Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 568 Course Selection
After breakfast, Professor Tyella and Investigator Tyella left the Great Hall, while student Tyella, Hermione, Ron, and Harry remained in the Great Hall to wait for Professor McGonagall to distribute the course selection forms.

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

“You should make good use of this time to study, Ron!” Hermione said.

“Yes, studying, but not today,” Ron said. “Today will be easy, I think…”

"Stop!" Hermione stretched out her arm to stop a fourth-year student who was trying to slip past her while holding a greenish-orange flying saucer.

"The use of fanged flying saucers is prohibited in the auditorium. Confiscated!" she said sternly.

The gloomy-faced boy handed over the whirring flying saucer, crouched down, crawled under her arm, and caught up with his friends.

Once Ron was out of sight, he snatched the flying saucer from Hermione's hand: "Great, I've always wanted one of these."

"Ron! Ron!" Hermione shouted Ron's full name angrily. "We didn't confiscate your things so you could come and play!"

"What does it matter? They're not going to get it back anyway." Ron said, hiding the fanged flying saucer even deeper into his clothes.

"Ron, you—" Hermione was still angry and wanted to say something more.

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

Lavender Brown clearly found Ron's words amusing. She was still laughing as she passed by them, and even looked back at Ron.

Ron became even more smug.

“You guys are just being unreasonable,” Hermione complained.

The ceiling of the hall was a pure blue, with a few wisps of white clouds floating around it, just like the sky seen through the long windows high up.

“Oh, by the way, have you… um… have you spoken to Hagrid?” Hermione asked.

“He probably doesn’t think we’ll continue with Conservation of Magical Creatures!” Hermione added urgently, looking a little sad. “I, I mean, when did we show… um… you know… even a hint of interest?”

“That’s right, but, isn’t it?” Ron said, taking out the Fang saucer and fiddling with it. “We like Hagrid, that’s true, so we’re the hardest working students in the class, but he thinks we like this stupid class. Do you think anyone in Newt would choose this class?”

Neither Harry nor Hermione answered; needless to say, they both knew that no one in sixth grade would continue with Conservation of Magical Creatures. Ten minutes later, when Hagrid left the staff table and waved to them gleefully, they could only manage a forced response.

“Then I’ll take it,” Tierra said casually. “Honestly, I don’t think this course is any challenge for me at all.”

"Really? Tyella!" Hermione seemed to breathe a huge sigh of relief. "That's wonderful!"

Harry and Ron thought so too.

“I’ll tell Hagrid that you two have to give up his class because of the scheduling conflict,” Tierra said. “Just say that Mrs. Weasley made Ron choose it… well… whatever, it’s a class that conflicts with Fantastic Beasts Protection, you two have no choice but to go along with it.”

“That would be even better!” Hermione nodded.

Finally, Professor McGonagall came over to them and handed them the course selection form.

Neville spent a little more time choosing his courses, watching Professor McGonagall study his application form and OWL grades, his round face filled with nervousness.

“Herbalism, very good,” Professor McGonagall said. “Professor Sprout will be pleased to see you get an O in your OWLs exams and continue taking the course. Your E also proves you’re qualified to continue with Dark Arts… The problem is Transfiguration. I’m sorry, Longbottom, your A won’t get you into the NEWT phase. Don’t think you can handle this course.” Neville lowered his head, and Professor McGonagall stared at him from behind her square-rimmed glasses. “So why did you insist on taking Transfiguration? I don’t recall you particularly liking it.”

Neville mumbled pitifully, "Grandma wants..."

“Tch.” Professor McGonagall scoffed. “Your grandmother 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 nervously.

Professor McGonagall had never praised him before.

“I’m sorry, Longbottom, I can’t let you take my NEWt-level class. But I saw you got an O on your Charms exam, why don’t you try taking the NEWt-level Charms class?”

“Grandma doesn’t think Charms class is worth taking…” Neville muttered.

“Let’s choose Charms,” Professor McGonagall said happily. “I’ll remind Augusta not to think the course is meaningless just because she didn’t pass the Charms OWLs exam.”

Smiling at the incredulous joy on Neville's face, Professor McGonagall picked up a blank timetable, tapped it with her wand, and Neville's course selections appeared on it. She then handed it to him.

Tierra enrolled in every course she could this semester and then returned the course selection form to Professor McGonagall.

Professor McGonagall glanced at Tierra's course selection list, frowned, and said, "Do you even have time to attend all these courses you've chosen?"

Tiera didn't speak, but simply took out her right eye and placed it in her palm—

His right eyeball instantly transformed into a pale gold miniature hourglass encased in transparent glass.

Both McGonagall and Hermione knew exactly what it was.

After the demonstration, Tiera put the hourglass back into her right eye socket, turning it back into a golden right eyeball.

"Don't scare people like that again," McGonagall said, still shaken.

“Yes, Professor McGonagall,” Tierra said.

Although Tiera has chosen so many classes, he doesn't intend to attend every single one.

In any case, Hogwarts' final grades are based on homework and final exams. Apart from classes like the Magical Creatures Protection class that Hagrid used to teach and the first-year broom class, attendance is not important at all.

Hermione glanced at the course selection list briefly and quickly decided on the courses she would be taking next.

Hermione didn't take many courses this semester, only Charms, Dark Arts, Defense Stance, Transfiguration, Herbalism, Magical Arithmetic, Old Norse, and Potions. She immediately began studying the first lesson of Old Norse.

It seems that her experience in third grade finally taught her the lesson that you can't bite off more than you can chew.

Therefore, Hermione only chose the courses she absolutely had to take, and spent the rest of her time preparing for the general entrance exams for Hogwarts University.

"And what about you, Harry?" Professor McGonagall turned her gaze to Harry after taking away Tyrell and Hermione's course selection forms.

This section of the original text is quite lengthy; I'll try to update another chapter later today.

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