Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After passing the first event of the Triwizard Tournament, time quickly came to December.

December brought blustery winds, rain and snow to Hogwarts.

Although there was always draft in the castle in winter, every time Harry walked past Durmstrang's big ship parked on the lake, he felt grateful for the hot fire and thick walls in the castle.

"I really don't know how they will survive this winter." Harry said, half worried and half thankful.

"Durmstrang is said to be located on the Arctic sea of ​​ice." Tiera said, "They are more resistant to freezing than us. Come on, Hagrid will be late for class if you don't hurry up."

"Oh oh oh, okay." Harry quickened his pace. Before leaving, Harry glanced at Durmstrang's big ship——

The big ship was bumping and swaying in the strong wind, and its black sails were flying and dancing in the dark night sky.

When he and Tiera finally ran to the venue where Hagrid was teaching, Harry noticed that Hagrid kept providing Madame Maxime's horses with their favorite single malt whiskey.

The smell of alcohol drifted from the feed trough in the corner of the temporary stable, making the students in the Care of Magical Creatures class a little dizzy.

It didn't do any good, because they were still tending to the terrifying Blast-Ended Skrewts, which required a lot of wisdom.

"I'm not sure if they are hibernating." In this class, Hagrid told the students who were shivering in the pumpkin patch. "We might as well give it a try and see if they want to sleep... Let's put them down." In these boxes..."

Now there are only ten Blast-Ended Skrewts left. Apparently, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.

Today they are each nearly six feet long. Their thick gray protective coating, their powerful swinging legs, their exploding fire-breathing tails, their spines and suckers all combined to make the Blast-Ended Skrewts the most impressive thing Harry had ever seen. Disgusting stuff.

The students looked listlessly at the big box Hagrid brought out, which was filled with pillows and fluffy blankets.

"We'll bring them in," Hagrid said, "then put the lid on and see what happens."

As a result, they discovered that the snails did not hibernate and did not like being stuffed into pillow-lined boxes and covered with lids.

Soon, Hagrid shouted: "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous!"

Because the blast-ended snails were running rampant in the pumpkin, the ground was already strewn with smokey box fragments.

Most classmates——

Led by Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle, they had escaped into Hagrid's hut through the back door and barricaded themselves inside.

Tiera smiled and shrugged, leaning on a huge pumpkin to watch them busy.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione stayed outside with some other classmates to help Hagrid.

"Aren't you going to help them?" Newt Scamander asked -

Since the first game, Tiera has run into Newt Scamander in school almost every day.

Especially in Care of Magical Creatures classes.

Newt Scamander seemed particularly interested in Hagrid's Blast-Ended Skrewt, chatting with Tiera over and over again while taking notes.

From time to time, he would go up and give Hagrid some pointers.

Of course, Hagrid must have wholeheartedly accepted the guidance of the master of the School of Magical Beasts. He would even occasionally look at Newt Scamander's fiddling with him the way Ron looked at Viktor Krum. Blast-tailed snail.

Tiera and Newt Scamander just sat on the giant pumpkin, watching Hagrid and other students work together in the open space in front of Hagrid's door, finally subduing the nine blast-ended skrewts and tying them up, but at the same time They also paid a heavy price, suffering numerous burns and scratches on their bodies.

In the end, only one squid remained.

"Hey, don't scare it!" Hagrid shouted when Harry and Ron used their wands to shoot sparks at the snails.

The blast-ended snails were approaching them fiercely, the thorns on their backs arched and trembling slightly——

"Tie a rope around its spine so it won't hurt other snails!"

"Yeah, we don't want this to happen!" Ron yelled angrily. At this time, he and Harry retreated under the wall of Hagrid's hut, still waving their wands and using the spark on the tip of the wand to stop the blast-ended skrewts. near.

"I thought you should go up and help." Tiera, who was sitting on the big pumpkin, shook her legs in boredom and said, "You should be very interested in this new species."

"Oh, I don't know much about this kind of Blast-Ended Skrewt, so I wanted to take a closer look." Newt Scamander said, and then took out a notebook.

"By the way, Tiera," Newt said in as kind a tone as possible, "Now that we've been together for so long, why don't you tell me about yourself."

"Myself?" Tiera looked at Newt Scamander in surprise.

But Newt Scamander just kept his head down, shoulders slanted, and looked at the empty notebook.

"You know, it's your life, the past, oh yes, you're in adolescence now, right? Let's talk about your physical condition... and your mental condition." Newt Scamander seemed to be avoiding it nervously. Tiera's eyes were like a child who had done something wrong.

"Lord, mainly, mainly because Dumbledore asked me to be your psychological counselor during the Triwizard Tournament...well, yes, it is psychological counseling." Newt Scamander said, "There is also a temporary guardian to help you." You provide suggestions for the two projects after your Triwizard Tournament."

"So we'd better get to know each other," Newt Scamander added.

"Okay." Tiera said helplessly, it was just Dumbledore's task.

Now Dumbledore has two thorns in his heart -

Voldemort's resurrection conspiracy, and the Tarot Society's evil plan.

Although Dumbledore didn't know the full story about the former, he must have had a rough idea in his mind after Tiera mentioned it so many times.

As for the Tarot Society’s evil plan…

Dumbledore must have asked Grindelwald.

And Grindelwald——

If only he knew about the Tarot Society's evil plan, he would be a ghost.

Even Tiera herself didn't know what evil plan Tarot had.

So in order to learn about the Tarot Society's evil plan, Dumbledore sent a Hufflepuff socialite to come to Tiera to spy on her.

He probably wanted to find out the Tarot Society's evil plan on his own.

"Okay, great." Newt took out a pen and said, "Then the first question..."

"Tiera, you are fourteen years old this year. Tell me, when was your first wet dream?" Newt asked.

Tiera:? ? ?

"What?" Tiera looked at Newt Scamander in confusion, and at the same time Newt Scamander was looking at her firmly——

[The patterns of physical and psychological development of magical animals are closely related to their sexual maturation cycles. 】

Tiera:......

[Well, very good, very good. The way Tiera looks at me shows that he has established initial trust with me. 】

Tiera clenched her fists. At this moment, a middle-aged woman in rustic clothes emerged from the forest next to the pumpkin patch——

"Oh, my God, this looks like fun." The middle-aged woman, or Rita Skeeta, leaned against the fence of Hagrid's vegetable garden and admired the farce.

Today she was wearing a thick magenta robe with a purple suede collar, and the crocodile leather handbag hung on her arm.

Tiera pulled out her wand, and a red light shot towards Rita Skeeta.

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