Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 27 Banquet
When Tierra got off the stool, she greeted Hagrid on the classroom platform.

I glanced at the other teachers' reactions.

They were either talking to other teachers or eating quietly.

Hagrid returned the greeting with a smile, while Dumbledore focused intently on cutting the steak in front of him.

When Tierra arrived at the Gryffindor table, she was given a great welcome. The group of simple-minded and enthusiastic little lions showed great interest in Tierra's audacity in threatening the Sorting Hat with a knitting needle during the Sorting Ceremony.

"How did you come up with that? Using a knitting needle to poke the Sorting Hat?" George, sitting to Tierra's left, asked.

“This is absolutely genius!” said Fred, who was sitting to Tierra’s right.

When Tiara came down from the stage, the Weasley twins, who had been sitting together, made room for her.

"I heard you hit Malfoy on the train?"

"That's so cool. Our dad always says the Malfoys are cowards, pathetic wretches and spider scum."

Are you really Muggle-born?

How do you have yarn needles?

Is the Muggle world fun?

"I've heard that Muggles can also be wizards, is that true?"

……

As soon as Tiera sat down, the twins' questions came at him like cannonballs, catching him completely off guard.

Fortunately, Harry was soon sorted into Gryffindor, and the twins pulled him into their little circle.

His only younger brother, Ron, was excluded from the circle.

Ron didn't care, though, as he munched on a chicken leg in each hand, occasionally bumping his elbow into Hermione sitting next to him.

"Why don't you try this cream? Hogwarts' cream is really delicious!" George looked at Tiera with some surprise as she ate only a little steak, chicken leg, and vegetable salad before quietly starting to eat fruit.

"No, this cream is too sweet." Tierra only cut off the bread part of the cake as a supplement to her carbohydrate intake for the day, leaving the cream part behind.

As a biological dog, Tierra still pays attention to her diet. Eating high-sugar, high-calorie foods occasionally is fine, but if she eats them often, Tierra is sure she'll develop a "spare tire" in no time.

After all, it's another time, and you know your own body type.

In his past life, he broke his leg when he fell from a tree while catching sparrows in junior high school. He lay at home for three months. His parents, feeling sorry for him, fed him lavish meals every day, causing him to develop two layers of fat around his waist and a large stomach. He remained overweight until he went to the gym and swimming with his roommates after entering university, which gradually restored his figure to its original state.

Losing weight is a painful process, and Tierra doesn't want to go through it again. She'd rather start from scratch and be strictly self-disciplined.

And British food... eating too much of it can cause hair loss.

"No, I get diarrhea easily if I eat too much sugar." Tiera couldn't possibly explain high blood pressure, high cholesterol, or high blood sugar to these young wizards from the magic side, so she just made up an excuse.

“Eating too much sweet food is bad for your health,” Hermione suddenly interjected. “Eating too many sweets can easily lead to fatty liver and diabetes.”

"We should eat more vegetables and fruits, which are important sources of our vitamins."

The little witch said seriously, and then, with a grown-up look on her face, she imitated Tiera and took a bite of salad without dressing.

But Hermione isn't Tyella and isn't used to eating raw vegetables without dressing; the hard, dry texture is like chewing paper.

After swallowing with difficulty, the little witch began cutting the steak on her plate.

“Fatty liver? Diabetes? Vitamins?” George and Fred listened, puzzled. “What are those?” “Muggle diseases,” Tyella said, adding to prevent the Weasley twins from pressing further, “Wizards can’t get them.”

Before he sat down, he asked the house-elf, who was hiding somewhere, for a vegetable salad without dressing and a fruit salad without dressing.

Although the house-elf found the little wizard's request quite strange, he complied. Soon, a bowl of vegetables and fruits without salad dressing appeared on the table.

Upon hearing that wizards couldn't be obtained, the Weasley twins instantly lost interest and instead inquired about other things in the Muggle world.

For example, rubber ducks, Muggle cars, Muggle clothing, food, housing, and transportation, and so on.

Hermione and Harry would occasionally chime in, but most of the time they let Tyella talk nonsense and spout off whatever she wanted.

For example, Rubber Duck is a Muggle tribute to RoboDarkon, a hero who died in the bathroom while resisting the brutal rule of the Muggle dictator. In Muggle tradition, when we enter the bathroom, we need to hold up Rubber Duck and shout "RoboDarkon!"

Or perhaps Muggle cars can be captured in the wild. When a car reaches the end of its life, its four tires... sometimes five, will fall off. We Muggles will pile the tires together, and the young car will hatch from the pile of tires. These cars need to be trained before they can be sold.

“Cool…” the Weasley twins said, looking longingly at Hogwarts, just as Tyrell had longed for it, as if Muggles were another magical world.

Only Hermione and Harry were trembling with suppressed laughter.

"Cough... Ouch." Harry suddenly clutched his forehead, his lightning bolt-shaped scar suddenly burning with pain.

"What's wrong?" Tyrell, who was sitting next to Harry, was the first to notice his unusual behavior and asked knowingly.

Everyone else's eyes also turned to Harry.

"No, no, it's nothing." Harry felt the burning pain in his forehead disappear as quickly as it had come.

“Who is that teacher who is talking to Professor Quirrell?” Harry asked Percy, who was sitting across from him.

He noticed that while he was in pain, the teacher with a hooked nose and greasy black hair was staring at him with a malicious gaze.

“Oh, you already know Professor Quirrell. It’s not surprising that he’s so nervous. That’s Professor Snape, who teaches Potions, but he doesn’t want to teach the subject… but everyone knows he’s after Professor Quirrell’s job. Snape is extremely knowledgeable about the Dark Arts.”

Harry stared at Snape for a moment, but Snape didn't look at him again.

Soon, as the young wizards present had almost finished eating, the leftover food and plates on the table were cleared away.

Just like their sudden appearance, they also suddenly disappeared.

After the last plate disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up solemnly, tapped his glass, and the dining room fell silent again.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drunk their fill, I'd like to say a few more words. At the beginning of the semester, I'd like to point out a few important things to keep in mind."

"Attention first-year students: Students are strictly prohibited from entering the wooded areas on campus. Some of our homeroom teachers should also remember this."

Dumbledore's bright eyes swept over the Weasley twins.

"Furthermore, Mr. Filch, the warden, also asked me to remind everyone not to cast spells in the hallways during breaks." Dumbledore glanced again at the Weasley twins.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to suffer an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Harry laughed heartily, but only a few people laughed.

Tierra gave Harry a strange look.

What are you laughing at? I'm talking about you.

(End of this chapter)