Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Okay, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we have been training!" Professor Flitwick stood on his pile of books as usual and said sharply, "One swipe, one swipe, remember, one swipe."

Shake. It is also very important to recite the spell accurately. Don't forget the wizard Barufio. He said the f into an s and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest."

This supposedly wrong magic configuration was accidentally affected by the wizard's spiritual dimension, which resulted in extremely significant deviations.

Tiera judged that it was definitely not just a mispronunciation of the word.

Everyone's spiritual dimension is special and unique, so when different wizards cast the same spell, even if the pronunciation is exactly the same, the pronunciation will be very different.

Just like the explosion wizard Seamus Finnigan, any spell or a pot of potion can be used to produce the effect of an explosion spell.

After finishing the key points, Flitwick waved his magic wand, indicating to the little wizards present that they could practice on their own.

But obviously, this spell was quite easy for Flitwick to demonstrate, but when it came time for the little wizards to actually operate it, very few of them could complete it.

Of course, Hermione was the first to complete it, having learned the spell on her own a few weeks after her first flying lesson.

"Beautiful, Miss Granger." Flitwick praised, "Five points to Gryffindor!"

This made Hermione's face, which had been tense all morning, relax a little.

Then came Tiera and Harry. With a wave and a shake, the feathers on their table floated lightly.

But other little wizards are not so lucky.

Seamus Finnigan set his prop on fire again, and again, and again.

There was a sound of spraying, and the feather in front of Seamo turned into a ball of black smoke and exploded.

His deskmate Neville quickly slapped the thick spell book in front of Seamus' desk.

It's so skillful that it makes people feel distressed.

Ron at the other table didn't seem to have much better luck.

"Yingardim Leviosa!" he shouted with all his strength, waving his two long arms like windmills.

But the feathers on his table remained unmoved.

"You pronounced it wrong." Hermione said unceremoniously. Hermione, who had just been praised by Professor Flitwick, seemed to be in a much better mood.

Speak long and clearly."

"Hmm...huh...got it." Ron hummed in a low voice.

When get out of class was about to end, Ron's mood was extremely bad.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," Tiera heard Ron say to Harry as they trudged through the crowded corridors. "To be honest, she's a nightmare."

Someone bumped Tiera hard and hurried past them.

It was Hermione. When Hermione walked past him just now, Tiera noticed that she was crying.

"I think she heard what you said." Tiera said calmly.

"So what?" Ron said, but he also showed a hint of uneasiness. "She must have noticed that she doesn't have any friends. Look, even you haven't played with her recently!"

Tiera sighed softly, not knowing what to say to express her helplessness at being involved in this conflict between elementary school students.

Hermione didn't show up for the next class, and was nowhere to be seen all afternoon.

At dinner time, Tiera, Harry and Ron went downstairs to the dining room. On their way to the Halloween party, they overheard Patil saying to her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying sadly in the women's bathroom, and she was not happy.

Let others comfort her.

After hearing this, Ron seemed even more uncomfortable, and he even began to think about whether to go to Hermione to apologize.

However, a moment later, when they walked into the dining room and saw the colorful Halloween decorations, Ron and Harry immediately forgot about Hermione.

A thousand bats fluttered on the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more bats flew like low dark clouds above the dining table, causing the candle flames in the pumpkin's belly to flicker. Delicious food suddenly appeared on the table.

On a golden plate, just like at the banquet at the beginning of school.

After the banquet started, Ron held a chicken leg in one hand and a piece of beef with a fork in the other hand.

Harry was eating a piece of steamed potato that was extremely soft with a spoon.

Tiera quickly finished his meal - pan-fried cod, grilled lamb chops, and a little bacon.

Tiera was now scooping spoonfuls of the caramel fruit pudding placed in front of him.

It's just that Tiera seemed a little restless and would look at the door of the restaurant from time to time.

"Don't look, Tiera." Ron said with his mouth full of meat, "I'm sure Hermione will come over if she's crying and hungry."

"Um... no, oh well, I am indeed a little worried about Hermione." Tiera said.

Then Tiera's eyes lit up, because he saw Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a loose robe and a rag on his head, staggering in.

"Troll!" he yelled as soon as he entered the hall.

"Troll! Appeared in the basement..." Professor Quirrell fell in front of Dumbledore's podium with a face full of horror and fainted.

She has an elegant figure, as if she were an actress who died on the stage, deliberately letting her face touch the ground.

"Ah - ah - ah -" I don't know who started screaming first. The restaurant suddenly became a mess, and some little wizards threw away the food in their hands...

That's right, it was Ron who threw away the steak and chicken drumsticks in his hands, knocked over Tiera's caramel pudding, and then screamed like the other little wizards.

Professor Dumbledore had to make several piercing fireworks explosions from the tip of his wand before everyone fell silent.

"Prefects," Dumbledore said in a low voice, "please lead the students of your college to the dormitories immediately! All teachers, follow me!"

Percy is naturally very familiar with it.

"Follow me! Don't get separated, first-year students! As long as you listen to my instructions, you don't have to be afraid of any trolls! Okay, follow me closely. Get out of the way, the first-year students are about to pass! Borrow it!

I'm a prefect! Don't push me!"

"How could the troll get in?" Harry turned to ask Tiera as they went up the stairs, but found that he was only surrounded by Ron and other first-year wizards.

"Where's Tiera?" Harry almost came out of the corner. He raised his head, stood on tiptoes, and looked around.

There was no Tiera among the chaotic crowd.

"Where is Tiera? Have you seen Tiera?" Harry suddenly grabbed Ron's arm, "Tiera is gone!"