Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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

December brings high winds and rain and snow to Hogwarts.

Despite the constant draughts in the castle in winter, every time Harry walked past Durmstrang's ship, which was parked on the lake, he was grateful for the hot fire and the thick walls in the castle.

"I really don't know how they're going to spend this winter." Harry said, half worried and half happy.

"Durmstrang is said to be sitting on a sea of ​​ice in the North Pole," Tiera said. "They're more resistant to freezing than we are. Come on, Hagrid's going to be late for class if you don't hurry."

"Oh, oh, okay." Harry quickened his pace, and before leaving, Harry glanced at Durmstrang's large ship--

The ship tossed and tossed in the gale, and the black sails fluttered and danced in the dark night sky.

When he and Tiera finally made it to Hagrid's teaching grounds, Harry noticed that Hagrid kept supplying Lady Maxime's steeds with their favourite single malt whisky.

The smell of alcohol wafted from the feed trough in the corner of the makeshift stable, making the students in the Conservation of Magical Creatures class feel a little dizzy.

It doesn't do much good, because they're still tending the dreaded blow-tailed snails and need to use their collective wisdom.

"I'm not sure if they're hibernating," Hagrid told the shivering classmates in the pumpkin patch in this lesson, "Let's try it out and see if they want to sleep... we'll settle them down. In these boxes..."

There are only ten fried tail snails left. Obviously, their desire to kill each other has not been completely eradicated.

Today they are each nearly six feet long. Their thick layers of grey protection, their powerful, wiggly legs, their exploding fire-breathing tails, and their spines and suction cups all add up to make the slugs the most dreadful thing Harry has ever seen. disgusting stuff.

The classmates looked listlessly at the large box that Hagrid had brought out, which was covered with pillows and fluffy blankets.

"We lead them in," Hagrid said, "and put the lid on and see what happens."

As it turned out, they found that the fried-tail snails didn't hibernate and didn't like being stuffed into a pillow-topped box with a lid on.

Soon Hagrid shouted, "Take it easy, take it easy!"

The ground was already strewn with smoky crate pieces as the fried-tailed snails rammed through the pumpkin.

Most of my classmates-

Malfoy, Crabbe and Goyle at the head, had escaped through the back door into Hagrid's cabin, shutting themselves inside.

Tiera smiled and shrugged, leaning on a giant pumpkin to watch them go back and forth.

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

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

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

Especially in the Fantastic Beasts class.

Newt Scamander seemed to be particularly interested in Hagrid's fried tail snails, chatting with Tiera and taking notes.

Every now and then, he would go up and point out Hagrid.

Of course, Hagrid accepted the guidance of the great leader of the school of magical animals, and even occasionally watched Newt Scamander fiddle with Ron's eyes at Viktor Krum. Fried snails.

Tiera and Newt Scamander just sat on the huge pumpkin, watching the open space in front of Hagrid's gate. Hagrid and the other students worked together, and finally subdued nine fried tail snails and tied them up, but at the same time. They also paid a heavy price, with numerous burns and scratches on their bodies.

In the end, there was only one fried tail snail left.

"Hey, don't scare it!" Hagrid shouted as Harry and Ron fired sparks at the blow-tails with their wands—

The bomb-tailed snails approached them viciously, the thorns on their backs arched up and trembled slightly—

"Tie its thorns with a rope, and it won't hurt other snails!"

"Yeah, we don't want that to happen!" Ron exclaimed angrily, as he and Harry retreated to the base of Hagrid's hut, still waving their wands, using the spark at the tip of the wand to stop the snails from blowing up. near.

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

"Oh, I don't really know much about this kind of fried tail snail, so I want to look at it again." Newt Scamander said, and took out a notebook.

"By the way, Tiera," Newt said in a tone that was as kind 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 lowered his head to himself, slanted his shoulders, and looked at the empty notebook.

"You know, it's your life, the past, oh yes, you're in adolescence right now? Let's talk about your physical condition...and your psychological condition." Newt Scamander seemed to be nervously avoiding Tiera's gaze was like that of a child who did something wrong.

"Lord, mainly, mainly because Dumbledore asked me to serve as your psychological counseling during the Triwizard Tournament... um, yes, psychological counseling." Newt Scamander said, "And a temporary guardian, help You're giving advice on your Triwizard post-two events."

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

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

Now Dumbledore has two thorns in his heart -

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

Regarding the former Dumbledore, although the position is full, after so many suggestions from Tiera, I must have an idea in my heart.

As for the evil plans of the Tarot Club...

Dumbledore must have pressed Grindelwald.

And Grindelwald—

If you can know the evil plan of the Tarot Club, there will be ghosts.

Even Tiera herself doesn't know what evil plans Tarot has.

So Dumbledore sent a Hufflepuff courtesan to find Tiera to spy on information in order to learn about the Tarot Club's evil plan.

It is estimated that he wants to find out the evil plan of the Tarot Society through himself.

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

"Tiella, you are also fourteen years old this year, tell me, when was your first wet dream?" Newt asked ~www.wuxiamtl.com~Tiera:? ? ?

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

[The pattern of physical and psychological development of magical animals is closely related to their sexual maturation cycle. 】

Tierra:  …

[Well, very good, very good, Tiera's look at me shows that he has established initial trust with me. 】

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

"Oh, my God, this looks like a lot of fun." The middle-aged woman, or Rita Skita, was leaning against the fence of Hagrid's vegetable garden, admiring the farce.

She was wearing a thick magenta robe today with a purple suede collar and the alligator handbag dangling from her arm.

Tiera pulled out her wand, and a red light shot at Rita Skita.