah-ah-ah-" I don't know who started screaming first, the restaurant suddenly became a mess, and some little wizards threw away the food in their hands...

That's right, it was Ron who threw away the steak and drumstick in his hand, smashed Tiera's crème brûlée, and screamed like the other little wizards.

Professor Dumbledore had to make a few screeching fireworks explode from the head of his wand before everyone fell silent.

"Majors," Dumbledore whispered, "please take the students of your college to the dormitory immediately! All teachers, come with me!"

Percy, of course, is very familiar with it.

"Follow me! Don't get separated, first-year students! As long as you follow my instructions, you don't have to be afraid of trolls! Well, stay behind me. Stay out of the way, first-year students are passing! Borrow it! I'm the prefect! Don't push me!"

"How can a troll get in?" Harry turned to Tiera as they climbed the stairs, but found only Ron and the other first-year wizards beside him.

"Where's Tierra?" Harry almost came out of the corner, he raised his head, stood on tiptoe, and looked around.

There was no Tiera in the messy crowd.

"Where's Tiera? Did you see Tiera?" Harry grabbed Ron's arm suddenly, "Tiera's gone!"