Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

When Tiera got off the four-corner stool, she said hello to Hagrid on the classroom stage.

By the way, I glanced at the reactions of other teachers.

Either talking to other teachers or eating in silence.

Hagrid smiled in return and Dumbledore was concentrating on cutting the steak in front of him.

Tiera was greatly welcomed when she arrived at the Gryffindor table. This group of simple and enthusiastic little lions showed great interest in Tiera's daring to threaten the Sorting Hat with a knitting needle during the sorting ceremony.

"How did you come up with the idea? Stab the Sorting Hat with a knitting needle?" George, who was sitting on Tiera's left side, asked.

"This is simply genius!" said Fred, who was sitting on Tiera's right side.

When Tiera came down from the stage, the Weasley twins who had been sitting together made an empty seat and pulled Tiera in.

"I heard you hit Malfoy on the train?"

"That's so cool, our dad always said the Malfoys were cowards, wretches and spider scum."

"Are you really a Muggle-born?"

"Why do you have a knitting needle?"

"Is the Muggle world fun?"

"I heard that Muggles also have magicians. Is it true?"

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As soon as Tiera sat down, Gemini's questions hit him like cannonballs, catching him off guard.

Fortunately, Harry was soon assigned to Gryffindor, and the Geminis also drew Harry into their small circle.

Ron, the only biological brother, was squeezed out of the circle.

But Ron didn't care. He grabbed a chicken leg in one hand and gnawed on it, bumping into Hermione sitting next to him with his elbow from time to time.

"Don't you try this cream? The cream at Hogwarts is really delicious!" George looked strangely as Tiera only ate a little steak, chicken legs and vegetable salad, and then began to eat fruit silently.

"No, this cream is too sweet." Tiera only cut the bread part of the cake to supplement her carbohydrates today, leaving the cream part in place.

As a biological dog, Tiera will still pay attention to her diet. It is okay to eat such high-sugar and high-calorie food occasionally, but if she eats it regularly, Tiera guarantees that she will eat a swimming ring in a short time.

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After all, you are growing again, and you know what your physique is.

In his last life, when he was in junior high school, he climbed a tree to catch sparrows and broke his back. He lay at home for three months. His parents who felt sorry for him prepared delicious food for him every day. He ate two layers of swimming rings and his stomach became enlarged. He has been fat ever since.

It wasn't until after college that I went to the gym with my roommate to go swimming and my figure gradually returned to its original shape.

The process of losing weight is a painful one, and Tiela doesn’t want to go through it again, so it’s better to start from scratch and exercise strict self-discipline.

And British food... eating too much can lead to hair loss.

"No, I tend to have diarrhea if I eat too much sugar." Tiera couldn't possibly explain high blood pressure, high blood fat, and high blood sugar to these little wizards on the magic side, so she just made an excuse.

"Eating too sweet food is bad for your health." Hermione suddenly interrupted, "Eating too much sweet food can easily lead to fatty liver disease and diabetes."

"We should eat more vegetables and fruits, which are important sources of vitamins for us."

The little witch said seriously, and then, like a little adult, she imitated Tiera and took a bite of the salad without salad dressing.

But the raw vegetables were so unpalatable, they were as hard as chewing paper.

After swallowing it with difficulty, the little witch began to cut the steak on her plate.

"Fatty liver? Diabetes? Vitamins?" George and Fred wondered for a year, "What is that?"

"A Muggle disease," Tiera said.

Before he sat down, he ordered a vegetable salad without salad dressing and a fruit salad without salad dressing from the house elf who was hiding somewhere.

Although the little wizard's request was very strange, the house elf still complied. Soon a bowl of vegetables and fruits without salad dressing appeared on the table.

When they heard it was an illness, the Weasley twins lost interest and turned to ask about other things in the Muggle world.

For example, rubber ducks, Muggle cars, Muggle food, clothing, housing, transportation, etc.

Occasionally Hermione and Harry would interject a word or two, but most of the time Tiera was allowed to talk nonsense.

For example, rubber ducks are made by Muggles to commemorate a hero who died in the bathroom. His name was Rob Daken. He was eventually assassinated in the bathroom to resist the brutal rule of the Muggle dictator. In Muggle customs, we

When entering the bathroom, you need to hold a rubber duck and shout "Robodaken!"

Or maybe Muggle cars can be captured in the wild. When a car reaches the end of its life, their four tires...sometimes there will be five. The tires will fall off, and we Muggles will pile them up.

Together, baby cars will be re-hatched from the tire pile, and these cars need to be trained before they can be sold.

"Cool..." the Weasley twins said, looking forward to it, just like Tiera yearned for Hogwarts, as if Muggles were another magical world.

Only Hermione and Harry could hold back their laughter until they were shaking.

"Ahem...ah." Harry suddenly covered his forehead, and his lightning-shaped scar suddenly started to hurt as if on fire.

"What's wrong?" Tiera, who was sitting next to Harry, was the first to notice something strange about him and asked knowingly.

Others also looked at Harry.

"No, no, it's nothing." Harry felt the burning pain in his forehead disappear as quickly as it came.

"Who was the teacher who was talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked Percy, who was sitting opposite him.

He found that when he was in pain, the teacher with a hooked nose and greasy black hair had been staring at him with a malicious look.

"Oh, you already know Professor Quirrell. It's not surprising that he is so nervous. That is Professor Snape, who teaches Potions, but he is unwilling to teach this subject... but everyone knows that he covets Professor Quirrell.

Work. Snape is very good at the dark arts."

Harry stared at Snape for a moment, but Snape didn't look at him again.

Soon, as the little wizards present had almost finished eating, the leftovers and plates on the table were put away.

Just as suddenly as they appeared, they suddenly disappeared.

After the last plate disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up solemnly, knocked on the glass, and the restaurant returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to put forward a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year students, students are prohibited from entering the woods on campus. Some of our classmates from the old class should also remember this."

Dumbledore's shining eyes glanced particularly towards the Weasley twins.

"Furthermore, the administrator, Mr. Filch, also asked me to remind everyone not to do magic in the corridors during class breaks. Dumbledore glanced at the Weasley twins again.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this semester. Students who are interested in participating in the college team please contact Mrs. Huo Qi."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that anyone who does not want to encounter an accident and die in pain should not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Harry laughed, but only a few people laughed.

Tiera strangely ignored Harry.

What are you laughing at? It's you.