Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Harry, Ron, Tiera and Hermione parted ways at the stairs on the fourth floor. Hermione was going to the library, planning to use this time to prepare for other courses and prepare for the General Entrance Examination to the University of Magic.

Tiera happened to have some calculations to do, so when Hermione invited her to go to the library, she just thought about it for a moment and agreed.

Harry and Ron declined Hermione's invitation and continued walking to the Gryffindor common room on the eighth floor.

"Harry! Hey, Harry!"

Harry and Ron turned around and saw Jack, one of last year's beaters on the Gryffindor Quidditch team, running towards him.

"Hi, hi, Harry..." Jack gasped, "Listen, listen, I heard you are the new captain, when will you start selecting people?"

"I'm not sure yet...school has just started...everyone still needs some time to adapt to the new semester..." Harry said. He secretly felt that Jack would definitely be able to return to the team.

He was very lucky, "I will tell you when the time is determined."

"Oh, okay, I hope I can start training as soon as possible this weekend," Jack said.

"Okay, I will." Harry said.

After returning to the dormitory and resting for a while, they went downstairs to have lunch with Hermione and Tiera. After lunch, the four of them walked to the Potions classroom on the basement floor together, preparing to go to Hora.

Professor Slughorn's Potions class.

The Potions classroom was still as cold and damp as ever. When Tiera and her friends appeared in the classroom, the students had not yet arrived, and the classroom seemed empty.

They found a seat and sat down.

Hermione was holding a book and reading, while Tiera was calculating something.

Harry and Ron looked around idly.

As time goes by, there are gradually more and more people in the classroom.

When no one walked into the classroom from the door, Horace Slughorn walked in with a big belly and greeted everyone with an inexplicable enthusiasm.

But when he saw Tiera, his enthusiastic attitude suddenly froze, and then he turned his eyes elsewhere as if nothing had happened.

Horace Slughorn walked to his podium, which contained four cauldrons.

"So, now, please bring out the scales." Professor Slughorn said, his fat outline trembling slightly amidst the many shining water vapors, "Everyone, please bring out the scales, and your demons."

The medicine tool kit, oh yes, and the book "Advanced Potion Making" - "

"Knock, knock, knock..." Horace Slughorn's words were interrupted by a heavy knock on the door.

"Um..." Professor Slughorn scratched his somewhat bald head at a loss, and said in confusion, "Please come in."

"Squeak..." The old wooden door of the Potions classroom was pushed open, and Tiera, wearing a well-dressed suit and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, walked in from the door.

"Hello." Investigator Tiera bowed politely, "I have long admired your name, Professor Horace Slughorn."

Investigator Tiera jogged over to shake hands with Horace Slughorn.

Horace Slughorn shook Tiera's hand with some confusion.

"I have long admired your name, so I came here to listen, do you mind?" Investigator Tiera asked.

"Huh?" Horace Slughorn seemed a little confused. He looked at Tiera in a suit and leather suit in front of him, and then looked back at Tiera who was standing in the crowd, wearing a wizard's robe.

"But...but...but, haven't you already..." Horace Slughorn asked in confusion.

"He is a student." Tiera smiled gently, "A student's responsibility is to study hard and listen to the lectures well."

"I am a Hogwarts investigator certified by the British Magical Federation." Tiera continued with a smile. "I am mainly responsible for investigating the teaching situation within Hogwarts and feeding these situations back to Dumbledore. Through each

The Hogwarts teachers meet once a month to work together to improve and correct errors and improve our education system."

"You, you, want to observe?" Horace Slughorn asked nervously.

"Don't be nervous, Professor Slughorn." Tiera said gently, "I am not the Dark Lord, and we are not a Death Eater base here. Each of our teachers and students are colleagues on the path to explore the truth.

Or, we should support each other, please don’t make you feel unnecessarily nervous because of my appearance.”

Aren't you the Dark Lord?

"..." Horace Slughorn opened his mouth, but in the end he did not say what was in his heart, but replied calmly: "Okay."

"Ahem, that's great, students." Professor Slughorn turned around, coughed slightly, and prepared to continue the class, "Please open "Advanced Potions——"

"Professor?" Harry said.

"So what...Oh, it's Harry, what's wrong with my child?" Horace Slughorn looked over impatiently, but when he saw that it was Harry who raised his hand,

His face instantly turned into a kind-hearted one.

