Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

After entering November, the weather in the UK suddenly became very cold.

The mountains around the school were covered with gray, ice and snow, and the lake surface was as cold and hard as quenched steel.

Every morning, there is frost on the ground.

Hagrid could be seen from an upstairs window, wrapped in a long moleskin coat, rabbit fur gloves, and huge beaver fur boots, defrosting a broomstick on the Quidditch pitch.

November is also Quidditch season.

Almost all the little wizards are excitedly discussing the upcoming Hogwarts Quidditch match.

Even Hermione would interject a word or two into the discussions between Ron and Harry from time to time.

But Tiera really couldn't get interested.

In his previous life, his parents, who were relatively wealthy, raised him to be strong and healthy. Tiera, who is tall and thick, never knew that winter could be so difficult.

The damp and cold wind at Hogwarts in November was like tiny worms that seemed to penetrate the skin and reach the bones.

Except in the Gryffindor common room with a fireplace and the dormitory with a stove, Tiera wished she could wrap herself up in a ball.

It seemed that even his own thoughts were affected by the cold wind and became sluggish.

Therefore, since November, Tiera rarely goes to the library except to return books and borrow them.

Although the library...including every classroom has been cast with a warming spell, the professors at Hogwarts seem to have forgotten about the corridors. Tiera still has to spend ten minutes walking through the cold corridors if she wants to go to the library.

"Hey." Tiera, who was reading a book on the couch in the common room, suddenly sighed, "It would be great if there was hot pot."

"Hot...pot?" Hermione sitting next to him asked doubtfully, repeating the Chinese pronunciation of the word "hotpot" in a jerky voice.

"An ancient delicacy from the East." Tiera closed the book gently and rubbed her sore eyes as she explained to Hermione.

At this age in his previous life, Tiela was about to be promoted to junior high school. His parents hoped that he could go to the High School Affiliated to Peking University or the High School Affiliated to Tsinghua University, so he was preparing for the entrance exam for Peking University Affiliated.

Whenever he was tired from studying, his mother would tenderly put a few drops of eye drops on him, or simmer a pot of soup to replenish his health.

Of course, in the end, he failed to pass the exam and only went to a junior high school that was not bad but not top-notch either.

He was treated to a good mixed doubles game by his parents.

Because in order for him to attend the High School Affiliated to Peking University, his parents spent a lot of money to enroll him in cram schools.

Now that I'm in a foreign country, I miss even my parents' mixed doubles games.

Sure enough, only mothers are good in the world. Children with mothers are like treasures, while children without mothers are like grass.

Since Tiera started studying in the common room, the little witch Hermione no longer went to the library, but sat next to Tiera to study.

After experiencing the troll incident, the little witch became much cuter, lost her arrogance, and began to ask Tiera some questions humbly.

Facing the studious Hermione, she loves to ask questions, and Tiera also loves to teach. Who doesn't like obedient, sensible and smart children?

And while answering Hermione's questions, Tiera is also constantly deepening her understanding of knowledge.

Although I still like to preach, this kind of preaching without arrogance makes Tiera, Ron and Harry feel very comfortable.

Harry and Ron also listened to some of Hermione's suggestions and began to study with Tiera.

But... soon, the arrival of Quidditch season made Harry and Ron unable to sit still again.

Even Tiera became busy, because not only did he have to brew a large amount of calming potion for the Gryffindor Quidditch players, but he also had to brew a simple anti-cold potion.

Hermione also helped Tiera, otherwise Tiera's study time would be further compressed.

Ever since the troll incident, Hermione seemed to care less about school rules, just like a person who flies the first leaf and can never stop.

Hermione would often lead Harry and Ron to break some insignificant school rules.

For example, Hermione would often sneak out to the lawn at the gate of Hogwarts with Tiera, Ron, and Harry with a bunch of magic flames to unleash her newly learned magic on the night sky.

Tiera only went there once and stopped going because it was too cold. Even with magic flames to keep her warm, Tiera couldn't bear the cold.

After returning from the night outing before the Quidditch match, Harry lost the "Quidditch Origins" he had always carried with him.

The little witches Hermione and Ron also looked frustrated.

"What happened to you?" Tiera asked, sitting by the fire in the common room, "Did you meet Snape?"

"How do you know?" Ron asked in surprise.

"There will be a Quidditch game tomorrow. Besides meeting Snape, what else can make you look so sad?" Tiera said.

Then the three young wizards told Tiera about what they had just met with Snape.

"Quilloe Snape? His leg is injured?" Tiera pretended to be thoughtful.

"Snape! He must want to steal Dumbledore's collection!" Harry said.

"Impossible." Hermione retorted with wide eyes. "Although Snape is a bit hateful, he will never steal Dumbledore's things."

"Then how do you explain the scar on his leg? It must have been bitten by a three-headed dog."

The three little wizards almost started to quarrel.

"I agree with Hermione." Tiera finally made the final decision. After these few months of getting along, Tiera has gradually established a kind of prestige in the hearts of these three little wizards.

"To be honest, Tiera, you always think that all teachers are saints." Ron retorted rudely, "I agree with Harry. I think a mean teacher like Snape can do anything.

.But what is he looking for? What is that big dog guarding?"

Tiera heard Harry tossing and turning in bed that night. Until Tiera fell asleep, there was still a little noise from Harry's bed.

He must be thinking about the relationship between Professor Snape and Dumbledore's collection.

Tiera didn't bother to correct Harry's misconception, because at the Quidditch match tomorrow, with Voldemort's determination to kill Harry, Harry's broom would definitely be out of control at the Quidditch match tomorrow.

At this time, Snape, who has been reciting the counter-curse, will definitely be misunderstood by Harry, Ron and Hermione.

These three little wizards are all stubborn, and they will never be able to turn around once they misunderstand.

Nothing Tiera said was of any use, so Tiera simply ignored it.

Moreover, Tiera discovered that in this misunderstanding, if everything developed according to the original plot, he seemed to be able to gain a lot of benefits.