Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"No—!" Harry shouted desperately, looking at the piles of test papers in front of him.

Tiera raised her hand and poked Harry's head with two fingers, signaling Harry to stop struggling and accept the reality.

"Harry, you are already a big boy. You must understand that for a wizard of your age, a good final exam score and a complete knowledge reserve mean to you. You have to know that no matter what happens, No matter what happens, even if the magic stone is stolen, it is far less important than your studies." Tiera said with a benevolent tone.

"But...but but" Harry felt the anxiety, sense of responsibility and irritability of not wanting to do math problems intertwined in his heart. He knew that although Tiera's words made sense, when he saw the piles of test questions, Harry My eyes feel dizzy and my head feels dizzy.

"Okay, okay. Tiera, I understand." Harry whispered, "I will give top priority to review to ensure that I have the best preparation for the exam."

"Very good, Harry, make a paper first." Tiera smiled slightly, waved her hand as she spoke, and a paper full of words suddenly appeared in mid-air, and then landed lightly in front of Harry.

"Ah! I forgot that I didn't bring a pen." Harry exclaimed, "I'll go back and get it."

"No need." Tiera pushed Harry back down as he was about to stand up, and conjured another pen out of thin air.

Harry felt as if Tiera's hand on his shoulder was as heavy as a thousand pounds.

"How about I take the paper back and do it." Harry made another excuse and said, "I won't disturb you, you are too busy."

"No, just do it here." Tiera said calmly, "I can also explain it to you if you don't know the questions."

Harry looked at Tiera's noncommittal expression and felt a little powerless. Harry understood that he could not refuse Tiera's proposal now.

So Harry had no choice but to follow Tiera's instructions and sit down to start writing the test papers.

Harry held the pen and nervously glanced at the questions on the test paper——

There were many questions, almost all of which were long calculation questions, and Harry suddenly felt a sense of frustration.

"Don't look at me like that." Tiera said with a smile, "If you want to catch up in my footsteps, don't talk about my footsteps, even if you want to catch up in Hermione's footsteps, you must know these questions. "

"Don't talk about you. The officials from the Ministry of Magic in the outside world, the leaders of the various pure-blood families who were recruited by me and worked for me, would not know how happy they would be if they could get such a test paper." Yela said again, "The calculations above are all calculations of dimensional coordinates related to the ceremony of becoming a god."

"Would that be too difficult for me?" Harry asked.

"Of course." Langjiersu said with a smile, "How can I consume your excess energy if it is not difficult? It will save you having nothing to do every day and always thinking about how to protect the magic stone."

"It's no longer our first year. Voldemort has been defeated in Europe. If he had the ability, he would have made a comeback long ago, instead of dragging in Draco Malfoy, an underage brat, to stab him in the dark. Make some little moves." Tiera smiled and knocked Harry on the head.

"But..." Harry wanted to argue, but was quickly interrupted when Tiera took out another set of test papers.

"If you haven't done enough, I still have some here."