Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Oh? Do you know about the Golden Book Conference?" Tiera asked pretending to be surprised.

"Of course!" There was excitement in Horace Slughorn's voice.

"That, that is the high-level wizarding alliance established by Dumbledore during his fight against Grindelwald... There are many people like Nicolas Flamel who are at the top of the wizarding world!" Horace Slughorn's face glowed with excitement. , "Tiera, you, you, you...are you a member of the Golden Book Conference?"

Horace Slughorn asked the last part, seemingly incredulously.

"Of course." Tiera said with a smile, "You are so knowledgeable and talented... you must be very clear that the ceremony of becoming a god is not just a legend, but a real path to immortality."

"When Professor Dumbledore got a glimpse of my plan and learned that I was about to embark on the road to becoming a god, he extended an invitation to me as the founder of the Golden Book Conference." Tiera said slowly, "And After I completed the ceremony of becoming a god and became a creature of the divine dimension, I also became a formal member of the Golden Book Conference, and now I extend an invitation to you as a formal member..."

"I do!" Horace Slughorn said immediately before Tiera finished speaking, "I mean, I agree! I'm very happy to join the Golden Book Conference!"

"Oh... no no no..." Tiera said with a smile instead, "Please don't worry, Professor Slughorn, I can understand your mood. Although the Golden Book Conference is a place to exchange academic experience and It’s a relatively loose organization that expands contacts, but it can’t be said that it doesn’t have any entry requirements, right?”

"Also, are there any conditions for membership?" Horace Slughorn's face changed slightly.

"Of course." Tiera said matter-of-factly, "Muggles have to pay a symbolic membership fee of one hundred and eighty yuan every year to join any academic organization. How can we not have the conditions to join?"

"Then, then, then... well... you... you... what do you need me to do?" Horace Slughorn took a deep breath, and then asked cautiously.

"Don't be nervous, don't be nervous." Seeing Horace Slughorn like this, Tiera chuckled, "We are just a very loose academic research alliance, and we will not let you do something that is simply impossible. Mission accomplished. For example, killing Voldemort single-handedly."

"The goal of this conference is to work together to explore the truth of the universe and develop practical spells that can greatly benefit the wizarding world, and based on this, further liberate wizard productivity and promote the ideological and social structure of the wizarding world. Progress." Tiera briefly explained the purpose of the Golden Book Conference, "Whether it is exploring the truth of the universe, developing practical spells that benefit the wizarding world, or unlocking productivity and advancing the ideological and social structure of the wizarding world. The progress is a very, very, very long journey, so we do not accept the addition of short-growing species for the time being.”

"In other words, although you have enough qualifications and knowledge to join the Golden Book Conference, but..." Tiera paused and said, "It is a pity that you are still a short-lived species and do not meet the qualifications for membership... If you can Use the rich magic reserves in your head to find a way to turn yourself into an immortal species... I will be happy to be your introducer."

"Really?" Horace Slughorn asked excitedly.

"Really." Tiera nodded, "But as your introducer... I need to set some special conditions for you."

"What terms?" Horace Slughorn.

"The use of Horcruxes is not allowed." Tiera said with a smile, "It is not allowed to obtain immortality by refining Horcruxes. To be more precise... I hope you can obtain immortality through a smarter way. .”

"What, in what way?" asked Horace Slughorn.

"Pa—" Tiera snapped her fingers, and then pointed lightly at the podium next to Horace Slughorn—

"Crash..."

Page after page of paper notes appeared from the air and were piled neatly on the podium until they were level with Horace Slughorn's chin.

"Use your own knowledge reserves and potion skills that you have practiced for many years...to refine a magic stone." Tiera said with a smile, "Just think of it as the entrance exam I gave you."

"The Sorcerer's Stone!" Horace Slughorn shouted, somewhat lost his voice, "Then, then these..."

Horace Slughorn pointed to the large pile of information on his podium.

"Nicholas's information and experimental notes on refining the magic stone." Tiera said with a smile, "This is a shared information within the Golden Book Conference. Logically speaking, I shouldn't take it out to others. But I believe in your level and ability, and I believe that you will be able to pass the test, successfully refine the magic stone, and join the Golden Book Conference. Just think of it as an advance payment for the benefits of being a member of the Golden Book Conference."

Horace Slughorn was so excited that he couldn't speak. He looked through the information and notes on the podium with slightly trembling fingers.

"Then." Tiera bowed slightly towards Horace Slughorn, "I won't disturb you too much."

After saying that, Tiera disappeared directly into the Potions basement.

And Horace Slughorn didn't even look up, but was completely immersed in the information Tiera gave him.

The first class on the second day of school was Professor Snape's defense class.

Because of Tiera's Dark Arts class, Snape's Defense class was more or less deserted, at least not for Harry, Ron, Hermione and the other sixth-grade Gryffindor students this semester. Choose Snape's Defense class.

The Defense Classroom directly follows the Defense Against the Dark Arts classroom on the third floor. It is only separated from Tiera's Dark Arts Classroom by a trophy display room. Of course, this classroom has been rearranged according to Snape's favorite style. Got——

The place was darker than before, with all the curtains drawn down, and the dim candlelight reflected many oil paintings of tortured people on the walls.

The horrific injuries and grotesque limbs caught the eyes of all the students who came to class.

Everyone sat down quietly, looking at these gloomy and terrifying pictures with curiosity and fear.

"I didn't ask you to take out your textbooks," Snape said in a cold voice.

He walked in from outside, closed the door, and turned behind his desk to face the entire class.

A little witch hurriedly put "Confrontation with the Mysterious Man" back in her school bag and stuffed it under the chair.

Snape's defense lesson was intended for fourth-year wizards.

"I want you to listen and listen to me with full attention." His dark eyes looked at the students' raised faces one by one. "So far, there have been..."

"Crunch——"

Snape's speech was interrupted by the sudden sound of the door opening.

"Sorry, Professor Snape." Investigator Tiera walked in from the door, found a seat in the back row and sat down, pretending to be a good student.

"I'm late." Tiera said with a smile, "Do you mind if I listen in? It is the main discussion content of the teachers' meeting at the end of the month."