Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 133 The Portraits of the Banquet

“How could I possibly know…” Tierra chuckled awkwardly. “I only found out when I came out of Professor Lockhart’s office just now—”

"Oh my goodness, it's so late! Let's hurry! We'll miss the Christmas dinner if we don't leave now—" With that, Tyella grabbed Harry's sleeve and ran toward the Great Hall.

Harry politely refrained from asking further questions, and Hermione followed behind Tyella and Harry with a gloomy expression. It seemed that only Ron was clueless and confused.

But he knew they were going to eat, so he followed the three of them.

To be precise, Ron surpassed them, entering the hall even before Tierra and finding the best spot—

There were steaks, chicken legs, fried pork chops, and fragrant egg tarts. You could eat some of Hogwarts' most delicious food in no time without having to stand up, stretch your arms, or order your house-elves. This place had become Ron's go-to spot during holidays.

"Look! Their steaks are coated with cheese this time!" Ron exclaimed excitedly, rubbing his hands together, and reached for a steak—

However, Tyella jabbed him into the air with her wand.

"Did you wash your hands?" Tierra asked.

"Uh...no...no, I don't think so," Ron stammered.

“Put your hand out into the aisle,” Tierra said, waving her wand, then cast a spell on Ron’s chubby little hand—

"The spring water is as clear as water—"

A stream of clear water gushed from the tip of Tiera's staff.

After letting the water flow for thirty seconds, Tiera stopped casting the spell. Ron shook the water off his hands, grabbed a piece of cheese steak and a fried pork chop, and started eating.

Hogwarts has a tradition of holding a Christmas dinner a few days before Christmas Eve, allowing students who are going home or not to get together and enjoy the last wonderful moments of the semester.

Whenever there was such a large banquet, Ron would always pull Tyella, Harry, and Hermione to be the first to sit at the Gryffindor long table.

When Ron's steak was half gone, the young Gryffindor wizards began to emerge from the main entrance.

By the time Ron had finished eating the chicken leg, the banquet hall was already full of people, bustling with noise and excitement.

The teachers usually arrive a little later than the students, but they are all seated in the teachers' section before Dumbledore arrives.

Gilderoy Lockhart was usually the first teacher to arrive; after all, among the entire Hogwarts teaching staff, he was the only one who spent all his time doing nothing but putting on makeup.

But Gilderoy Lockhart was late today; he didn't appear until seven minutes after Dumbledore arrived at the main entrance of the banquet hall.

She wore a dark formal suit with a pale red cloak draped over it, and a purple spider lily brooch was pinned to her chest.

It must be said that although Gilderoy Lockhart was uneducated and incompetent, he was still quite good-looking.

Tall and slender, with the perfect features of a handsome German man, his face was perfectly proportioned, and with his golden hair and snow-white teeth, Gilderoy Lockhart looked like a prince who had stepped out of a fairy tale book.

No wonder Hermione, the usually calm and reserved precocious witch in the original book, was deeply infatuated with Gilderoy Lockhart. It wasn't until the end of the term, after she was freed from petrification and heard Ron and Harry tell her about Gilderoy Lockhart's "amazing deeds," that she disgustedly threw away all his books.

Wait, why isn't Hermione so blindly worshipping Lockhart anymore?
Oh, so it's because of myself.

Tyella, a little proud, held her head high and asked Harry to fetch her a piece of tuna mashed potatoes that was placed some distance away.

Wait a minute, why should I feel proud?

“Here you go, Tyella—” Harry carried the entire bowl of mashed potatoes that had been next to George and Fred to Tyella. “Thank you…” Tyella paused, then noticed that Harry’s voice seemed to have changed slightly—

Tierra touched her forehead, suddenly recalling some recent changes in her body that she had experienced while taking a bath, and it seemed as if she suddenly understood—

Could it be that I'm going through puberty?

Tiera sighed inwardly.

This is so tough! No wonder Hogwarts doesn't allow the open teaching of Dark Magic—

The influence of dark magic, coupled with the effects of puberty hormones in young wizards, means that almost every one of them will become a dark wizard.

Gilderoy Lockhart's appearance caused a minor commotion. Aside from his clothing, appearance, and greasy smile, Tiera felt that Gilderoy Lockhart possessed a unique charm that drew people in, made them want to…

Oh, the same old trick, Tom Riddle is using his love charm again.

Gilderoy slowly walked from the main entrance of the banquet hall to the professors' seats, like a peacock that always shows off. As he passed Tiera, he shook his cloak and smiled at her.

"What's wrong with Lockhart?" Seemingly disgusted by Lockhart's greasy smile, Ron unusually put down the chicken leg in his hand and took a sip of pumpkin juice to cleanse himself.

"Who knows?" Tierra continued cutting the steak on her plate. After acting for more than two months, Tierra was basically immune to Gilderoy Lockhart's greasiness. Even if Lockhart did a striptease in front of him, Tierra would just eat the steak and move on, not keep it to disgust him.

After Gilderoy Lohart finished laughing at her, Tiera clearly heard a gasp from the surrounding area—

Tierra turned her head and saw Hermione sitting next to Ron with a slightly flushed face, looking down and struggling aimlessly to cut the steak on her plate.

The other professors turned their heads away with disgust; clearly, they all knew that Gilderoy Lockhart had cast some kind of spell on them.

Professor McGonagall, in particular, couldn't resist drawing her wand from her waist when she saw the many young witches blushing and staring infatuated at Gilderoy Lockhart's smile—

But Dumbledore, who was sitting next to her, gently pressed her back down.

Dumbledore glanced at Gilderoy Lockhart, then at Tyella, before looking away with some confusion.

After Gilderoy Lockhart was seated, Dumbledore, as usual, gave a few opening remarks, summarized the gains and losses of the first semester, wished everyone a Merry Christmas, and then invited everyone to continue enjoying the food—

Although everyone had already eaten before Dumbledore spoke.

Tyrell noticed that after the banquet officially began, Dumbledore, across McGonagall, Snape, and Mrs. Pince, spoke something to Gilderoy Lockhart with a kind expression—

Gilderoy Lockhart, however, answered with a beaming smile, standing tall and proud like a peacock.

Caught in the middle, McGonagall and Snape looked pale and sickly.

Snape was alright, just with his usual gloomy face, while Professor McGonagall was frantically giving Dumbledore meaningful glances.

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