Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After entering June, the atmosphere in the castle became tense and exciting again.

Everyone was looking forward to the third competition that would be held one week before the holiday, but in contrast, Harry found it particularly difficult.

The first thing is about Mr. Barty Crouch. The death of Barty Crouch caused an uproar in Hogwarts. Although Harry was very happy that no one finally talked about him, Tiera, and Dumbledore. The romantic gossip between them has been forgotten, but the tragic death of Barty Crouch has indeed cast an inexplicable shadow over Hogwarts.

And then there are his scars—

During a divination class at the end of May, Harry had a nightmare——

He dreamed that Voldemort was torturing Wormtail, and even prepared to feed Wormtail to snakes... But soon, Voldemort received a letter from an owl. After reading the letter, he let Wormtail go, saying that his mistake had been corrected. , the person who shouldn’t be there died——

Harry almost instinctively connected what he saw with the death of Barty Crouch.

After waking up from the nightmare, Harry's scar was burning and hurting more than ever before.

Then he was in Dumbledore's office and accidentally encountered a magical object called a pensieve.

In the pensieve he saw a memory belonging to Dumbledore——

In this memory, he learned that both Karkaroff and Snape had been Death Eaters, and that Bagman had also worked for the Death Eaters...and Mr. Crouch's son Barty Crow Jr. Odd, he died in Azkaban...

To be honest, this series of events made the young Harry become mentally and physically haggard, and he seemed to have lost a lot of weight.

Fortunately, Tiera looked at Harry's hard work and returned to the way she did at the end of first grade, massaging Harry's forehead when his scar hurt to soothe him.

But every time Harry and Tiera talked about a series of strange things that happened at Hogwarts and put forward the idea of ​​a huge conspiracy, Tiera would always shake her head helplessly, and then persuade Harry to feel at ease and not to be nervous. , telling Harry that all this was just a delusion caused by him being too nervous——

Anyway, you have to go if you want to go, and you have to go if you don’t go. Voldemort will definitely be resurrected, and he will definitely have to use your blood, just like Snape once said in the seventh part-

"You raise him like a pig ready for slaughter."

Now the little piggy Harry is going to the execution ground to draw blood first. Instead of making the little piggy nervous before going to the execution ground, it is better to let him relax——

Little Harry can't change anything anyway.

In addition to Tiera, Sirius now sends an owl to deliver letters almost every day. In each letter, he reminds Harry that you have no responsibility to care about things outside the walls of Hogwarts, and you have no ability to impose on them. Influence, let him concentrate on the game.

"If Voldemort is really getting stronger, I think we must first ensure your safety. With Dumbledore's protection, it is impossible for him to attack you, but you have to be more careful and don't take risks! We will discuss other issues later. We are here Sir, you and your friends should not cause trouble everywhere!"

Harry's nerves were fraying as June 24th approached, even more so than before the first and second projects.

Because he knew the content of the competition before the first and second events, but the third event——

Harry knew nothing.

The unknown is the scariest thing.

On the day of the match, the Gryffindor breakfast table was very lively. The messenger owl arrived and brought Harry a lucky card from Sirius.

It was just a piece of parchment, folded in half, with a muddy paw print on it, but Harry liked it.

Tiera also gave Harry something -

It was a gold coin that was uneven and somewhat pitted. There was a simple drawing on one side that looked like a child's graffiti.

"Lucky gold coins." Tiera said with a smile, "It can help you resist some magic. Don't be too nervous about today's game. The championship will definitely be yours."

——This is the troll amulet made by Tiera when she was in first grade. It allows the holder to gain the same magic resistance as the troll three times. It is the first magic item that Tiera made in the true sense. From the perspective of occultism, From a regular perspective, "the first one" always has extraordinary mystical significance.

In Nicoreme's alchemy hut, Tiera reworked it so that Tiera could remotely activate the troll amulet, so the originally smooth troll amulet became a bit bumpy.

The purpose of Tiera giving the Troll Amulet to Harry was not only to ensure that Harry would be safe when facing Voldemort in the cemetery, but also to enable Harry to get to the center of the maze where the trophy is located as quickly as possible——

After all, in addition to the various monsters in the maze in the third level, the most threatening thing is the confusing effect of the maze.

