Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 162 Course Selection
The remainder of the summer term, after the banquet, was spent bathed in dazzling sunlight. Hogwarts returned to normal; due to the petrification attack, Dumbledore canceled all final exams, much to the delight of almost all the young wizards—

Except for Hermione, because Hermione felt that even if she was petrified for more than a month, she could still get a perfect score, since she had already previewed all the courses for this semester during the summer and Christmas holidays.

However, because she had been petrified for nearly a month, Hermione felt that her study plans had been severely disrupted. Therefore, during this final period at Hogwarts, Hermione clung to Tyella like glue.

Whether it's Tiera herself or "Gidrolohart".

Chasing after Tierra and the others with questions about preparing for third-year courses was even more annoying than when she had a crush on Tierra.

Since Tiera was petrified at the end of January, she still needs to choose third-year courses.

"Hermione, what subjects did you choose in your third year?" After Hermione asked a question, Tyrell showed her the course selection form and asked Hermione the same question.

"Me?" Hermione replied nervously, "I just chose as many of the classes I wanted as possible."

"So which ones did you choose?" Tierra asked again.

“I’ve chosen everything I could,” Hermione said.

"Did you choose Arithmetic Divination? Did you choose Divination? What about Ancient Runes? What about the Magical Creatures Protection class? And the Muggle Studies class?" Tiera continued to press.

"Oh, right." Hermione slapped her forehead and exclaimed, "Now that you mention it, I suddenly remembered. Professor Lockhart and I agreed that he would teach me the mathematical calculations of arithmetic divination in a little while. I'm off now."

After saying that, Hermione hurriedly ran away—

Tierra: ...

Don't try to fool me. I never promised to teach you any arithmetic or divination.

At the same time, Tiera quickly told "Gidrolohart" to hide.

Although Hermione's claim of seeking out Gilderoy Lockhart was a make-up lie, Tyrell still had to be wary of Hermione actually taking it seriously and going to ask Gilderoy Lockhart questions.

He didn't want Hermione to catch him and ask him a bunch of questions again.

Tiera has been dealing with a constant stream of "worshippers" these past few days, which has been quite an annoyance.

Most of them were girls, all admirers of Gilderoy Lockhart. Knowing they were far inferior to him, they sought a roundabout way to achieve their goal.

If I can't be Gilderoy Lockhart's woman, then I'll be Gilderoy Lockhart's daughter-in-law.

Tierra has received more love letters and gifts in the past few days than he planted rice seedlings in his previous life.

Although some of the gifts were normal items like chocolates, scarves, gloves, and shoes.

But there was also a strand of hair, a bag of fingernails, and even Tiera's own underwear—

Whether it was a normal gift or one of these strange ones, Tiera threw them all at Dobby, treating it as employee perks.

After Hermione ran off, Tyrell decided to ask Professor McGonagall—

He remembered that in the original book, Hermione obtained the Time-Turner from the Ministry of Magic through Professor McGonagall.

Tyrell glanced around discreetly, making sure no girls were present, before emerging from the Gryffindor common room and stealthily making her way to Professor McGonagall's office on the second floor. Just as Tyrell turned a corner—

I ran into an old man with a white beard.

“Oh, my little Tierra,” Dumbledore said with a smile, “it seems you’re enjoying your fame more and more.”

For some reason, Tyrell always felt that Dumbledore's smile was sly and gloating.

“That’s not my fame, that’s Gilderoy Lockhart’s fame,” Tiera sighed.

"Look at you, don't you see it clearly?" Dumbledore said, his expression changing from the menacing look he had shown towards Gilderoy Lockhart. "Then why did you agree to Gilderoy Lockhart's adoption? With your intelligence, you should know that he wasn't there to give you a family, and he couldn't bring you the warmth of one."

“I was after his wealth and money,” Tierra sighed. “But now I regret it. I was young then and didn’t know that every gift of fate comes with a price.”

Dumbledore stroked his beard, silently looked at Tyrell, and then sighed:

“You’re so mature, Tyella. Sometimes I almost forget that you’re just a little wizard who has only been in school for two years.”

“If you knew how Voldemort whispered in my ear, if you knew how I started living on the streets at the age of six, you probably wouldn’t be so surprised,” Tierra said.

“Yes, Tyella, I can imagine it,” Dumbledore said. “Though your past is dark, I hope your heart still yearns for the light.”

“Oh, look at this old codger,” Dumbledore suddenly slapped his head and said, “Look at me, you must have something extremely important to do by choosing to come out of the Gryffindor common room at a time like this, right? I’ve been chatting with you for so long.”

“Yes, Headmaster, I need to consult Professor McGonagall about course selection,” Tierra said.

"Course selection?" Dumbledore stroked his beard. "Are you having any difficulties with course selection? Perhaps I can help."

“Hmm… okay…” Tierra hesitated for a moment before saying, “Well, Hermione has been nagging me lately about our coursework for next semester, and then I found out… she seems to have taken all the courses for next semester… which is almost impossible, as there are several conflicting courses on the schedule for next semester, so I was wondering if the school has any way to make sure we can take all the courses, including the conflicting ones.”

“Very keen observation,” Dumbledore praised. “I can tell you that your guess is completely correct, but I don’t recommend that you do it.”

"Why?" Tierra asked.

“You have done more than enough, Tyella. You have experienced more horrors in your first and second years than most wizards ever do in their entire lives,” Dumbledore said kindly. “I think what you need more than knowledge is rest.”

"But, Headmaster..."

“There are no buts.” Dumbledore said, his face slightly stern. “I’m doing this for your mental well-being. It’s good to pursue knowledge, but knowledge isn’t everything. Look up from your books, Tyella. Think of the sunshine outside, the flowers and grass, the gentle breeze and the bright moon. And think of your Harry. He hasn’t spoken to you for over three months. He must have a lot to say to you.”

Wait, what do you mean by "my Harry"?

Tierra looked at Dumbledore with a strange expression. "Don't judge people by their looks. It's your business with Grindelwald. Don't keep trying to matchmake our next generation."

Harry and I are both from impeccable backgrounds; we're just friends, okay?

Although it's been a long time since I've read Harry's Mind, I'm sure Harry thinks the same way.

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