Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"Oh, my God, Harry, Ron." Hermione rubbed her sore neck and pinched her legs, which were stiff due to the air-conditioning, "Well, when did you come back?"

"It's been a while," Ron said, and then he and Harry stood up.

Only then did Hermione notice that the whole room seemed to have become much darker.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the Hogwarts common room, there is no longer bright sunshine, but a somewhat dim night.

"What time is it?" Hermione asked confused.

"Seven o'clock in the afternoon," Harry said. "Dinner is almost over."

"Ah, dinner?" At this moment, Hermione suddenly noticed that her stomach was uncomfortably hungry, and her stomach grumbled at the right time.

Hermione rubbed her eyes, realizing that she had been deep in thought and thinking for a long time.

She looked at Ron and Harry with some gratitude, not angry at their interruption.

"Sorry, I was thinking about something." Hermione calmed down a little and explained with a smile.

"It's okay, we just think you're a little weird." Ron said, "I've never seen you so focused. Really, your level of concentration kind of scares me."

Hermione pursed her lips and smiled slightly, understanding Ron's joke. She felt that her thoughts were indeed a little confused, and she was completely immersed in the study of the Sorcerer's Stone and the Potion of Immortality.

"Yes. Maybe I am a little too obsessed." Hermione admitted frankly, "But this book"

"Honestly, Hermione, I really think you should take a rest." Ron sat down on the sofa and took out a candy that looked a bit like a butterfly chrysalis from his pocket.

He took out another one and handed it to Hermione, "Here, try one. This kind of butterfly candy is really great."

"Thank you!" Hermione picked up the candy, opened the wrapping paper, ignored the weird-looking candy, and threw it into her mouth——

Hermione was indeed starving.

"Come on, Hermione, let's go have dinner together." Harry stood up and said.

"Let's go!" Hermione said vaguely, while chewing the sweet candy given by Ron, savoring its unique fruity taste——

The candies seemed to turn into butterflies, flying in Hermione's mouth with the scent of fruit and honey.

"Huh~" Hermione breathed out——

Countless butterfly-like phantoms flew out of Hermione's mouth and nostrils.

"Let's go, boys!" Hermione seemed to have regained some energy after eating the candy, "Let's go eat!"

night

"You shouldn't have given her the Philosopher's Stone." Dumbledore suddenly appeared in the Dark Arts classroom and said to Tiera who was sitting on her desk grading papers.

The candle on Tiera's desk is the only source of light in the entire room.

Dim light sources are not enough to illuminate the entire space.

"." Tiera raised her head, but didn't say anything. She just took off her glasses and rubbed her brows tiredly.

"She has a thirst for knowledge, and I am also her friend." Tiera said, "I don't know what reason can prevent her from contacting this magic stone."

"Didn't you consider the danger?" Dumbledore asked, "I know you are anxious to cultivate a second divine creature, but"

"I'm about the same age."

"You are different!" Dumbledore interrupted rudely.

"It will be the same," Tiera said slowly, "It will be the same."