Tiera gave Harry the Troll Amulet in the hope that Harry could resist the mind-affecting magic in the maze, and she wished Harry in advance that he would be the first to win the trophy.

"Thank you, Tiera." Harry said, and then carefully put the gold coin in his jacket pocket, "But I think the championship should be yours."

"No, Harry." Tiera said with a kind smile, "The championship is ours."

"Remember our agreement?" Tiera said, "No matter who wins the trophy, the prize money from the Triwizard Tournament will belong to another person."

"So the championship is ours." Tiera said with a smile.

"Yeah!" Harry nodded heavily.

The morning of the last event of the Triwizard Tournament happened to be the last exam at Hogwarts——

History of Magic exam.

As Triwizard Champions, Harry and Tiera do not have to take the final exam.

But Tiera would go to the examination room for every exam. She did not sit at the back of the classroom like Harry, but walked back and forth in the examination room, looking at this student's test paper and then at that student. The test paper, then sighed, and "tsk tsk tsk" a few more times.

He had been kicked out of the exam room by Professor McGonagall, Professor Moody, Professor Flitwick, Professor Sprout, and Snape before.

But because Professor Binns, the teacher who teaches the history of magic, is a ghost and cannot kill people, Tiera actually made Tiera "tsk tsk tsk" half the exam!

Although Harry was not a mind reader, he swore that at least half of the students in the examination room wished Tiera would die in tonight's competition.

During lunch time after the exam, Professor McGonagall appeared in the auditorium.

"Potter, and Tiera, the warriors gathered in the conference room next to the auditorium after breakfast," she said.

"But the game doesn't start until tonight!" Harry accidentally spilled scrambled eggs on himself, thinking he had remembered the time wrongly.

"I know, Potter," said Professor McGonagall, "but the warrior's relatives have been invited to watch the final, and you can meet them."

After that, she walked away, and Harry stared at her back in a daze.

"She doesn't think the Dursleys are coming, does she?" he asked Tiera blankly.

"It's the Weasley family." Tiera continued to eat the steak on the plate. "Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall considered the bad relationship between you and the Dursleys, so they called the Weasley family."

"Really?" Harry finished the rest of his lunch in three strokes, then pulled Tiera and ran to the conference room next to the auditorium.

Inside the conference room, Viktor Krum spoke rapid Bulgarian to his dark-haired parents in a corner of the room. He inherited his father's hooked nose. On the other side, Fleur was chattering to her mother in French. Fleur's little sister Gabrielle was holding her mother's hand. Gilderoy Lockhart was standing in the corner of the conference room, still dressed so gorgeously. , but what was different from usual was that Gilderoy Lockhart wore a pair of large, dark black sunglasses, which almost occupied half of his face.

In addition to Gilderoy Lockhart, there was another tall man and a petite girl standing there.

"Xenophilius Lovegood, Luna Lovegood's father." Tiera said. There seemed to be a hint of doubt in his voice. "The Lovegood family founded a company called " "The Quibbler" magazine is almost as popular as the "Daily Prophet" in terms of sales. I think we have been slandered too much by Rita Skeeta. It's time to come back and name it, so I asked Mr. Lockhart to Mr. Fugood also called over."

"Oh oh oh" Harry nodded unconsciously.

Then Harry saw Mrs. Weasley and Bill standing in front of the fireplace, looking at him with smiles.

"Didn't think so!" Mrs. Weasley said enthusiastically.

Harry stepped forward with a smile on his face.

"We wanted to come watch you play, Harry!" She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.

"How are you?" Bill smiled and shook hands with Harry, "Charlie wants to come too, but he can't leave."

Harry noticed Fleur Delacour eyeing Bill with interest over his mother's shoulder. You can tell she's not at all averse to long hair and earrings with fangs.

"That's very kind of you," Harry said softly to Mrs. Weasley, "I was still thinking about it - Dursley -"

"Hmm." Mrs. Weasley pursed her lips. She had always avoided criticizing the Dursleys in front of Harry, but her eyes would sparkle every time she heard their names.

