The Incident Where Only Voldemort Got Hurt

"Timor Mud!" Hermione said expressionlessly.

After returning from Hogsmeade Village, even Hermione had no mood to head to the library in a soaking-wet coat stiff with cold, so they unanimously decided to return to the Gryffindor Common Room—

At least they could change into clean, dry clothes first.

The Fat Lady's portrait nodded and swung open to let them into the Common Room.

The Gryffindor Common Room was packed now, and the air was thick with the smell of damp clothes.

Most people had had the same idea as them and returned to Hogwarts early because of the dreadful weather.

"Phew." After changing, they gathered again in the Common Room. Ron was the first to emerge with a long exhale, then brazenly chased away a first-year sitting by the fireplace so he could take the seat himself. "I finally feel alive again."

"Cough, cough!" Hermione coughed sharply. She poked Ron with the tip of her shoe, shoving him right off the sofa, then let the first-year sit back down.

"Bullying younger students who have just started school is not something a prefect should do," Hermione reprimanded sternly.

Ron pursed his lips in dissatisfaction and found another empty spot near the fireplace to sit down.

Then Harry, Tierra, and Hermione also plopped down nearby.

Harry was still holding the Half-Blood Prince's copy of "Advanced Potion-Making" and reading it.

Hermione took out a copy of "Introduction to Alchemy."

For once, Tierra was not calculating anything. Instead, he was reading a copy of "Death and Life Alchemy."

Now, it seemed that Ron was the only one with nothing to do.

So he could only look left, look right, look left, look right...

Meanwhile, a wisp of golden-red flame suddenly ignited before Professor Tierra, who was preparing lessons in his office.

Immediately afterward,