Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 588 Hermione's Smugness

"Tiera! Tiera! Tiera!"

Harry, Ron, and Hermione rushed over when they saw Tyrell enjoying dinner in the Great Hall.

"Tiera! We know!" Hermione rushed over first, her expression a mixture of impatience and smugness—

"You're crafting a Philosopher's Stone, aren't you?" Hermione said proudly and smugly.

Tiera: "?"

Tyrell stared at Hermione in disbelief—

He wasn't surprised that Hermione knew he and Horace Slughorn were crafting the Philosopher's Stone.

After all, Tierra "unintentionally" told Hagrid about her and Horace Slughorn's crafting of the Philosopher's Stone together in order to spread the word through Hagrid's wide-mouthed jar.

What Tyrell found incredible was that Hermione had actually announced this news so openly in public—

Of course, Tyella believed Hermione was just talking to her, but perhaps because she was emotional, she was speaking quite loudly.

Although the rebate period has ended, there are still many students and teachers dining in the Great Hall. The commotion caused by Hermione has already attracted the attention of some Hogwarts teachers and students.

Yes, Tyrell wanted to use Hagrid's big mouth and Snape's infiltration to pass on the news of Horace Slughorn's forging of the Philosopher's Stone to Voldemort, further advancing Voldemort's ascension to godhood.

But the premise is that all of this is conveyed in a discreet manner, without arousing suspicion.

Hermione, on the other hand, let out all sorts of things she shouldn't have said with her shout, dragging down Tyella's originally quite ingenious plan by more than ten levels.

"Tiera, you have to be careful. Hogwarts is a mixed bag now, what if—" Hermione continued her incessant lecturing, like a mother hen.

"Sigh," Tierra sighed softly, put down her knife and fork, and tapped her right eye.

"clang--"

Centered on Tierra, pale yellow ripples, like faded old photographs, began to spread outwards, quickly enveloping the entire auditorium.

Hermione stopped her incessant lecturing, halting halfway through.

The teachers and students around them, who were eating, studying, reading, chatting, or looking around, seemed to have been put on pause.

Everyone in the auditorium felt like mosquitoes that had been doused with amber.

Tierra tapped her right eye again, as if a river were flowing backward or a videotape were rewinding.

The entire auditorium rewound to what it had just been a few minutes earlier—

"Tiera! Tiera! Tiera!"

Hermione ran in from outside the Great Hall, her face beaming with excitement and smugness, followed by Harry and Ron.

But soon, Hermione's voice softened, her steps slowed, and she walked to Tyella's side with some confusion.

"Hmm, Tyella, didn't I just tell you that we discovered you were crafting Philosopher's Stones with Professor Horace Slughorn?"

This time, Hermione's voice was very restrained, to the point that only she and Tyella could hear it.

“Yes,” Tiera said calmly. “You just ran over here, excitedly shouting that you found me crafting Philosopher’s Stones with Horace Slughorn, and kept telling me to be careful.”

"What just happened?" Harry asked, puzzled.

"You guys were too loud just now!" Tiera said, rubbing her temples in exasperation. "There's no need for everyone to know about this, right?"

“So…” Hermione asked, raising an eyebrow.

“So I just turned back time a bit,” Tierra said, “while preserving the memories of all three of you.”

“Hermione, you’re great in every way, except you’re too fond of showing off,” Tierra sighed. “Or to put it another way, you like to tell everyone everything, down to the smallest detail. But sometimes it’s wiser to see through things and not say them.”

“Like this time when I worked with Horace Slughorn to forge the Philosopher’s Stone,” Tyella said gently. “With your intelligence, you should be able to imagine that a wizard like me, who can single-handedly take on the entire Ministry of Magic and Voldemort, would have ample protection during and after the forging of the Philosopher’s Stone.”

"Yes, yes, yes, yes," Hermione said, blushing as she tried to retort.

“Tierra makes a good point,” Ron chimed in. “Hermione, you’re very smart, but sometimes you can be a bit too annoying and talkative.”

"Hmph!" Hermione nodded angrily, then sat down at the table with Ron and Harry.

Hermione looked a little angry.

However, she was also very clear that Tierra was absolutely right, so she didn't say anything else while eating dinner, but instead viciously cut the lamb chops on her plate.

"Hmm, Tierra," Hermione suddenly whispered as dinner was drawing to a close, "Can I...can I go and watch? No, I mean, do you...do you need any help with crafting the Philosopher's Stone? Like, making some potions or something? I want to help."

(End of this chapter)