"It's good to be back," Bill said, looking around the conference room. The Fat Lady's good friend Violet blinked at Bill in the frame, "I haven't seen this place for five years. Is the portrait of the mad knight still there?" Sir Cadogan?”

"Oh, it's still there," Harry said.

"Where's the Fat Lady?" Bill asked.

"She was there when I was at school," Mrs. Weasley said. "One day I came back to the dormitory at four o'clock in the morning, and she gave me a good scolding—"

"What are you doing outside the dormitory at four o'clock in the morning?" Bill said, looking at his mother in surprise.

Mrs. Weasley smiled, her eyes sparkling.

"I was taking a walk with your father. He was caught by the house master at the time, Apollyon Prinnlo. Your father still bears the mark on his body."

"Take us around, Harry?" said Bill.

"Okay." Harry said. They headed for the door leading to the auditorium.

Harry had a very pleasant morning walking with Bill and Mrs. Weasley in the sun-drenched grounds. He showed them Beauxbatons' carriage and Durmstrang's ship. Mrs. Weasley is very interested in the Whomping Willow, which was planted after she left school. She kept talking about Hagrid's former gamekeeper, his name was Ogg.

"How's Percy?" Harry asked as they visited the greenhouse.

"Not very good," Bill said.

"He's very annoyed," Mrs. Weasley looked around and lowered her voice. "The ministry didn't want to publicize Mr. Crouch's death, but they took Percy away and questioned him about Mr. Crouch's death. They seemed to think that the instructions might not have been written by Crouch. There was a lot of pressure on Percy, and they did not let him replace Mr. Crouch as the fifth referee, but made Cornelius Fudge instead."

The three of them returned to the castle for dinner.

"Mum - Bill!" Ron was startled as he sat at the Gryffindor table, "What are you doing here?"

"Come watch Harry's final!" Mrs. Weasley said cheerfully. "I must say, it's a nice break from not having to cook. How did you do in the exam?"

"Oh... not bad," Ron said, "I couldn't remember the names of all the rebel goblins, so I just made up a few, that's okay." Ron said while eating meat pancakes. Mrs. Weasley said with a serious face: "They are all called Longbeard and Lala, the sloppy one. It's not difficult to make them up."

Fred, George and Ginny also sat over, and Harry was so happy, as if he was back at the Burrow.

Bagman seemed quite happy, but Cornelius Fudge, who was sitting next to Mrs. Maxim, had a sullen face and said nothing. Madame Maxime was immersed in her meal. Harry felt that her eyes seemed a little red. Hagrid at the other end of the table kept looking towards her.

The dinner was larger than usual, but Harry didn't eat much because he was really nervous now. As the enchanted ceiling turned from blue to dark purple dusk, Dumbledore stood up at the staff table and everyone fell silent.

"Ladies and gentlemen, in five minutes, I will invite everyone to the Quidditch pitch to watch the final event of the Triwizard Tournament. Now, warriors, please follow Mr. Bagman to the sports ground."

During dinner, Tiera also appeared. Harry waved to him, wanting to invite him to sit down and finish eating together, but Tiera looked very anxious and seemed to be holding a few pieces of letter paper in her hand. When he arrived at where Fleur was sitting, Draco said a few words as if pleading, and then gave her the letter. Then he found Viktor Krum, exchanged a few words with him, and gave him a few more words. Letter paper, and then——

Just as he appeared, Tiera disappeared in a hurry. After that, when Harry and other warriors went to the competition venue for the third event, they saw Tiera——

Tiera had already appeared at the competition venue, looking around with some confusion——

I don't know if it was Harry's illusion, but he always felt that there seemed to be a slight difference between Tiera now and Tiera just now.

Harry didn't know how to describe this feeling, but he just felt that Tiera was different.

This was originally a Quidditch pitch, but it is now completely unrecognizable.

A hedge twenty feet high surrounded the edge of the field. There was a gap in front of them, which was the entrance to this large maze. The passage inside is dark and a bit scary.

In addition, directly opposite the gap, there are four tall changing rooms made of wood.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the much-anticipated final event of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin!" Ludo Bagman said excitedly, "Now allow me to explain the last event to the audience and the four warriors. Rules for items.”

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