Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After breakfast, Professor Tiera and Investigator Tiera left the auditorium hall, while student Tiera, Hermione, Ron and Harry stayed in the auditorium hall, waiting for Professor McGonagall to distribute the course selection list.

"I love this time so much," said Ron after the last bite of the fish cake.

"You should use this time to study, Ron!" said Hermione.

"Yes, study, but not today," said Ron. "Today will be easy, I think..."

"Stop!" Hermione held out her arm to stop a fourth grader who was grabbing a green-orange flying saucer and trying to slip past her.

"It is forbidden to use fang-tooth flying saucers in the auditorium hall, confiscated!" she said sternly.

The scowling boy handed over the whining saucer and slid under her arm to catch up with his friends.

Ron waited for him to disappear, and snatched the flying saucer from Hermione: "Great, I've always wanted something like this."

"Ro! Na! De!" Hermione called out Ron's full name angrily, "We didn't confiscate things for you to play!"

"What does it matter, it's impossible to get back into their hands anyway." Ron said and hid the fangtooth flying saucer in his arms again.

"Ron, you—" Hermione sighed, trying to say something more.

But her protest was drowned out by a burst of loud laughter.

Lavender Brown apparently found Ron's words amusing. She was still laughing as she passed them, looking back at Ron.

Ron was even more smug now.

"You are unreasonable," Hermione complained.

The ceiling of the hall is pure blue, with a few thin white clouds floating, just like the sky seen from the long window at a high place.

"Oh, yes, you... um... have you talked to Hagrid?" Hermione asked.

"He shouldn't think we're going to continue the magical creature protection class!" Hermione added urgently, getting up a little sad, "I, I mean, when did we show... um... you know... a little bit. Interested?"

"Yeah, but, no?" Ron said, taking out his fangs and fiddling with it. "We like Hagrid, yes, so we're the hardest-working students in the class, but he thinks we like it. Stupid class. Do you think anyone would take this class at N.E.Wt?"

Neither Harry nor Hermione answered, and needless to say, they both knew that absolutely no one in sixth grade would go on to take the Conservation of Magical Creatures class. Ten minutes later, when Hagrid left the faculty and waved them cheerfully, they could only brace themselves for a response.

"Then I will choose." Tiera said casually, "To be honest, I don't think this class is difficult for me at all."

"Really? Tiera!" Hermione seemed relieved. "That's great!"

Harry and Ron thought so too.

"I'll tell Hagrid that because of the conflict between the courses, you have to reluctantly give up his course." Tiera said, "Let's just say that Mrs. Weasley asked Ron to choose... um... whatever. You two have to accompany any class that conflicts with the class on the protection of magical creatures."

"That's even better!" Hermione nodded.

Finally, Professor McGonagall came to their side and sent them the course selection list.

Neville spent more time choosing courses, watching Professor McGonagall study his application form and O.W.Ls grades, his round face full of nervousness.

"The herbal class, it's very good," said Professor McGonagall. "Professor Sprout will be glad you continued to take this course when you see you got an O in the O.W.Ls. Your grade E also proves that you Eligible to continue the Dark Arts class... the problem is the Transfiguration class, I'm sorry Longbottom, your A's won't keep you going to the N.E.Wt stage, don't think you can handle this class."

Neville hung his head, and Professor McGonagall stared at him from behind the square glasses. "Then why did you have to take the Transfiguration class? I don't recall you particularly liking this class."

Neville muttered pitifully, "Grandma wants to..."

"Cut." Professor McGonagall snorted. "Your grandma should be proud of the grandson she has now, not the grandson she imagined, especially after the battle at the Ministry of Magic."

Neville blushed and blinked frantically.

Professor McGonagall had never praised him before.

"I'm sorry Longbottom, I can't let you take my N.E.Wt class. But I see you got an O on your Charms exam, so why not try your N.E.Wt class? "

"Grandma doesn't think Charms is worth taking..." Neville muttered.

"Just take the Charms class." Professor McGonagall said happily, "I will remind Augusta not to think that this class is meaningless just because she failed the O.W.Ls exam of the Charms class."

Looking at the unbelievable happiness on Neville's face with a smile, Professor McGonagall picked up a blank class schedule and tapped it with his wand. Neville's course selection plan appeared on it, and then handed it to him.

Tiera chose all the courses she could take this semester, and then returned the course selection list to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall looked at Tiera's course selection list, frowned and said, "Do you have time to take so many courses?"

Tiera didn't speak, just took out her right eye and placed it on her palm——

His right eyeball instantly turned into a pale golden mini hourglass wrapped in transparent glass.

Neither McGonagall nor Hermione knew what it was.

After the show, Tiera stuffed the small hourglass back into the right eye socket, turning it back into a golden right eyeball.

"Don't be so scary in the future." Mag said with lingering fears.

"Okay~www.wuxiamtl.com~Professor McGonagall," Tiera said.

Although Tiera took so many classes, he was not prepared to take every class.

Anyway, the final grades at Hogwarts were calculated based on the usual homework and final grades. Except for the magical animal protection class and the first-year broom class that Hagrid had taken as a substitute before, the usual attendance was not important at all.

Hermione just glanced at the course selection list, and quickly decided on the next elective course——

Hermione didn't take many courses this semester, only enchantments, black magic, defense, transfiguration, herbal medicine, magic arithmetic, ancient Norse and potions, and she immediately began to study ancient The first stanza of Norse.

It seemed that the experience of the third grade finally made her understand the truth of greed.

Therefore, Hermione only chose the courses that she had to study, and the rest of the time Hermione decided to prepare for the Common Entrance Exam of the University of Magic.

"What about you? Harry." After Professor McGonagall took away Tiera and Hermione's course selection list, he turned his attention to Harry.