Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Now, don't forget that subtle wrist movement we've been training!" Professor Flitwick said sharply, as usual, standing on top of his pile of books. A flick. It is also very important to pronounce the spell correctly, and don't forget the wizard Baruffeo, who said f instead of s, and found himself lying on the floor with a bison standing on his chest."

This supposedly wrong magical configuration was influenced by the spiritual latitude of this wizard by chance, and then produced an extremely significant deviation——

Tierra judged that it was definitely not as simple as mispronouncing a pronunciation.

Everyone's spiritual latitude is special and unique, so when different wizards cast the same spell, even if the pronunciation is exactly the same, there will be great differences.

Just like the explosive genius Seamus Finnigan, any spell or a pot of potion can be used by him to produce the effect of the Explosive Curse.

After finishing the main points, Flitwick waved his wand, indicating that the little wizards present could practice by themselves.

But obviously, this spell was quite easy for Flitwick to demonstrate, but when it came time for the young wizards to operate it, few of them could complete it.

Of course, Hermione was the first to do it, having learned the spell herself a few weeks after her first flying lesson.

"Beautiful, Miss Granger." Flitwick exclaimed, "Five points to Gryffindor!"

This eased Hermione's little face that had been tensed all morning.

And then Tierra and Harry, with a flick, the feathers on their desks fluttered lightly.

But the other little wizards weren't so lucky.

Seamus Finnigan set his prop on fire again, and again, and again.

With a puff sound, the feather in front of Seamus turned into a cloud of black smoke and exploded.

Neville, his deskmate, slapped the thick spell book in front of Seamo's desk quickly.

Painfully skilled.

And Ron on the other table didn't seem to be much luckier.

"Wingardim Leviosa!" he shouted with all his strength, waving his long arms like windmills.

But the feathers on his desk remained indifferent.

"You read it wrong." Hermione said unceremoniously, Hermione seemed to be in a much better mood after being praised by Professor Flitwick just now, "It's Yuga-Dim Levi~o~sa, the word 'plus' Speak long and clearly."

"Uh...huh...got it." Ron hummed softly.

When get out of class was about to end, Ron was in a bad mood.

"No wonder everyone can't stand her," Tierra heard Ron say to Harry as they trudged through the crowded corridors. "Honestly, she's like a nightmare."

Someone bumped Tierra hard, then hurried past them.

It was Hermione, Tierra had noticed her crying when Hermione walked past him just now.

"I think she heard what you said." Tiera said lightly.

"So what?" said Ron, with a hint of uneasiness. "She must have noticed that she doesn't have any friends. You see, you haven't even played with her recently!"

Tierra sighed softly, and didn't know what to say in order to express her helplessness for being involved in this conflict between elementary school students.

Hermione didn't show up for the next class, and hadn't been seen all afternoon.

At dinnertime, Tierra, Harry, and Ron went downstairs to the dining room, on their way to the Halloween party, overhearing Patil telling her friend Lavender that Hermione was crying in the ladies' room and not Let someone else comfort her.

After hearing this, Ron seemed even more uncomfortable, and he even began to consider whether to go to Hermione to apologize.

Moments later, however, when they walked into the dining room and saw the colorful Halloween decorations, Ron and Harry immediately forgot about Hermione.

A thousand bats fluttered across the walls and ceiling, and a thousand more hovered like low black clouds over the table, flickering the flames of the candles inside the pumpkins. Delicacy pops up on golden plates, just like at the back-to-school feast.

After the banquet began, Ron held a chicken leg in one hand and a piece of beef with a fork in the other.

Harry, on the other hand, ate a potato that had been steamed until it was so fluffy with a spoon.

Tierra quickly finished his main meal - pan-fried cod, grilled lamb chops, and a bit of bacon.

Tierra is now scooping up the creme brulee placed in front of him spoon by spoon.

It's just that Tierra seemed a little restless, looking at the door of the restaurant from time to time.

"Don't look, Tierra." Ron said with his mouth full of meat, "I'm sure Hermione will come over when she's crying and hungry."

"Um... no, oh well, I do worry about Hermione," Tierra said.

Immediately afterwards, Tierra's eyes lit up, because he saw Professor Quirrell, who was wearing a loose robe with a rag on his head, stumbling in.

"Troll!" he yelled as soon as he entered the hall.

"Trolls! Appeared in the basement..." Professor Quirrell fell down in front of Dumbledore's podium with a face full of horror, and passed out.

She has an elegant figure, like an actress who died on the stage, and deliberately let her face touch the ground.

"Ah-ah-ah-" I don't know who started to scream first, the restaurant was suddenly in chaos, and some little wizards threw away the food in their hands...

That's right, it was Ron who threw away the steak and chicken legs in his hands, smashed Tierra's creme brulee, and screamed like other little wizards.

Professor Dumbledore had to make several piercing pyrotechnic explosions from the tip of his wand before everyone fell silent.

"Seniors." Dumbledore whispered, "Please lead the students of your college to the dormitory immediately! All teachers, follow me!"

Percy, of course, knew it well.

"Come with me! Don't stray, first-years! As long as you do what I say, you don't have to fear any trolls! Now, stay close behind me. Get out of the way, first-years are passing! Excuse me!" I'm a prefect! Don't push me!"

"How could a troll get in?" Harry turned to Tierra as they climbed the stairs, but found himself alone with Ron and the other first-year wizards.

"Where's Tierra?" Harry almost came out of the corner, he raised his head, stood on tiptoe, and looked around.

There was no Tierra in the messy crowd.

"Where's Tiera? Did you see Tiera?" Harry suddenly grabbed Ron's arm, "Tiera's gone!"