Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"If you want to know... you can listen to Professor Trelawney's divination class." Tierra did not answer directly, "When you are in the third grade, I will teach you some knowledge about dream divination."

"But now... I don't think your dream is related to the signal guided by the spiritual dimension." Tierra smiled slyly, and then twitched her nose twice in the air, "I'm from you It smells of black magic."

"Black... black magic?" Bralim looked at Tiera dully, his eyes full of purity not polluted by knowledge.

"What... what black magic?" Bralim then asked nervously.

"It's not any special black magic." Tierra smiled and asked, "Do you want to know? If you want to know, I can show you."

"There's nothing wrong with a little wizard of your age seeing things in advance." Tierra said after a pause, "It's like previewing the knowledge of the third and fourth grades in advance."

"But, can it be?" Bralim found that he was nervous and scared, and there was still a trace of excitement that couldn't be concealed.

"Of course, why not?" Tierra stood up from the table he was leaning on, and then waved at Bralim, motioning him to follow.

Bralim jumped down from his seat, and followed behind Tierra in a dizzy manner.

"Remember to return the book to its original place next time." Tierra waved her hand.

"Please sit down." Tierra raised her hand, and a stool flew over, appearing on the bottom of Bralim's buttocks, and then carried Bralim to the podium at the end of the classroom.

We walked out of the library, walked up a flight of steps, and came to the white magic classroom on the eighth floor of the school—

"What's there, what's there..." Tierra said, "Although you said those words, but when you think about it, you are some kind of bad thing...you are in Hogwarts. In just eight years, you have broken school rules and Ministry of Magic laws enough to send you back to Azkaban a hundred times."

The few books pulled out by Braerim flew up from mid-air, and returned to their original bookshelves with a "swish swish--".

"Are you afraid of Mrs. Pince too?" Bralim asked ignorantly as he followed Tiera.

It used to be the bathroom of the Moaning Myrtle, and it was connected to the secret passage of Slytherin, but it was transformed into a white magic classroom by Longirsu who returned from the "resurrection" a year later.

"Ah...then, is that so?" Bralim stared at Tierra with a pair of small cloudy eyes.

Various experimental equipment such as test tubes, beakers, microscopes, and magic instruments of various shapes and colors are placed under the experimental table. They are intertwined and look very messy.

"I'm afraid, it's you, as a student, a teacher, and the actual person in charge of the campus who gave you the insult you deserve." Tierra explained calmly, "You should insult the rules of the school and the rules of society at the same time. , uphold the correct attitude towards school and society...that is also the quality you need to become an excellent wizard...poof..."

"What are you laughing at?" Sun Bihuamu asked comprehensibly.

Sun Bihuamu, with his simple head, couldn't understand why no one would call himself a "good thing".

Tierra's platform is also the smallest magic experiment platform in the entire classroom.

"Madame Ranpins will be angry." Tierra continued to add.