Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"If you want to know, you can listen to Professor Trelawney's divination class." Tiera did not answer directly, "I will teach you some knowledge about dream divination when you are in third grade."

"But now. I don't think your dreams are related to the signals guided by the spiritual dimension." Tiera smiled slyly, and then twitched her nose twice in the air, "I smell black magic from you.

smell."

"Dark magic?" Blilim looked at Tiera dully, his eyes full of purity untainted by knowledge.

"What? What black magic?" Brylim then asked nervously.

"It's not any special black magic." Tiera smiled and asked, "Do you want to know? If you want to know, I can let you see it."

"There's nothing wrong with a little wizard of your age seeing things in advance." Tiera paused and then said, "Just think of it as previewing the knowledge of the third and fourth grade in advance."

"But, is it okay?" Blilim found that he was now nervous and scared, and there was also a trace of excitement that could not be concealed.

"Of course, why not?" Tiera stood up from the table he was leaning on, and then waved to Blelim, gesturing for him to follow.

Brilim jumped down from his seat and followed Tiera in a hurry.

"Remember to return the book to its original place next time." Tiera waved her hand.

The few books pulled out by Blilim flew up from the air, and returned to their original bookshelves with a "swish-swish-" sound.

"Otherwise Mrs. Pince will be angry." Tiera continued to add.

"Are you also afraid of Madam Pince?" Blilim asked confusedly, following Tiera.

"It's not that I'm afraid, it's that I, as a student, a teacher, and an actual person in charge of the campus, give her the respect she deserves." Tiera explained calmly, "We should respect the rules of the school, but also respect the rules of society.

Adhering to the correct attitude towards school and society. This is also a necessary quality for us to become an excellent wizard. Pfft."

"Why are you laughing?" Brarim asked in confusion.

"It's nothing, nothing." Tiera said, "Although I said these words, but if I think about it carefully, I am not a good person. In the short six years of my stay at Hogwarts, I have destroyed all the things I have done."

The school rules and Ministry of Magic laws are enough to send me to Azkaban a hundred times."

"Ah, is this like this?" Blilim stared at Tiera with a pair of clear eyes, somewhat puzzled.

Blilim's simple little mind couldn't understand why someone would call him a "bad guy".

They walked out of the library, walked down a flight of stairs, and came to the black magic classroom on the third floor of the school——

It used to be Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and connected to Slytherin's secret passage, but it was transformed into a dark arts classroom by Longirsu, who was "resurrected" and returned a year ago.

"Please sit down." Tiera raised her hand, and a stool flew over and appeared under Blarim's butt, and then drove Blarim to the podium at the front of the classroom.

Tiera's podium is also the largest magic experiment platform in the entire classroom.

There are various experimental equipment such as test tubes, beakers, microscopes and magic instruments of different shapes and colors placed on the experimental table. They are intertwined and look very messy.