Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Tiera and Hermione came to the library on the fifth floor. As soon as they entered the library, Hermione immediately took Tiera to the seat by the window in the library, and put what she had just written in the divination class. The things were taken out of the schoolbag, then spread out and spread on the table——

"I think this sentence..." Hermione said, pointing to a sentence on the parchment, "Here, it should be changed to free wizards, Muggles, oppressed house-elves, magical creatures with human intelligence and oppressed all life..."

"We can't generalize all magical creatures, can we?" said Hermione, "evil creatures like Dementors, which are born to be enemies of humans and other magical beings, for the safety of the lives and property of the vast majority of the magical community, We should distinguish this magical creature of evil nature and worthless transformation from the rest of the toiling masses."

"Well, yes, it makes sense," Tiera said.

"We're not going to hunt them, but for the safety of other creatures, we should have a specific area of ​​activity for evil creatures like dementors," Hermione added.

"It was very thoughtful," Tiera said.

"Well, well, you know those magical animals better than I do. In that case, how to divide and classify them, I'll leave the plan to you." Hermione said.

"Oh, okay..." Tiera replied casually, and then suddenly—

"Ok?"

Wait, shouldn't I be the one calling the shots? How come back?

Alas, forget it, anyway, this job can be left to Dobby.

"And this." Hermione continued after seeing Tiera agree, "I think this should be changed too..."

"Well, um, um..." Tiera echoed, thinking about Professor Trelawney's prophecy.

At this time, a loud noise came from the door of the library.

Tiera and Hermione looked up at the same time—

It was found that Viktor Krum was hiding not far from them, and he looked at the books seriously behind a bookshelf.

And six or seven girls were hiding behind the bookshelves farther away, chatting and discussing something in a low voice.

"He's really annoying." Hermione said impatiently, scratching her broom-like fluffy hair.

"Hmm, um." Tiera responded in kind.

Time soon came to Thursday.

They only had one class on Thursdays this semester, and that was Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Their task for this class is to turn guinea fowls into guinea pigs.

Transforming one creature into another means that fourth-year students at Hogwarts have entered the teaching of advanced transfiguration.

"Potter! And Weasleys! Can you all focus?" Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice lashed Harry and Ron like a whip.

"Can't you learn from Mr. Lockhart and Miss Granger?" said Professor McGonagall. "Look at them, he..."

Halfway through the words, Minerva McGonagall suddenly stopped, staring at the guinea pig on Tiera's table.

"Ah--!" Hermione followed Professor McGonagall's gaze and screamed in horror.

"Little, Mr. Lockhart, what is this?" Professor McGonagall asked in surprise.

"Oh, Professor McGonagall." Tiera quickly stuffed the guinea pig into her pocket.

"It's nothing, Professor McGonagall," Tiera said. "Transfiguration made a mistake and accidentally turned the guinea pig's head into its own face."

"My gang will change it back, don't worry." Tiera said with a pure smile.

"Uh... oh, okay, okay," said Professor McGonagall, before patting his forehead. "Oh, yes, almost forgot!"

"The Christmas ball is coming--" Professor McGonagall said. "It's a traditional part of the Triwizard Tournament and a great opportunity for us to socialize with foreign guests. Unfortunately, the ball is only for fourth-year students and above. Open, but of course, if you want, you can invite an underclassman—"

Lavender Brown let out a harsh smirk.

Parvati Patil stabbed her hard, and the muscles in Parvati's face were tensing hard, because she was trying desperately not to laugh.

They both turned to look at Harry.

Professor McGonagall ignored them and continued:

"At the ball, put on your gowns," Professor McGonagall continued. "The ball will be in the Great Hall at eight o'clock on Christmas night, and it will end at twelve midnight, listen—"

Professor McGonagall surveyed the class calmly.

"The Christmas Ball will certainly give us the opportunity to... um... to unwind with a disheveled hair," Professor McGonagall continued in a tone of disapproval.

Lavender laughed even harder, covering his mouth with his hands to keep the sound from coming out.

Harry knew what was funny this time: Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled back into a tight little bun, and she never seemed to let it go.

"But that doesn't mean that!" said Professor McGonagall suddenly, raising his voice. "We will relax the behavioral requirements for Hogwarts students. If a Gryffindor student in any way discredits the school, I will feel Very sad."

The bell rang for the end of get out of class. As usual, everyone stuffed the books into their schoolbags and threw the schoolbags over their shoulders. The classroom was hectic for a while.

Professor McGonagall raised his voice and shouted in the noise: "Harry Potter! And Tierra! Please stay for a while, I want to say a few words to you."

Harry looked at Tiera helplessly, and Tiera——

He shrugged and stopped packing his schoolbag.

The two waited in the Transfiguration classroom for a while, and Professor McGonagall didn't say until the whole class was gone, "Harry, and Tierra, warriors have their own companions—"

"What mate?" said Harry.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if to think he was joking.

"Your partner to the Christmas ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your partner."

Harry felt as if his internal organs were twisting and shrinking.

"Dance partner?" He felt himself blushing.

"I, I don't dance," he explained hastily.

"Oh~www.NovelMTL.com~you have to dance," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "I was about to tell you that. Traditionally, the dance is performed by warriors and their partners."

"I, I don't dance!" Harry firmly denied again.

"It's a tradition!" said Professor McGonagall firmly. "You, and the heroes of Tierra Hogwarts, as representatives of the school, you must do what everyone expects. So you must give yourself Find a dance partner, Potter."

"But—I don't—"

"You heard me, Potter!" said Professor McGonagall in an unquestioning tone.

"Professor McGonagall!" Tiera asked at this time, raising her hand, "I have a question for you about the dance partner."

"What's the problem? Tiera?" said Professor McGonagall.

"Can I invite a male dance partner?" Tiera asked.

Professor McGonagall:! ! !

Harry:! ! !