Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 23 Hermione Granger

"Are you sure this is really a spell?" the little girl asked. "It doesn't look like one."

“I tried a few simple spells at home, just for practice, and they all worked. Nobody in my family knows magic, so when I received my acceptance letter, I was extremely surprised, but also very happy, because, I mean, as far as I know, this is the best magic school…” the little girl began to talk to herself.

"Oh my goodness, you're reading a book? What are you reading? 'Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them'?" The little girl saw Tierra reading and quietly sat down next to her, glancing down at the book's cover. "Oh my goodness, I haven't read it... I mean, I've already read all the textbooks before coming to school... and I can recite them by heart. If I haven't read this book, it must not be on the textbook list..."

“Of course, I think those textbooks are enough… Oh, by the way, my name is Hermione Granger. By the way, what are your names?”

Ron Weasley

"Tiera the Witch"

Harry Potter

"Is it really you?" Hermione asked, her eyes wide.

“I know all about your deeds. Of course, mainly because I also bought a few extra reference books, such as ‘A History of Modern Magic,’ ‘The Rise and Fall of Dark Magic,’ and ‘Important Magical Events of the Twentieth Century,’ all of which mention you.” Hermione Granger paused, glanced at Tierra, and seeing that Tierra had no reaction, Hermione added, “These books are really useful; they have taught me a great deal about the wizarding world.”

"Mention me?" Harry suddenly felt dizzy, somewhat disliking the feeling of suddenly leaping from a pitiful little radish to the spotlight of the golden rose.
“Good heavens, you didn’t know? If it were me, I would definitely find every book that mentions me,” Hermione said in surprise.

"Do you two know which house you'll be sorted into? I've been asking around, and I'm hoping for Gryffindor. Everyone says it's the best; I heard Dumbledore graduated from there himself. But I don't think Ravenclaw is too bad either..."

“You will be sorted into Gryffindor,” Tierra suddenly said, looking up.

"What?" Hermione was a little confused. "Why?"

"Because you are the smartest witch, you will definitely get into the best house." Tierra had no choice but to praise Hermione, who was so tired of her incessant chatter.

To deal with this arrogant, overconfident student, you can't criticize her; the more you criticize her, the more motivated she becomes.

This is an experience that Tiera summarized when she was a student teacher: you have to flatter her, but you can't flatter her too much.

That way she won't keep bothering you.

"Oh... thank you, thank you." Hermione seemed to blush slightly. No one had ever praised her so directly before, especially not from a stranger.

“I…we…we’d better go find Neville’s toad first. You three better change your clothes quickly, we’ll probably be there soon.” Hermione didn’t give Tyella a chance to respond, grabbed Neville and turned to leave.

"Thank you," Tyella said politely, without caring whether Hermione heard her or not.

“No matter which house I’m assigned to, I don’t want to be assigned to the same one as her.” Ron tossed his wand back into his suitcase.

No...you'll be unable to resist her from now on...

Tierra thought to herself. She stood up and put on the academy robe, which was several sizes too big for her, that she took out of her suitcase.

To save money, Tiera bought a robe based on his size when he was fourteen, so he wouldn't need to buy a new robe for the next few years, which would save him a considerable amount of money.

Anyway, in a world with magic, mending is very convenient.

"Why is your robe so big?" Harry asked, puzzled.

“That way I won’t need to buy a new robe until my third year,” Tierra said, tying her robe up with rope and clips. Although it looked a bit bulky, it was still similar to Harry and Ron’s robes. “Which houses do your two older brothers go to?” Harry asked as he changed his robe.

“Gryffindor,” Ron said, looking unhappy again. “Mama and Papa used to go to that house. I wonder what they’ll say if I don’t go there. I don’t think going to Ravenclaw is particularly bad, but just think, please don’t sort me into Slytherin.”

“That was the academy where the mysterious man studied…” Tierra suddenly realized she couldn’t say the person’s name.

“Yes.” Ron changed his robe and slumped back into the soft train seat.

“Almost all dark wizards come from Slytherin,” Ron said.

“Look, I think the color at the tips of Spotted Beard has faded,” Harry said, trying to distract Ron from the school.

"Now that your two brothers have graduated, what are they doing?" Harry wondered what wizards did after graduating from school, and whether he would need to return to the Dursleys.

“Charlie was studying dragons in Romania, and Bill was working for Gringotts in Africa,” Ron said.

"By the way, have you heard about Gringotts? It's all over the Daily Prophet, but you all live with Muggles, so I don't think you'll see it... Someone tried to rob a heavily guarded underground vault."

Harry's eyes widened.

"Really? What happened next? I mean... what did he manage to steal?"

"Nothing happened, which is why it's such a big news story. They weren't caught. My dad said that obviously only the most powerful dark wizards could manage to escape Gringotts' pursuit. But the strange thing is that they didn't take anything. Of course, whenever something like this happens, everyone is on edge, and people worry that there's a mysterious person behind it all."

"When did this happen?" Tierra asked.

“Uh… I don’t remember very well… Uh… I think it was July 31st, yes, July 31st, I remember now, that day my mother yelled at George and Fred because they threw manure bombs into the pigpen.”

“July 31st!” Harry looked at Tierra in surprise, only to find that Tierra was also looking at him.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem with July 31st?" Ron looked at the two people's reactions with confusion.

“July 31st was Harry’s birthday. On that day, Mr. Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, took Harry and me shopping. While we were at Gringotts collecting Harry’s parents’ inheritance and exchanging Muggle coins, Mr. Hagrid seemed to be retrieving something else that seemed very important,” Tierra said.

"What is it?" Ron asked curiously.

“I don’t know,” Harry said, shaking his head. “We didn’t see it.”

"So, Gringotts was attacked right after Mr. Hagrid took that thing? Could it be because of that thing?"

“Hmm…I don’t know…” Harry said, “I, I’m not really sure if it’s a coincidence…”

“I hope it’s just a coincidence,” Tierra murmured. “If the attacker really did target Gringotts for what Hagrid took… could he have attacked Hagrid on his way back to Hogwarts? After all, Hagrid is such a big target.”

In criminal psychology, criminals often participate in discussions about the case or return to the crime scene. Apart from some being driven by perverse desires, most of them do this in order to keep track of the progress of the investigation.

Upon hearing Tierra's words, Harry instantly tensed up. Just as he was about to ask something else, the door to their cubicle was opened from the outside for the third time.

(End of this chapter)