Harry Potter and the Old Ones

When Tierra got off the corner stool, she greeted Hagrid on the classroom stage.

By the way, I glanced at the reactions of other teachers.

Either talking with other teachers, or eating in silence.

Hagrid returned the salute with a smile, while Dumbledore focused on cutting the steak in front of him.

After Tierra arrived at the Gryffindor table, she received a great welcome. This group of innocent and enthusiastic little lions showed full interest in Tierra's daring to threaten the sorting hat with a knitting needle during the sorting ceremony.

"How did you come up with the idea? Poke the sorting hat with a knitting needle?" George, who was sitting on Tierra's left, asked.

"That's just too genius!" said Fred, who was sitting to Tierra's right.

When Tierra came down from the stage, a space was made between the Weasley twins who had been sitting together, and Tierra was pulled in.

"I heard you hit Malfoy on the train?"

"That's pretty cool, our dad used to say the Malfoys were cowards, wretches and spider scum."

"Are you really Muggle-born?"

"How do you have a knitting needle?"

"Is the Muggle world fun?"

"I heard that Muggles also have wizards, is it true?"

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As soon as Tierra sat down, the twin questions hit him like cannonballs, catching him off guard.

But fortunately, soon, Harry was also assigned to Gryffindor, and the twins also pulled Harry into their small circle.

The only real brother, Ron, was squeezed out of the circle instead.

But Ron didn't care. He grabbed a chicken leg and gnawed it left and right, and bumped his elbow into Hermione sitting beside him from time to time.

"Don't you try this cream? Hogwarts' cream is really delicious!" George looked at Tierra in a strange way after eating only a little steak, chicken drumsticks and vegetable salad, and then began to eat fruit silently.

"No, this cream is too sweet." Tierra only cut the bread part of the cake as a supplement for her carbohydrates today, leaving the cream part where it was.

As a biological dog, Tierra will still pay attention to her diet. It’s okay to eat this kind of high-sugar and high-calorie food occasionally. If she eats it often, Tierra promises that she will eat a swimming ring in a short time .

After all, it is growing again, and I know what my physique is.

In his previous life, when he was in junior high school, he climbed up a tree to catch sparrows and broke his leg. He lay at home for three months, feeling sorry for his parents who fed him a lot of fish and meat every day. He ate two layers of swimming rings, his stomach grew bigger, and he became fat ever since. All the way, it was not until I went to fitness swimming with my roommates after college that my figure gradually returned to its original shape.

The process of losing weight is a painful process, and Tierra doesn't want to go through it again. It's better to start from scratch and be strict with self-discipline.

And the food in the UK...eating too much is easy to lose hair.

"No, I tend to have diarrhea when I eat too much sugar." It was impossible for Tierra to explain high blood pressure, high blood lipids, and high blood sugar to these little wizards on the magic side, so she just made up an excuse.

"Eating too much sweet food is bad for your health." Hermione interrupted suddenly, "Eating too much sweet food can easily lead to fatty liver and diabetes."

"We should eat more vegetables and fruits, which are an important source of our vitamins."

The little witch said seriously, and then imitated Tierra and took a bite of the salad without salad dressing with an adult look on her face.

But Hermione is not Tiera, and she is not used to eating raw vegetables without salad dressing, the hard and dry taste is like chewing paper.

After the little witch swallowed with difficulty, she began to cut the steak on her plate.

"Fatty liver? Diabetes? Vitamins?" George and Fred wondered for a year, "What is that?"

"Muggle disease," said Tierra, adding in case the Weasley twins continued to ask, "Wizards can't get it."

Before he took his seat, he ordered a vegetable salad without dressing and a fruit salad without dressing from the house elf hiding somewhere.

Although he felt very strange about the little wizard's request, the house-elf complied. Soon a bowl of vegetables and fruits without salad dressing appeared on the table.

Hearing that wizards can't get it, the Weasley twins lost interest in an instant, and asked about other things in the Muggle world.

Such as rubber ducks, such as Muggle cars, such as Muggle basic necessities of life, and so on.

Occasionally Hermione and Harry would interject a word or two, but most of the time they let Tierra spit on the train.

For example, the rubber duck is a Muggle to commemorate a hero who died in the bathroom. His name was Rob Daken. He was finally assassinated in the bathroom in order to resist the brutal rule of the Muggle dictator. In the Muggle custom, we When entering the bathroom, you need to hold the rubber duck and yell "Robodarken!"

Or that Muggle cars can be caught in the wild, and when a car comes to the end of its life, their four tires...sometimes five, the tires fall off, and we Muggles pile the tires on Together, such baby cars are re-hatched from the pile of tires, and these cars need to be trained before they can be sold.

"Cool..." said the Weasley twins, looking forward, just like Tierra yearned for Hogwarts back then, as if Muggles were another magical world.

Only Hermione and Harry were shaking from laughing.

"Cough... ah." Harry suddenly covered his forehead, and his lightning-shaped scar suddenly burned like a fire.

"What's the matter?" Tiera, who was sitting next to Harry, was the first to notice his strangeness, and asked knowingly.

The others looked at Harry as well.

"No, no, nothing." Harry felt the burning pain in his forehead disappear as quickly as it had come.

"Who was that teacher who was talking to Professor Quirrell?" Harry asked Percy, who was sitting across from him.

He found that when he was in pain, the teacher with a hooked nose and black greasy hair kept staring at him with malicious eyes.

"Oh, you already know Professor Quirrell, it's not surprising that he's so nervous. That's Professor Snape, who teaches Potions, but he doesn't want to teach this class...but everyone knows he's jealous of Professor Quirrell Work. Snape is very good at the Dark Arts."

Harry stared at Snape for a moment, but Snape didn't look at him again.

Soon, as the little wizards present had almost eaten, the leftovers and plates on the table were put away.

Just as they suddenly appeared, they suddenly disappeared.

After the last plate disappeared, Professor Dumbledore stood up solemnly, knocked on the glass, and the restaurant returned to silence.

"Oh, now that everyone has eaten and drank enough, I want to say a few more words to you. At the beginning of the semester, I want to give you a few things to pay attention to."

"Attention first-year freshmen, students are not allowed to enter the woods on campus. Some of our classmates in old classes should also remember this well."

Dumbledore's bright eyes glanced specifically at the Weasley twins.

"Besides, Mr. Filch, the administrator, wants me to remind everyone not to do magic in the corridors between classes." Dumbledore glanced over at the Weasley twins again.

"The review of Quidditch players will be held in the second week of this term. Anyone who is interested in participating in the house team please contact Mrs. Hooch."

"Finally, I must tell everyone that those who do not want to encounter accidents and die in pain, please do not enter the corridor on the right side of the fourth floor."

Harry laughed, but there were only a few people who laughed.

Tierra gave Harry a strange look.

Whatever you smile, it's you.