Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Harry handed his course selection list to Professor McGonagall.

"Charms, Defence Against the Dark Arts, herbs, Transfiguration...all right, I gotta say, I'm very pleased with your Transfiguration class, Potter, very satisfied. So why didn't you take Potions? I Remember that your ambition is to be an Auror?" McGonagall asked.

"Yes, but you told me once that I had to get an O, Professor."

"That's what Snape said, but Professor Slughorn is more than willing to accept students who get an E. Are you ready to take Potions now?"

"Yes," said Harry, "but I didn't buy the books and materials for Potions..."

"Professor Slug will lend it to you, I promise," said Professor McGonagall. "Okay, Potter, here's your timetable, oh yes, and there's twenty applicants who want to go to Griffin. There are a lot of Quidditch teams, and I'll give you the list in my class, and you can pick them up sometime."

"Okay, Mike..."

Before Harry could finish speaking, Professor McGonagall hurriedly walked towards the next group of students.

There are too many students entering this year, Professor McGonagall is already very busy, and everything must be done as soon as possible.

"My course selection list..." Ron stared blankly at Professor McGonagall's back and said, "I haven't handed it in yet..."

A few minutes later, Ron trotted and handed Professor McGonagall his course selection list, and left the table with Harry and Tierra.

"Look." Ron looked at the timetable happily. "There are no classes now, not even after the morning recess...no class after lunch...great."

They returned to the academy common room, where there was no one but a few seventh graders.

"Um... Tierra, I remember... I remember you had classes in the morning," Harry said.

"You don't have to go to a class, don't you?" Tiera sat on the sofa with many notebooks and scratch papers floating in front of him, and he seemed to be calculating something now, "Anyway, as long as I finish my homework on time, the final exam will be good. In the test, you can always get an O in the end.”

"I think you should get this, well done," said Katie Bell, a veteran of the Gryffindor team, pointing to the badge on Harry's chest. "Tell me when you'll start drafting!"

"Don't be silly," Harry said. "You don't have to try out, I've watched you play for five years..."

"You can't start like that," Katie warned. "You know, there are people outside the team who play better than me, and if the captain keeps using old players, or his own friends, a good team is over... …”

Ron, looking a little unnatural, started playing with the fangs flying saucer that Hermione had confiscated from the fourth graders, and it circled the room screaming to bite the tapestry.

Crookshanks' yellow eyes followed, hissing as the saucer approached.

It was only after an hour that they left the Gryffindor common room and came to the dark magic classroom on the third floor of Hogwarts Castle——

It used to be Myrtle's abandoned girls' bathroom, but it was slightly remodeled by Tiera and turned into a black magic classroom.

Compared with the old and abandoned bathrooms, the space of the black magic classroom seems to be much larger. The two rows of toilets and compartments on both sides have disappeared, and the tiles on the ground have also been replaced with wooden tiles one after another. floor.

One after another, desks like experimental benches filled the entire classroom. Only at the end of the classroom, there was a little space beside a huge, circular experimental bench.

When Harry, Ron, and Tiera arrived, Hermione took her seat in the classroom early.

Professor Tiera also stood beside the circular experimental platform early, as if waiting for everyone to enter.

Soon, the entire classroom was full, but the flow of people entering from the entrance did not stop.

Tiera, who was standing on the podium, waved—

The entire classroom expanded again and became larger, and rows of experimental benches and seats grew out of the floor like plant sprouts emerging from the ground, until all the students who entered the classroom had seats.

"Very well, welcome, my dear classmates, welcome to the class of black magic." After seeing that every classmate had a seat, and no more students entered the classroom, Professor Tiera stood on the podium, slowing down. He spoke slowly, and then Tiera raised her hand and shook it lightly in midair.

A list appeared in Tiera's hands, and Tiera flipped it casually.

"There are a total of 187 students who have officially signed up for the black magic course." Tiera said slowly, "This includes all the students who signed up for the seventh grade, but obviously, the number of people sitting in our classroom is now. Much more than that."

Obviously, most wizarding families forbid their children to take this course, but they themselves can't stop their curiosity about black magic courses or their thirst for power, so they sneak into Tiera's class, hoping to fish in troubled waters ,listen and see.

But I didn't expect that there were so many fish in troubled waters that in the end, the classroom was almost not enough.

"But it doesn't matter, it doesn't matter." Tiera said with a smile, "The door of knowledge is always open to you, even students who didn't choose this course are welcome to come and listen."

"But students who didn't take this course on the course selection table can't be used as credits." Tiera said with a smile, "To put it bluntly, you can't take anything with you other than knowledge."

"Our class will not be divided according to grade, but divided into slow class, normal class, fast class, and practice class according to the level of magic knowledge mastered by each student." Tiera said, "After all, even if Students of the same grade have different magical knowledge. Some students have already mastered most of the magic spells that Hogwarts graduates can master when they first enter school, while some students have until graduation. After that, there will only be one-handed oblivion spell."

"So in this class, let's take a short test first..." With that, Tiera waved her hand, and six sheets of kraft paper appeared on each student's lab table. The kraft paper was densely filled with questions, and only A small part are multiple choice questions and fill-in-the-blank questions, occupying about two pieces of kraft paper, and the remaining four pieces of kraft paper are full of various calculation questions~www.wuxiamtl.com~ proof questions and argument questions, and there are enough The location to write them out process.

"The time limit is four hours," Tiera said with a smile. "This test is not included in the overall score, but your placement will be determined based on your score."

"But, Tierra..." Ron said, raising his hand.

"It's Professor Tiera!" Tiera, who was standing on the podium, corrected lightly, and then motioned for Ron to address his question.

"But Professor Tierra...it's our lunchtime in an hour and a half..." Ron muttered.

"Don't worry about that." Tiye stretched out his hand and pressed his left eye.

Time in this classroom began to spin at a uniform speed like a cog.

"While you finish the test, I will speed up the passage of time in this classroom." Tiera said with a chuckle, "When you go out after the test, you will find that you are only in this classroom. A quarter of an hour."

"Okay, then now... the exam begins!"