Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 364 Sniff
"You wouldn't want me to be questioned about something trivial, would you, Ron?" Tierra smiled and pinched Ron's chubby little face.

“Of course not!” Ron said.

“Then it’s settled.” Thiers stretched out his little finger and bent it into a hook.

“It’s a deal!” Ron also grabbed Tierra’s little finger.

"Alright, go on, go back to your dorm." After making a pinky promise, Tiera withdrew her hand with satisfaction. "Everyone knows you're injured, so you can now legitimately skip class."

“Yeah!” Ron exclaimed excitedly, “Yeah! I don’t have to go to class anymore!”

“If anyone asks you…” Tierra added.

“I told you you brewed a really awful potion. I drank it and felt sleepy, but my hand was fine after I woke up,” Ron said.

"Smart." Tierra pinched Ron's cheek again, then said goodbye and went downstairs to class.

Today's first lesson is Hagrid's Magical Creatures Protection class. Instead of learning about the Blasttail, they'll be learning about a cuter magical creature that better suits most wizards' aesthetic preferences—

Sniff.

Hagrid packed these Nifflers into a cardboard box, causing the students who came to class to instinctively hold their breath, as if recalling the fear of being dominated by the Bombtail.

However, upon closer inspection of the box, it was discovered that it contained many furry black creatures with long noses and flat front paws that resembled shovels, which was quite peculiar.

It's like a platypus shrunk to the size of a mouse.

The little platypuses looked up and blinked at the whole class, seemingly a little confused by the attention they received.

“These amazing little creatures are called Nifflers,” Hagrid said after the other students had gathered around. “They’re usually found in mines. They like shiny things… Look, look!”

A sniffling suddenly leaped up, trying to bite off the watch on Pansy Parkinson's wrist.

Pansy screamed as she backed away.

“Very useful little treasure hunters,” Hagrid said with a happy smile. “Great, very energetic. Looks like we can have a good time with them today.”

"See that over there?" Hagrid pointed to a large patch of newly turned soil. "I buried a few gold coins in there. Whoever picks a Niffler and digs up the most gold coins will get a prize. Oh, and remember to take off all your valuables, then pick a Niffler, get ready, and release them."

Harry took off his watch and put it in his pocket. The watch had stopped; he only wore it out of habit.

Then he picked out a Niffler, a yellow and black one. As soon as Harry picked it up, it climbed onto Harry's shoulder like it was climbing a tree, plopped down there, and then stuck its long nose into Harry's ear and sniffed it vigorously. This little thing was quite affectionate with people.

"Wait, wait a minute." Hagrid said after everyone had finished choosing, looking down into the box. "There are two Nifflers left... Who hasn't come? Hmm... Where are Tiera and Ron?"

Just as Hagrid was shouting, Tierra rushed out of the back gate of the castle.

"Sorry I'm late." Tierra said hurriedly as she ran, stuffing a gold necklace into her collar. "Ron had a little problem, and I had to treat him."

"What?" Hagrid asked in surprise. "What happened? Is Ron alright?"

“It’s alright,” Tierra said. “He’s fine now, just a little sleepy after drinking the potion. I let him sleep for a while, it’s for his health.” Tierra’s last sentence was addressed to Hermione and Harry.

After hearing Tyrell's words, Harry and Hermione seemed relieved. Then, Hermione said fiercely—

"Those people are really going too far! They actually used such despicable means to attack you."

Harry nodded hurriedly beside him.

"Wait, what happened to you guys?" Hagrid asked, puzzled.

Harry and Hermione exchanged a glance, and then instead of rushing to participate in the Niffler coin-finding contest, they each unleashed their Nifflers and sat down with Hagrid in front of his stone house, recounting what had just happened.

"That's outrageous!" Hagrid grumbled. "People like that should be locked up in Azkaban!"

Harry and Hermione nodded quickly, indicating that they couldn't agree more.

"So, did Professor McGonagall eventually find the person who sent the letter?" Hagrid asked.

“Found it.” Harry shook his head in disappointment. “It’s a girl from Ravenclaw named Ilsaberg. Professor Sprout just finished teaching about the Babo tuber last week, and that girl secretly kept some of the pus from the Babo tuber and put it in an envelope to send over.”

“Because Ilsaberg said she was just confused for a moment and had deeply realized her mistake, neither Professor McGonagall nor Professor Flitwick punished her severely. They only deducted 100 points from Ravenclaw and gave the girl three weeks of confinement,” Hermione said, equally disappointed, seemingly very dissatisfied with the punishment.

“I think she should be fired!” Hermione then said viciously.

“If she should be expelled,” Tiera suddenly said, “then we wouldn’t be too much trouble going to Azkaban ten times over.”

"What?" Hermione asked, puzzled. "How could this be?"

“You should really think about this, Hermione. How many big scandals have we caused since the start of first year?” Tierra rolled her eyes. “We could be expelled a hundred times just for breaking school rules, right? Not to mention we rescued two death row inmates. For that alone, it wouldn’t be unreasonable for us to be sucked by Dementors twice, would it?”

"Wait, two death row inmates?" Hagrid's eyes suddenly lit up, and he breathed heavily with excitement, as if he had suddenly remembered something. "You mean...could it be..."

“It’s Buckbeak.” Tiera reached into her collar, pulled up a small necklace, and quickly put it back. “Your Buckbeak is alive and well. It soars freely under the azure sky, and every evening it finds a cliff at the edge of the forest to lie on, gently inhaling the fragrance of grass and trees carried by the breeze from the other side of the forest.”

"Waaah." Hagrid, a burly man who was over three meters tall and nearly four meters tall, burst into tears after hearing Tiera's description, pulling up his shiny collar to wipe his tears.

"Thank you, thank you! Harry, Hermione, and Tyella, thank you. Thank you for everything you've done for Buckbeak, sob sob sob," Hagrid said, crying and laughing at the same time. "Thank you. Thank you all."

Hagrid's words made Hermione and Harry a little embarrassed, and they laughed and said it was okay.

In contrast, Tierra—

“You’re welcome, Hagrid. It’s what we should do. We’re friends, after all.” Tierra stood up, patted Hagrid’s shoulder hard from the steps of the little stone house, and said, “Could you give me a male and a female Niffler later?”

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