Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"How could I possibly know..." Tiera laughed awkwardly, "I only found out when I came out of Professor Lockhart's office—"

"Oh, my God, it's already time, let's go! We won't be able to catch up with the Christmas dinner if we don't leave—" Tiera pulled up Harry's sleeves and ran to the auditorium.

Harry didn't ask any further questions, and Hermione followed behind Tiera and Harry with a gloomy face. It seemed that only Ron was stupid.

But he knew he was going to eat, so he followed the pace of the three—

To be precise, Ron surpassed them. He stepped into the auditorium one step ahead of Tiera and found the best position—

There are steaks, chicken thighs, pork chops and fragrant egg tarts, and you don't need to stand up and stretch your arms or tell the house-elves to eat some of the most delicious Hogwarts treats as quickly as possible. It was the place where Ron must sit every time of the year.

"Look! Their steak is actually covered in cheese this time!" Ron rubbed his hands together and said excitedly, reaching for a steak—

But it was stabbed in the air by Tiera with her wand.

"Have you washed your hands?" Tiera asked.

"Uh... no... no." Ron hesitantly replied.

"Stretch your hand down the aisle." Tiera said with a wave of her wand, and then shot at Ron's chubby little hand—

"Clear springs like water—"

A stream of please spewed from the tip of the Tierra.

After letting the water flow for thirty seconds, Tiera stopped casting spells. Ron shook the water off his hands, reached out and grabbed a cheesesteak and a pork cutlet and started nibbling.

It is a tradition at Hogwarts that a Christmas dinner is always held a few days before Christmas Eve, so that students who are going home or not can get together to enjoy the last good time of the semester.

Whenever there was a large banquet like this, Ron would always take Tiera, Harry, and Hermione to sit first at the Gryffindor table.

When the steak in Ron's hand was only half eaten, many little wizards from Gryffindor appeared one after another from the gate.

When all the chicken legs in Ron's hands were eaten, the entire banquet hall was already full of people, and it was very lively.

The teachers usually show up a little later than the students, but take their seats before Dumbledore arrives.

Gilderoy Lockhart is usually the first among teachers to arrive. After all, among the entire Hogwarts teachers group, he is the only one who does nothing but make up all day long.

But today Gilderoy Lockhart was late, and he didn't slowly appear at the main entrance of the banquet hall until seven minutes after Dumbledore arrived—

Wearing a dark dress with a pale red cloak, and a purple other side flower brooch pinned to Gilderoy Lockhart's chest—

It has to be said that although Gilderoy Lockhart is inexperienced, his appearance is quite good.

With a slender stature, a standard handsome Germanic guy with a face that should be convex and concave, coupled with his golden hair and snow-white teeth, Gilderoy Lockhart is like tearing open a fairy tale book Like a prince who came out of it.

No wonder Hermione, the precocious witch who has always been calm and restrained in the original book, was deeply fascinated by Gilderoy Lockhart until she was de-petrified at the end of the semester and listened to Ron and Harry telling Gilderoy Lockhart's "Wonderful". Deeds" before throwing away all his books in disgust.

Hey, why doesn't Hermione worship Lockhart so mindlessly now?

Oh, it was because of myself.

Tiera raised her head a little proudly, and asked Harry to help him with a piece of tuna mashed potatoes that was in the distance—

Eh wait, why should I feel proud?

"Here, Tiera—" Harry brought to Tiera the whole bowl of mashed potatoes that was next to George and Fred.

"Thank you..." Tiera was stunned for a moment, only then did he realize that Harry's voice seemed to have changed a little—

Tiera touched her forehead, and suddenly recalled some recent changes in her body when she was taking a shower, as if she suddenly understood—

I... Shouldn't I be entering puberty?

Tiera sighed inwardly.

It's so hard for me, no wonder Hogwarts doesn't allow the public teaching of black magic—

The erosion of black magic and the influence of the adolescent hormones of little wizards, once you learn a certain standard, you will basically become a black wizard in the future.

Gilderoy Lockhart's appearance caused a small commotion. Apart from his clothes, looks and greasy smile, Tiera felt that Gilderoy Lockhart had a unique charm about him. Make people want to be close, make people think...

Oh, old tricks, Tom Riddle is using Charm again.

Gilderoy slowly walked from the main entrance of the banquet hall to the professor's seat, like a male peacock showing off all the time. When passing by Tiera, he shook his cape and smiled at Tiera.

"What's wrong with this Lockhart?" Seemingly disgusted by Lockhart's greasy smile just now, Ron put down the chicken leg in his hand and took a sip of pumpkin juice to dissolve the oil.

"Ghost knows." Tiera continued to cut the steak on her plate. After more than two months of acting, Tiera was basically immune to Gilderoy Lockhart's Greasy, even if Lockhart danced a striptease in front of him, Tiera would just nibble on the big melon A alone, and wouldn't keep disgusting herself.

After Gilderoy Lockhart finished laughing at himself, Tiera clearly heard a sound of inhalation from the surroundings—

Tiera turned her head and saw that Hermione, who was sitting beside Ron, lowered her head with a flushed face as she labored and aimlessly cut the steak on her plate.

The other professors turned their heads in disgust. Obviously, they all knew what spell Gilderoy Lockhart had put on them.

Especially Professor McGonagall, when she saw the many little witches with ruddy faces and obsessed eyes because of Gilderoy Lockhart's smile, she couldn't help drawing her wand from her waist—

But she was gently pressed back by Dumbledore sitting next to her.

Dumbledore glanced at Gilderoy Lockhart, then at Tiera, then looked away in confusion.

After Gilderoy Lockhart took his seat, Dumbledore, as usual, made a few opening remarks, summed up the gains and losses of the first half of the semester, wished everyone a happy Christmas, and then greeted everyone to continue enjoying the food—

Although everyone had eaten it before Dumbledore spoke.

Tiera noticed that after the official start of the banquet, Dumbledore, Snape and Mrs. Pince said something kindly to Gilderoy Lockhart through McGonagall—

And Gilderoy Lockhart replied with a spring breeze, and at the same time raised his chest like a peacock—

Mag and Snape, who were caught in the middle, looked disheveled.

Snape was fine, but his face was always gloomy, while Professor McGonagall was frantically coloring Dumbledore.