Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After Snape stared at Tiera coldly for a while——

"So far, from 1991 to the present, there have been five professors teaching this course." Snape ignored Tiera and turned his attention to the other small bean sprouts in the audience. "Almost every year, it changes. A teacher.”

"Naturally, these teachers all have their own teaching methods and characteristics, but given this chaotic situation, I am surprised that so many people have passed O.W.Ls in the past few years." Snape began to walk slowly around the room. Walking slowly, he spoke in a deeper voice, and the eyes of the entire class were focused on Snape.

"Dark magic." Snape said, "There are many, various, ever-changing and eternal. Resisting them is like fighting a multi-headed monster. Every time a neck is seriously injured, a new growth will appear. With a more ferocious and clever head, what you have to resist is something uncertain, mutating, and indestructible."

"Therefore, your defense skills," Snape said in a slightly louder voice, "must also be flexible and constantly innovative, just like you are looking for ways to break the spell. Now look at these pictures. ——”

Snape suddenly pointed to the oil paintings on the walls and said, "It gives clear signs of what kind of attacks those victims suffered, for example, this wizard!"

He waved his hand at a wizard who was screaming in agony.

"Dementor's Kiss!"

The wizard in the painting that Snape was referring to lay curled up, rolling his eyes, and slumped against the wall.

"Or provoke an attack." Snape raised his wand and waved it gently, and a large pool of blood appeared on the ground of the oil painting.

The little wizards in the audience let out frightened and suppressed exclamations one after another.

"Okay, everyone, stand up now!" Snape stood on the podium and tapped his wand, saying sternly.

After everyone stood up, Snape waved his wand heavily.

"Clang-clang-clang-"

The tables, chairs and benches in the classroom suddenly flew up and piled towards the corners of the classroom.

"Now you two work together and attack each other with your best spells, just like Mr. Tiera said..." Snape glanced at Tiera who was still sitting in the last row of the classroom——

The desk and chair where Tiera was sitting were not affected by Snape's wand and remained where they were.

"I first need to know what level you are at." Snape said, twitching his nose.

"Okay, let's get started. You start attacking each other now. No matter what kind of magic you use, whether it's Expelliarmus, or whether they're knocked unconscious or petrified, you have to beeporili, porphyrin, porphyrin, as long as it can cause trouble to the other party. That’s good.”

After finishing speaking, Snape couldn't help but frowned impatiently.

"I said start." Snape's voice became more stern and deeper, "Are you all deaf? Or do you have no ears?"

After Snape just called start, the little wizard present did not move——

This is not accurate. Many young wizards present raised their wands towards the person standing opposite him. This was obviously an obvious action, but...

But no one waved them, and no one chanted a spell. They just stood there blankly, you looked at me, I looked at you, big eyes and small eyes.

"Ha..." A chuckle came from the back row of the classroom.

Snape glared sternly.

Realizing that Tiera had closed the record book in his hand, he slowly stood up.

"Oh? Does our Mr. Investigator have anything to say?" Snape said impatiently and sarcastically.

"I can't talk about it." Tiera smiled politely and humbly, and walked towards the center of the field, "But I do have a little suggestion."

As she spoke, Tiera stopped behind a little wizard named Niels Rosen, leaned down, held his wrist, and slowly raised it, pointing the wand at the tall boy opposite, who was also Niels. His good friend, Adama Marico, has a pretty handsome face.

"You like Jennifer Bell, right?" Tiera asked softly in Nils Rosen's ear.

"Wha, what?" Nils Rosen blushed for a moment and glanced wildly.

"Coincidentally, Adama Marico also likes her." Tiera said with a smile, "He has been with Jennifer Bell for three months, and he has never told you?"

Nils Rosen's face suddenly turned pale, shocked, disbelieving, and angry as he looked at Adama Marico standing opposite him.

"Neal...what's wrong?" Adama Marico didn't hear Tiera's words, and looked at his good friend Niels Rosen with a puzzled face.

"If I remember correctly, you asked him to help deliver a love letter to Jennifer the day before yesterday, right?" Tiera continued to whisper with a smile, "You think you know why he is laughing at you, right?"

Nils Rosen's face was already flushed, and Tiera could hear the sound of crunching teeth.

"If you don't vent your anger openly now, you're still waiting for-"

"Collapse!" Before Tiera could finish speaking, Nils Rosen recited the spell in an almost roaring voice.

A sharp blue spell rushed out from the tip of Nils Rosen's staff and rushed towards Adama Marico with overwhelming momentum.

"What are you doing-" Before Adama Marico could finish his words, he was hit on the head by a magic spell, spun three and a half times in the air, and fell hard to the ground.

"Control your anger." Tiera straightened up and patted Niels Rosen on the shoulder. "Remember this feeling. It will be useful in my black magic class."

"By the way..." Tiera whispered again, "Adama Marico has never been with Jennifer Bell... what he likes... is you."

"Wha, what?" Nils Rosen felt as if his brain had crashed, feeling absurd and chaotic.

"Okay, classmates." Tiera said, "I like war..."

"If you don't attack each other as Professor Snape said, then I will tell you your little secrets one by one." Tiera said, "For example, Felicia Hyndman said last year At Christmas time…”

"Petrify them all!" Felicia Hedman immediately raised her wand and attacked the boy opposite.

"Layers of protection!" The boy opposite had quick eyesight and quick hands, and cast a protective spell on himself.

Other little wizards also started attacking each other.

"This fourth year is really bad, isn't it?" After all the little wizards started attacking each other, Tiera stood next to Snape and said "tsk tsk tsk".

Snape frowned, noncommittal, and did not answer.

"Ah, yes, I almost forgot about the main thing." Tiera patted her head with a smile, then approached Snape and whispered:

"Find an opportunity to reveal to Voldemort... that Horace Slughorn is refining the Philosopher's Stone... and will succeed soon."

Snape's eyes instantly became sharp.