Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 582 Busy
Sixth grade after-school time wasn't as easy and enjoyable as Ron had imagined—

Ron thought that by taking fewer classes, he would have plenty of time to do what he wanted, such as practicing hard to get into the Gryffindor Quidditch team.

Even though Ron had tried his best to take fewer courses, the large amount of homework still took up most of his time each day, making him feel like he was taking an exam every day.

In addition, the courses have become more difficult than before.
Lately, half of what Professor McGonagall teaches them each day leaves Harry and Ron completely bewildered. Even Hermione has to ask Professor McGonagall to repeat her lessons a couple of times, or drag her into gym class to keep asking her until she gets impatient.

Incredibly, despite Hermione's increasing complaints, Harry's best subject suddenly became Potions. Hermione attributed this to "The Half-Blood Prince," while Tyella, seemingly to give Harry confidence, attributed it all to Harry's own talent and hard work.

“Look at Harry,” Tierra once said earnestly, “you lent that book to Ron and Hermione, and they couldn’t even get into it—”

“It’s not that I can’t stand it.” Hermione, who was frantically writing her Transfiguration paper, suddenly looked up and stared intently at Tyella. “I just think his scribbling is completely meaningless!”

“Alright, alright.” Tierra shrugged helplessly. “It means you have a connection with the original owner of this book. Harry, you two might have a lot to talk about.”

"Hmm," Harry nodded silently. For some reason, even though Tyella was trying to comfort and encourage him, Harry could always detect a hint of schadenfreude in her tone.

Both Snape's Defense Against the Law sixth-year course and Tyella's Advanced Dark Arts course required students to cast spells as silently as possible during class. However, in Tyella's Practical Dark Arts class, students were required to cast spells not only silently but also without a wand.

Of course, the students in the slow class of the Dark Magic class are still consolidating their magical calculations, while the students in the regular class are still learning how to construct magical constructs.

Thanks to Dumbledore's Army training, most of the fifth and sixth-year students in Gryffindor were placed in accelerated and practical classes.

This made the atmosphere in the Gryffindor common room and the fifth and sixth year study hall a bit oppressive, because now everyone had to use spells silently, whether in Dark Arts class, Defense Against the Law class, Charms class, or Transfiguration class.

Harry often saw his classmates looking purple when he looked around the common room or during lunchtime, as if they had taken too much Eunopel, but he knew they were actually practicing their spells in secret.

Going to the plant greenhouse became a relaxing experience, even though they were assigned plants that were more dangerous than those in herb class. At least here they could scream loudly when poisonous tentacles suddenly grabbed them from behind.

The excessive homework and the frantic practice of the Silent Spell kept Harry, Ron, and Hermione from visiting Hagrid for quite some time. Hagrid had also stopped eating at the faculty dining table, which was not a good sign. Several times when they encountered Hagrid in the corridors or on the playground, he did not notice them or hear them greet him.

“We have to go and explain to him,” Hermione said, looking at Hagrid’s empty chair at the faculty table during breakfast on the third Saturday.

“But… but we have the Quidditch tryouts this morning!” Ron said, disgruntled. “The Magic Team’s Quaffle is waiting for us to practice! Even if we go, what are we supposed to explain? Are we supposed to tell him we hate this stupid subject? Besides, Tierra already told us that we have a scheduling conflict.”

“We don’t hate it!” Hermione retorted. “I, I, I just think we, as good friends, should talk to Hagrid face to face. You know, it’s about communication. And I always feel it’s not right to lie to our good friends like that.” “Then you go and talk to him yourself. I haven’t forgotten those Blasttails,” Ron said stubbornly. “I’m telling you, if we go now, we’re jumping into a fire pit. Didn’t you hear what he was going to do to his stupid brother? If we stay there, we’ll have to teach Gromp how to tie his shoelaces.”

“But I don’t want to keep not talking to Hagrid,” Hermione said, frustrated. “It makes me feel like I’m bullying him.”

“We can go after the Quidditch selections are over,” Harry promised Hagrid, though he also missed Hagrid, even though he felt it was best to avoid meeting Grump, like Ron had done.

"But the selection process might take up the whole morning; there are so many people signing up." He felt a little nervous about this first challenge he faced as captain. "I don't know why our team has suddenly become so popular. I really wish Tierra could be with me."

Harry glanced around nervously—

The seat in the classroom that belonged to Tiera was also completely empty.

This morning was a slow-paced lesson in Dark Arts, so Professor Tyella finished breakfast early and left early. Meanwhile, student Tyella went to Horace Lugghorn's office early in the morning with a notebook, saying she was going to ask a question.

Almost every weekend after her first Potions class, Tiera would go to Horace Slughorn early in the morning to ask him questions, and then return to her dorm very late.

Harry had no idea that Tyrell, who was already so intelligent and knowledgeable, could have any questions for him.

"Oh, come on, Harry," Hermione suddenly became impatient. "You'd better get a grip on your independence! It's not Quidditch that's popular, it's you! It's you! It's you!"

Hermione's voice rose higher and higher with each word.

“You’re very funny, and frankly, you’re very talented,” Hermione said.

Ron banged a large piece of salted fish on the table. Hermione glanced at him dismissively, then turned to look at Harry.

“Now everyone knows you know the truth, doesn’t they? Now the entire wizarding world has to admit that you saw Voldemort return, and that you led us all to bravely fight the Death Eaters at the Ministry of Magic last term, didn’t you?” Hermione encouraged Harry.

“But it was Tyrell who ultimately defeated Voldemort,” Harry weakly argued. “If Tyrell could—”

“But you’re the chosen one,” Ron suddenly interjected. “And you don’t have as many creepy spells as Tyrell. Believe me, Harry, as a prospective Quidditch player, I’d much rather face you alone during the team selections than have Tyrell standing next to you. To be honest, it’s a little… a little awkward for both of us.”

(End of this chapter)