Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The moment Tiera put on the crown, his figure experienced some inexplicable change.

Tiera grew taller, paler, and thinner.

Black mist rose from Voldemort's body, forming a wide, pitch-black cloak that hung loosely around his body.

Just like he said——

"From then on death took on an image."

"Tiela, mention, mention, Tiela!?" Cornelius Fudge's good memory allowed him to clearly remember Tiela as a "nobody".

But it was precisely because he remembered that he was so shocked by Tiera's resurrection.

Cornelius Fudge was present at Tiera's death.

He even witnessed Tiera's death with his own eyes. He still remembered that day, and he still remembered the scene a year ago when the thin boy fell pale and weak in Dumbledore's arms.

The boy's death was so real that Cornelius Fudge couldn't help but rub his eyes, as if to confirm that everything in front of him was not an illusion.

"Boom -" there was a painful muffled sound, Tiera stepped on him, and the bloody Voldemort fell to the ground of the Ministry of Magic hall as if he had lost traction.

From the heaving chest and painful moans, it can be seen that Voldemort is still alive——

But his vital signs were already very weak.

"Ms. Maca Far Moncasa." Tiera said softly. He was still floating in the air, illusory, cold, and erratic, like a ghost, but more solid than a ghost.

"Please don't let him die." Tiera slowly descended, her pale, slender, as if fleshless feet gently stepping on the ground.

Frost spread along the place where Tiera landed, and every footprint carried traces of ice.

"He still needs to live and accept the justice of the people." Tiera said with a smile. Ice-cold air spurted out from Tiera's mouth and nose, freezing like winter. The air he inhaled was like threads.

The air in the room was as thin and cold as the top of a mountain, which made the Ministry of Magic officials, including Cornelius Fudge, shiver.

"I'm very happy that we meet again, Minister Fudge." Tiera walked over with a smile and extended her hand as if to shake hands with Cornelius Fudge——

But Cornelius Fudge took a few steps back in fear.

He hid in the crowd in a hurry.

"It seems that Minister Fudge is really a noble man with a lot of past." Tiera said with a smile.

"Abba aba aba aba aba aba?" Cornelius Fudge looked at Tiela with confusion, his mind was confused.

"Haha." Tiera snapped her fingers——

"Snapped--"

Everything fell into silence, the sound disappeared, and it seemed that even the air was no longer flowing.

Except for Cornelius Fudge, Tiera, Dumbledore, and others at the Golden Book Conference, no one was moving. Cornelius Fudge watched everything around him fall into a strange and strange calm. middle.

Cornelius Fudge looked up at Tiera in panic——

At this time, he discovered that Tiera's right eye turned into the color of smelted gold, as dazzling as the midday sun.

——Time stopped.

In Cornelius Fudge's eyes, everything around him was stained with an old yellow, like an old faded photo. Only the bright, lively and agile light ejected from Tiera's right eye.

"I paused time." Tiera waved her hand seemingly casually——

Cornelius Fudge was lifted up by some inexplicable force.

“Clang, bang, clang—”

There was a violent collision in the distance.

Just when Cornelius Fudge tensed up his nerves and was mentally prepared to encounter something even weirder——

A desk and several chairs flew down from upstairs and landed in front of Cornelius Fudge.

Cornelius Fudge was pressed to his seat by an inexplicable force.

Only then did Cornelius Fudge realize that this seemed to be his desk and office chair.

"You, you, you, you, what do you want to do?" Cornelius Fudge was so scared that his tongue trembled.

"Haha." Tiera smiled faintly, as if she was looking at a naive child or an old fool.

"Since this time last year, you and your Ministry of Magic have been claiming that the man who must not even be named is back." Tiera tilted her head, curled her lips, and pointed to Voldemort lying behind her, " But now he is here, lying here, alive."

"Have you ever thought about what the public in the magical world will think of you?" Tiera asked with a smile, "Or how do you think your favorite Daily Prophet will guide the public opinion in the magical world?"

"But we have defeated Voldemort!" Cornelius Fudge, a politician's instinct, overcame his fear and instantly grasped the key to the problem. "As long as we kill him, the public opinion and the public in the wizarding world will still-"

"Please allow me to remind you." Tiera interrupted ruthlessly, "I defeated Voldemort, not us. Whether the credit for defeating Voldemort should be shared with you depends on your attitude."

"What do you mean?" Cornelius Fudge became alert.

"I mean your power, Minister Fudge." Tiera said with a smile, "If you are willing to hand over your power, if you are willing to serve as a puppet minister for a short time and accept our suggestions and guidance, then There will be us-"

"Headmaster Dumbledore will come forward and explain all your previous stupid policies as our plans, as smoke bombs to paralyze the enemy."

"You will be the greatest minister in the history of British magic. You will be the only minister who personally captured Voldemort, the terrifying second-generation Dark Lord, during your term of office. Your great achievements will be remembered by everyone."

"But you are treason!" Cornelius Fudge said in a stern and upright voice, but through his eyes, Tiera saw a hint of movement, and even Cornelius Fudge was thinking about bargaining.

"Okay then." Tiera waved her hands and said, "If the negotiations break down, you will be driven out of office holding on to your integrity and inner Xiao Jiujiu!"

"Do you really think that you still have the power to bargain with us?" Tiera's smile gradually became distorted, full of ferocity and malice, "Do you really think that you still have any leverage? "

"The reason why we chose you is because choosing you as a puppet cost us the least time, not because you are the only one." Tiera stared at Cornelius Fudge and said, "With the authority of Principal Dumbledore, we can create public opinion , it is not difficult to oust you and then promote a completely sincere Ministry of Magic official as Minister of Magic, it is just... a little time-consuming."

After that, there was a long silence, and finally——

"Okay..." Cornelius Fudge struggled to squeeze out the word through his teeth, "I promise..."

"This is the choice a mature politician should make."

Tiera stretched out her hand and waved it in front of Cornelius Fudge.

Tiera's fingers cut through the space in front of Cornelius Fudge like a sharp blade.

A thick stack of documents.

Cornelius Fudge looked through the documents and found that it was the "Hogwarts Education Reform Act" that Dumbledore threw out at Harry Potter's hearing a year ago.

But as Cornelius Fudge read through it, the "Hogwarts Education Reform Act" turned into a devil's contract with countless detailed clauses.

Among them are the Tarot Secret Society——

The restrictions placed on Cornelius Fudge by the organization to which Tiera belonged also included the obligations owed to the Minister of Magic by the Taromists.

This devil's pact was far looser than Cornelius Fudge imagined.

But when Cornelius Fudge turned to the signature column on the last page, a quill burning with flames was handed to Cornelius Fudge——

"Just like Professor Dumbledore said a year ago." Tiera said with a smile, "You will eventually sign the Hogwarts Education Reform Act."