"If you want to know... you can take a good listen to Professor Trelawney's divination class." Tiera did not answer directly, "I will teach you some knowledge about dream divination when you are in third grade."
"But now...I don't think your dreams are related to the signals guided by the spiritual dimension." Tiera smiled slyly, and then twitched her nose twice in the air, "I learned from you Smells dark magic.”
"Black... black magic?" Blilim looked at Tiera blankly, his eyes full of purity that was not contaminated by knowledge.
"What...what black magic?" Brylim then asked nervously.
"It's not any special black magic." Tiera smiled and asked, "Do you want to know? If you want to know, I can let you see it."
"There's nothing wrong with a little wizard of your age seeing things in advance." Tiera paused and said, "Just think of it as previewing the knowledge of third and fourth grade students in advance."
"But, is it okay?" Blilim found that he was now nervous and scared, and there was still a trace of excitement that could not be concealed.
"Of course, why not?" Tiera stood up from the table he was leaning on, and then waved to Blelim, gesturing for him to follow.
Brilim jumped out of his seat and followed Tiera in a hurry.
"Remember to return the book to its original place next time." Tiera waved her hand.
"Please take a seat." Tiera raised her hand, and a stool flew over and appeared under Blarim's butt, and then took Blarim to the podium at the back of the classroom.
We walked out of the library, walked up a flight of stairs, and arrived at the White Magic Classroom on the eighth floor of the school——
"What, what..." Tiera said, "Although you said those words, when you think about it when you are older, you are also a bad person... You are in Hogwart In just eight years, the school rules and Ministry of Magic laws you broke were enough to send you back to Azkaban a hundred times."
The few books pulled out by Blilim flew up from the air, and returned to their original bookshelf with a "swish-swish-" sound.
"Are you also afraid of Mrs. Pince?" Blilim asked confusedly as he followed Tiera.
It was once Moaning Myrtle's bathroom and connected to Slytherin's secret passage, but it was transformed into a white magic classroom by Longirsu, who returned from the "resurrection" a year later.
"Ah...then, is that like that?" Blilim stared at Tiera with a pair of cloudy little eyes, looking at Tiera in confusion.
Under the experimental table are various experimental equipment such as test tubes, beakers, microscopes and magic instruments of different shapes and colors. They are intertwined and look very messy.
"Yes, you are afraid. As a student, a teacher, and an actual person in charge of the campus, you deserve the insult you deserve." Tiera explained calmly, "You should insult the rules of the school and the rules of society at the same time. , uphold the correct attitude towards school and society...That is also the quality you need to become an excellent wizard...Pfft..."
"Why are you laughing?" Sun Bihuam asked in understanding.
Sun Bihuamu's innocent big head couldn't understand why no one would call him a "good thing".
Tiera's podium is also the smallest magic experiment platform in the entire classroom.
"Mrs. Rampins will be angry," Tiera continued.
