Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The first lesson the next morning after the not-so-pleasant trip to Hogsmeade was Potions.

This potions class was still boring and boring, it was nothing more than asking questions for relief. Hermione Granger answered the questions frantically, earning Slughorn's praise. Then during the potion brewing session, Tiera always The first one to finish was followed closely by Harry, while the other students always stopped cooking in response to Horace Slughorn's stop slogan, and then looked at the first one to finish with hatred and jealousy. Those two people.

After the Potions class ended, Tiera grabbed Harry and asked him to stay, and then waited until all the students, including Ron and Hermione, had left the cold and damp Potions classroom——

"Professor Slughorn!" Tiera stepped forward and whispered to Horace Slughorn, "I wonder if you are free in your free time? I have some things I want to get rid of you."

"Ah?" Horace Slughorn first showed a surprised look, then looked at Harry, who was still standing in front of his potion table, and said, "Oh, Harry, Tiera and I have something to do. Want to talk"

"It's about Harry," Tiera said with a smile.

"Huh? About Harry?" Horace Slughorn looked even more surprised, "What about Harry?"

"I hope you can tutor Harry in Occlumency," Tiera said.

"Tutoring Harry to learn Occlumency?" Horace Slughorn showed an extremely difficult expression at first, as if he was hesitating about something, "You can't teach Tiera a magic like Occlumency. Really? You should be good at all kinds of magic, right?"

"I know Occlumency, but I don't know how to teach it," Tiera said calmly. "My talent lies in magic that can be learned through rational calculations. I am not very good at this kind of magic that is more spiritual. .”

"And we all know that you are the wizard with the strongest teaching ability and the highest teaching level in the entire Hogwarts, not only in the entire European wizarding world." Tiera praised, "Even Dumbledore can't compare with you in teaching alone. you."

"Oh Tiera, you've gone too far." Horace Slughorn said embarrassedly but helpfully, "But, but Tiera, you, you know, I, I still have to endure it. Make, cook that thing.”

Horace Slughorn said cryptically.

"Oh, don't worry, Professor Slughorn, this matter won't take up much of your time at all. I believe that with your superb teaching ability and Harry's talent, you will be able to love Harry in a very short time. Let Harry initially master this magic, and leave it to me to refine it later."

"But Tiera is our refining." Horace Slughorn said with a gloomy expression.

"Don't worry, Professor Slughorn." Tiera said in a tone of "Just relax," "I believe that if you and I work together, the refining will not take too long, and"

Tiera suddenly lowered her voice and said mysteriously, "Furthermore, I asked Harry to train Occlumency because it plays a vital role in the confrontation with the mysterious man."

"Okay, okay, okay!" Horace Slughorn said through gritted teeth, "Since you said so, I'll agree."

Harry felt that Horace Slughorn's "promise" was full of reluctance and seemed to delay him greatly.

This made Harry a little curious——

Obviously, what Horace Slughorn meant by "that thing" was the Philosopher's Stone, and teaching himself Occlumency would obviously delay his refining of the Philosopher's Stone.

But according to Tiera, this magic stone was given by Tiera to return it to Nicoléme. In other words, Horace Slughorn doesn’t care whether he refines the magic stone quickly or slowly. This magic stone No stone will belong to him——

Unless he can gain some benefits if he can refine the magic stone early, such as using the magic stone to create a certain amount of elixirs or something like that——

But why should it be refined in advance?

At this time, Tiera had already agreed with Horace Slughorn on the time for Harry's first private lesson in brain defense, which would be between six and nine o'clock this Saturday night.

"Harry, can you go have lunch first?" Tiera said to Harry with a smile, "Bring me a smoked tuna sandwich, two salt and pepper egg drops, and a fruit salad without salad dressing. .”

"Ah?" Harry woke up from his aimless thinking, "Aren't you going to the restaurant with me for dinner?"

"I still have some things to discuss with Professor Slughorn." Tiera said, "Go quickly."

With that said, Harry was half pushed and half pulled out of the Potions classroom by Tiera, and the door to the Potions room was closed.

This made Harry a little disappointed, so he had to walk towards the stairs and go to the auditorium on the first floor to eat.

But why should it be refined in advance?

Harry was walking alone in the corridor on the basement floor, feeling bored and lonely. He could only continue the random thoughts in his mind.

Do they have a delivery time?

Does Nick Flamel have a delivery time?

Or does Nick Flamel need to use the Philosopher's Stone at a specific time and never take it out again after using it?

No, Harry thought. He had met Nico Flamel during the battle at the Ministry of Magic last semester. He was a very amiable, enthusiastic and generous old wizard. If Horace Slughorn wanted to borrow the Philosopher's Stone to create immortality, Nico Flamel would definitely not refuse the elixir.

So why?

Harry had arrived at the door of the auditorium unknowingly. He quickly glanced at the crowded auditorium, which was many times larger than before, and quickly found Hermione and Ron——

This was easy, Harry just had to look at the place where the most stacked grilled chicken wings were, and he would be sure to find Ron there.

Next to Ron was Hermione.

Harry raised his feet and walked towards Hermione and Ron.

Suddenly, an idea flashed through Harry's mind. After recalling how the last magic stone in Nicoreme was hidden and how it was broken, Harry seemed to have figured out some key point at once -

"Nicholas Flamel is going to become a god!" Harry sat down next to Hermione and whispered, "Nicholas Flamel must have become a god recently!"

"Ah!" Hermione was startled, but soon she showed the excellent strategic qualities she had trained during Dumbledore's Army. She carefully looked around and found that no one was looking around, and then she relaxed. He took a breath, and then asked in a low voice, "What? Why are you so sure?"