Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Tiera and Hermione arrived at the library on the fifth floor. As soon as they entered the library, Hermione immediately pulled Tiera to the seat by the window in the library and wrote what she had just written in the divination class. The things were taken out of the schoolbag, then spread out 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 of all life…”

"We can't generalize all magical creatures, right?" Hermione said, "Evil creatures like dementors that are inherently hostile to humans and other magical beings, for the sake of the safety of lives and property of the general public in the magical world, We should distinguish this magical creature, which is inherently evil and has no value in reforming, from other working people."

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

"We are not going to hunt them, but for the safety of other creatures, we should plan specific activity areas for evil creatures such as dementors." Hermione added.

"It's very thoughtful," Tiera said.

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

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

"Um?"

Wait, shouldn’t I be the one giving orders? Why is it the other way around?

Oh, forget it, I can leave this job to Dobby anyway.

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

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

At this time, a noisy sound came from the door of the library.

Tiera and Hermione looked up at the same time——

They found Viktor Krum hiding not far from them, looking through books behind a bookshelf seemingly seriously.

Six or seven girls were hiding behind the bookshelves further away, discussing something in low voices.

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

"Yeah, yeah." Tiera responded.

Time quickly came to Thursday.

They only have one class on Thursday this semester, which is Professor McGonagall's Transfiguration class.

Their task in this lesson was to turn guinea fowl into guinea pigs.

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

"Potter! And Weasley! Can you pay attention?" Professor McGonagall's annoyed voice hit Harry and Ron like a whip.

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

In the middle of her words, Minerva McGonagall suddenly paused, her eyes fixed on the guinea pig on Tiera's table.

"Ah——!" Hermione followed Professor McGonagall's gaze and screamed in fright.

"Little, 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. "I made a mistake in my transfiguration spell and accidentally turned the guinea pig's head into my own face."

"I and my team will change it back, don't worry." Tiera said with a pure smile.

"Uh...oh, okay, okay." Professor McGonagall said, then patted her forehead, "Oh, right, I almost forgot!"

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

Lavender Brown let out a harsh giggle.

Parvati Petil nudged her hard, and the muscles in Parvati's own face tensed up as she tried desperately not to laugh.

They both turned to look at Harry.

Professor McGonagall ignored them and continued:

"For the ball, you must wear your formal robes." Professor McGonagall continued, "The ball will be held in the auditorium at eight o'clock on Christmas Eve and end at twelve midnight. Listen -"

Professor McGonagall looked at the class calmly.

"The Yule Ball certainly gives us the opportunity to...well...relax a bit with our hair down." Professor McGonagall continued in a disapproving tone.

Lavender laughed even harder and covered her mouth with her hands to prevent the sound from coming out.

Harry knew what was so funny about this time: Professor McGonagall's hair was always pulled into a tight bun, and she never seemed to let her hair down.

"But that doesn't mean!" Professor McGonagall suddenly raised her voice, "We will relax the behavioral requirements for Hogwarts students. If a Gryffindor student brings disgrace to the school in any way, I will feel uncomfortable Very sad.”

The bell rang. As usual, everyone stuffed their books into their schoolbags and threw their schoolbags over their shoulders. There was a rush in the classroom.

Professor McGonagall raised her voice and shouted over the noise: "Harry Potter! And Tiera! Please stay here, 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 of them waited in the Transfiguration classroom for a while. Professor McGonagall waited until all the students in the class were gone before she said, "Harry, Tiera, the warriors all have their own partners -"

"What mate?" said Harry.

Professor McGonagall looked at him suspiciously, as if she thought he was joking.

"The one you took to the Yule Ball, Potter," she said coldly, "your dance partner."

Harry felt as if his insides were twisting and shrinking.

"Dance partner?" He felt himself blushing.

"I, I don't dance." He explained hurriedly.

"Oh, you have to dance," said Professor McGonagall irritably. "I was just going to tell you that. Traditionally, balls are danced by warriors and their partners."

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

"This is a traditional practice!" Professor McGonagall said firmly. "You, and Tiera, the warriors of Hogwarts, as representatives of the school, you must do what everyone expects. Therefore, you must give yourself Find a dance partner, Potter."

"But - I don't -"

"You heard me, Potter!" Professor McGonagall said in a tone that left no room for doubt.

"Professor McGonagall!" Tiera raised her hand and asked, "I have a question to ask you about your dance partner."

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

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

Professor McGonagall:! ! !

Harry:! ! !

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