Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Tuesday morning was the Charms class, and the person who taught Charms was Professor Flitwick, an unusually small wizard who had to stand on a pile of books to reach the desk.

When the first class began, he took out the roster and called the roll call. When Harry's name was read, he screamed with excitement and fell to the ground and disappeared.

Every Wednesday night, they use telescopes to observe the starry sky and learn the names of different stars and the trajectories of planets.

Three times a week, they were taken by a short and fat witch named Sprout to the greenhouse behind the castle to study herbalism, learn how to cultivate these strange plants and fungi, and understand their uses.

I don't know why, but this class made Tiera particularly excited.

Harry noticed that Tiera would chase Professor Sprout and ask questions after every get out of class.

At first, Professor Sprout would answer with joy on his face, but gradually, Harry could feel a hint of helplessness in the tone of this kind fat witch.

The most annoying course is probably History of Magic, which is also the only course taught by ghosts. I remember when Professor Binns fell asleep in front of the fireplace in the staff room and forgot to bring him with him when he went to class the next morning.

His body shows that Professor Binns is indeed very old.

Professor Binns kept talking in a monotonous voice during class, while the students scribbled down names and dates, confusing the villain Merrick with the weirdo Ulric.

Even Tiera was not as serious in this class as in other subjects. Tiera, who was sitting next to Harry, had been reading a book called "Introduction to Alchemy", which made Harry feel dizzy.

Because the class was so boring, Harry didn't bring any other books to read, and he couldn't understand the books Tiera brought.

So Harry had no choice but to lie sideways on the table and stare at Tiera.

Tiera is very beautiful.

Harry had to admit this. At an age when all children didn't like to be clean and were either dirty or messy, Tiera's hair was always meticulously combed and her face was as clean as a beautiful porcelain doll.

More like that when he was reading, Harry thought.

Tiera usually always raises the corners of her mouth slightly, with a faint smile.

But when he was concentrating on reading, his face would instantly become expressionless, even a little stiff.

Only then did Harry discover Tiera's quirks when reading.

In addition to staring at the book, Tiera's hands seemed to be crossing every line and every word in the book.

"Since you are so boring..." Tiera suddenly looked up, took out a dozen neatly folded parchments from her bag, spread them out and placed them on Harry's desk.

"Why don't you memorize this Potions Note?" Tiera said, "This is some common sense knowledge I have summarized during the month of summer vacation. There is a Potions class on Friday, since we have never been exposed to it before.

For magic, you should work harder than others."

"Bezoar? Beef stomach? What is this?"

Although Tiera's notes are very concise and neatly written, each knowledge point is on one line, with huge spaces between lines, and different key points are marked with different colors of ink.

But Harry was still dizzy.

But there is also interesting knowledge. For example, narcissus root powder and mugwort can be combined to form a very powerful sleeping pill called water of life and death.

Harry was thinking about giving his cousin Dudley a drink and then lied to him that it was a bubble drink.

Friday was coming soon, and Harry and Ron finally found their way to the dining room for breakfast without getting lost on the moving stairs.

"What classes do we have today?" Harry asked Ron as he put sugar into his cereal.

"Take two Potions classes with the Slytherin students." Ron said with his mouth full of oil. Tiera and Hermione were reading next to them. If Harry and Ron had any problems with their homework, they would be very happy to

Willing to answer, but they won't answer this kind of question.

"Snape is the headmaster of Slytherin House. They say he favors his students. Now we can see if this is true."

"I hope Professor McGonagall can also favor us." Harry said. Professor McGonagall is the Head of Gryffindor House, but she still left a lot of homework for them yesterday.

Just then, the mail arrived.

Harry was used to it now. But on the first day when he was having breakfast, a hundred owls suddenly flew into the dining room, which really startled him.

The owls flew around the dinner table until they found their respective owners and dropped letters or packages into their laps.

Tiera silently stuffed the half fried egg left on the plate into her mouth, while Hermione had already drank the glass of juice placed next to her when she heard the first owl hoot.

Prevent the owl from hitting them.

So far, Hedwig hasn't brought Harry anything.

Sometimes it would fly in and peck Harry's ears, ask for a morsel of toast, and then fly back to the owl house to sleep with the other owls on campus.

But this morning, it fluttered down between the jam plate and the sugar bowl, and placed a note on Harry's plate. Harry opened the note immediately.

It was written in very sloppy handwriting:

Dear Harry,

I know you don't have class on Friday afternoon. I wonder if you can come over and have tea with me around three o'clock in the afternoon? I would like to know how your first week goes. Please let Hedwig give me a reply.

Hagrid

Harry borrowed a quill from Ron and hurriedly wrote on the back of the note:

"Okay, I'm happy to. See you later."

Then Hedwig flew away.

Fortunately, Harry still looked forward to having tea with Hagrid, because Potions was the class that Harry hated the most after entering Hogwarts.

At the opening party, Harry felt that Professor Snape didn't like him. At the end of the first Potions class, he realized that he was wrong.

Professor Snape didn't dislike him, he hated him.

Potions class is held in a dark classroom in the basement of Hogwarts.

It's cold and humid here, and there are rows of glass jars along the wall with rows of animal specimens soaked in them.

Like Flitwick, Snape picked up the register as soon as class began, and like Flitwick, he always paused when Harry's name was called.

"Oh, yes." Snape whispered, "Harry Potter, this is our new arrival! A famous character."

Harry always felt that there was something sinister in Snape's tone.

"You are here to learn the precise science and art of potion preparation." Snape's voice was barely above a whisper, but everyone heard every word he said.

Like Professor McGonagall, Professor Snape has the intimidating power to keep the classroom in order without any effort.

"Since there's no silly waving of wands here, many of you won't believe this is magic. I don't expect you to truly appreciate the beauty of a simmering cauldron emitting white smoke and wafting fragrant aromas.

You will not truly understand the miraculous magic of the liquid that flows into people's blood vessels, which makes people feel dizzy and blur their will... I can teach you how to increase your reputation, brew glory, and even prevent death, but there must be one thing, that is, you are not me.

Only the stupid fools you often encounter."

After he finished his fascinating opening remarks, the whole class fell silent.

Harry and Ron raised their eyebrows and exchanged glances.

Hermione Granger moved almost to the edge of the chair and leaned forward, seemingly eager to prove that she was not a fool.

Tiera seemed to be the only one in the entire classroom who remained unmoved, remaining as calm as a porcelain doll with an expressionless face.

"Potter!" Snape said suddenly, "What will I get if I add narcissus root powder to wormwood infusion?"