"I didn't buy books or scales or anything else... Well... Ron didn't either... We didn't know we could enter the n.e.wt class at that time, you see-"

"Ah, that's right. Professor McGonagall never mentioned this... Don't worry, my dear child, there's no need to rush. You can use the ingredients in the storage cupboard today. I'm sure I can borrow your scales. We have a few in stock here.

Old books, they can come in handy before you write letters to your parents."

Horace Slughorn strode to the cupboard in the corner, searched for a moment, pulled out two shabby-looking volumes of "Advanced Potion Making", and handed them to him along with two sets of tarnished scales.

Harry and Ron.

"Thank you, Professor." Harry and Ron said their thanks at the same time.

"Well, now," said Horace Slughorn, walking back to the front of the classroom, puffing out his already bulging chest so that the buttons on his vest were about to burst, "I've prepared some potions for

Take a look, it's just out of interest. These are what you should be able to do after completing your n.e.wt course. You should have heard 'well, even if you can't do it' or something like that, who can tell me what these are?

"

He pointed to the four cauldrons placed on his podium.

Harry stood up slightly from his seat and saw what looked like water boiling inside.

Hermione raised her hand before anyone else.

Horace Slughorn pointed at Hermione.

"That's Veritaserum, a colorless and odorless potion that can force those who drink it to tell the truth."

"Good! Very good, very good!" Horace Slughorn said happily, "Now..."

He continued, pointing to the cauldron near Ravenclaw, "This is very famous. It was also mentioned in the Ministry of Magic's flyer recently... Who can..."

Hermione immediately raised her hand again.

"It's Polyjuice Potion, sir," she said quickly.

Harry also recognized the slowly bubbling, mud-like substance in the second cauldron.

"Very good, very good! Now, in this crucible in front of you... yes, dear?" Horace Slughorn said, looking at Hermione again in disbelief.

Raise your hands.

"It's Emeritus!" said Hermione

"Exactly. It seems that the question is completely unnecessary." Horace Slughorn said, looking very shocked, and at the same time looking at Tiera who was still sitting in his seat strangely.

According to the information he received, Tiera was also a pushy child. Why didn't he answer questions in his class?

"But do you know what he is useful for?" Horace Slughorn's thought just flashed through his mind, and he soon returned his thoughts to the classroom.

"It's the most powerful love potion in the world!" Hermione replied.

"Exactly! I presume you identified it by the special shell gleam?" asked Horace Slughorn.

"Of course, there is also its unique spiral steam," Hermione replied eagerly. "In addition, according to the smell that attracts us, I can smell new parchment, newly opened Wall's ink and cuttings.

Ernst Soap…”

Hermione suddenly blushed so much that she couldn't speak anymore.

"May I ask your name, dear?" Horace Slughorn paid no attention to Hermione's embarrassment.

"Hermione Granger, sir." Hermione replied.

"Granger? Granger? Are you related to Hector Dagworth Granger, who founded the most special Magic Potions Society?" Horace Slughorn's pair of walruses

The same eyes simply radiate light.

"No, I don't think so, sir. You see, I'm Muggle-born," Hermione replied.

"That's even better!" Horace Slughorn exclaimed, "I have never seen such a talented little witch, twenty points for Gryffindor House!"

"Of course, Emeritus does not produce true love, it cannot manufacture or imitate love...it can simply induce an intense state of ecstasy and obsession, possibly the most dangerous and effective thing in the room.

Potion—" Horace Slughorn saw a hand raised in the middle of the pile of students.

"Uh... mention, Tiera?" Horace Slughorn was originally happy that someone asked a question in class, but soon discovered that the student who asked the question was actually Tiera.

"Tiera... you, you, what's your problem?" Horace Slughorn glanced at the investigator Tiera who was listening to the class next to him, and then looked at the students standing in front of him who raised their hands to ask questions.

Yela had no choice but to bite the bullet and ask.

"Professor Slughorn, I have a question I would like to ask, will the Emeritud potion have any impact on future generations?" Tiera asked.

"Uh... I'm sorry, I, I don't quite understand your question." Horace Slughorn asked in confusion.

"Let's put it this way, Professor Slughorn, if a witch uses Emeritus on a male Muggle, and the two... get together and the witch has a child, then the use of the love potion will have a negative impact on the child.

What kind of impact?" Tiera asked.