Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 126 The Wandering Ball

Two days before the Quidditch match, on the night of the first Thursday of November, Tyella hid in the Chamber of Secrets and did not reappear from sunset on the first day to sunrise on the second.

It wasn't until the early hours of the next day that Tiera floated out in the form of a "parasite."

As it flew out, a pale black wizard's robe followed behind the "parasite"—

The wizard's robe was pitifully small, like the robe worn by a four- or five-year-old child.

In addition, there is a matching pointed wizard hat—

This is Tiera's second molt.

Four months later, Tierra began his second molt—

This time, Tiera crafted an extra-small wizard's robe from her molted skin—

This was a simple creation; it was a dark magic item made using Tiera's second molt, the basilisk's venom, and Tiera's own poison.

After all, Christmas was approaching, and Tierra had to start preparing gifts again.

The first Quidditch tournament of the semester is in two days—

On the night before the match, Harry remembered Tyrell's prophecy again.

After all, the accuracy of Tyrell's prophecy is undeniable—

Over the past month, Tyrell has made only a handful of prophecies, but each one has come true with remarkable accuracy.

So Harry had insomnia again.

"Tierra—" Harry climbed back onto Tierra's bed, lay down beside her, and gently shook her. "Are you asleep?"

"What's wrong, Harry?" Tierra quietly slipped "The Alchemy of Death and Life" under her pillow.

"No...it's nothing." Harry fled in panic.

baffling.

Tierra pulled out "The Alchemy of Death and Life" from under her pillow and continued reading.

On Saturday morning, Harry woke up early, but chose to stay in bed a little longer, staring blankly at the sleeping Tyella—

Harry didn't sit up until Tyrell opened her eyes.

Harry felt nervous about the upcoming Quidditch match; he had never been so nervous before, especially thinking about Tyrell's prophecy—

Harry shook his head, patted his cheeks, then got up, dressed, and went downstairs with Tyrell for breakfast.

When they arrived at the Great Hall, Harry and Tyella found that the other members of the Gryffindor team were all crammed around the empty long table, looking nervous and silent.

As eleven o'clock approached, the entire school faculty and students began heading to the Quidditch stadium.

It was a cold and damp day, with distant rumbles of thunder in the air.

Harry and Tyella parted ways at the locker room door. Harry went into the locker room and put on the bright red Gryffindor jerseys with the team. Then, as was customary, Xinwood gave them a pre-match morale-boosting speech.

At 11 o'clock, the competition officially began.

When the fourteen Gryffindor players walked out of the locker room and onto the field, they were greeted by a noisy commotion.

The main reaction was cheers and applause, because both Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff wanted to see Slytherin defeated, since Slytherin was so good at attracting hatred.

But at the same time, boos and jeers from the Lytherin crowd could also be heard.

The Quidditch referee, Mrs. Hooch, asked Flint and Wood to shake hands. They glared at each other menacingly and gripped each other's hands unnecessarily tightly.

“Listen to my whistle,” said Mrs. Hotchki, “three, two, one!”

A roar of cheers erupted from the crowd as the fourteen team members soared into the leaden sky. Harry flew higher than the rest, squinting as he looked around for the Golden Snitch. But just as Harry came to a stop high in the air, a heavy black ball suddenly flew toward him.

Harry, with his keen reflexes as a chaser, narrowly dodged the ball, even feeling it brush against his hair as it flew past.

I saw—your figure being chased by the ball—

More than a month ago, Yera's prophecy suddenly echoed in Harry's mind.

"Watch out, Harry, prophecy!" George said, rushing past Harry with his bat in hand, ready to hit the stray ball at the Slytherin.

Harry saw George hit the Runaway Ball hard at Derainpsey, but the Runaway Ball changed direction midway and flew straight towards Harry.

Harry quickly descended to avoid it, but George then slammed it heavily towards Slytherin.

However, the bouncing ball, like a boomerang, turned around again and aimed straight for Harry's head.

Harry suddenly accelerated and "whoosh" flew to the other end of the arena.

But Harry could still hear the Blink ball whistling past him.

Fred Weasley was waiting for the ball at the other end. Harry ducked sharply, and Fred slammed his bat down on the ball with all his might.

The ball was knocked to the other side.

"It's solved—!" Fred shouted happily. But before he could finish, the ball seemed to be magnetically attracted to Harry, chasing after him once again, and Harry had no choice but to run away as fast as he could.

It started to rain, and Harry felt large drops of rain hitting his face and splashing onto his glasses.

"Someone, someone tampered with this ball!" Fred shouted as he forcefully knocked away the ball, which was launching another attack on Harry.

“We need to take a timeout,” George said, gesturing to Wood as he blocked the ball from moving.

Wood heard George's shout.

At the same time, Mrs. Hooch's whistle blew, and Harry, Fred, and George landed near the ground, but at the same time, George and Fred flanked Harry, driving away the crazed ball.

"What to do? What to do? What to do?" Hermione anxiously clutched the scarf around Tyella's neck, making it almost impossible for Tyella to breathe.

"Don't...don't worry...ha, Harry won't be in danger..." Tyella struggled to pull Hermione's hand off her scarf.

Harry, George, Fred, Wood, and the rest of the Gryffindor team discussed for a while in the low air before deciding to continue the game.

The rain was getting heavier. At Mrs. Hooch's whistle, Harry pushed off with his feet and soared into the sky again. He heard a whooshing sound behind his head, knowing the bouncing ball was chasing him again.

Harry rose higher and higher, sometimes turning, sometimes spinning, sometimes plummeting, sometimes spiraling upwards, sometimes meandering east and west, following a zigzag path. He felt slightly dizzy, but still kept his eyes wide open.

As Harry hung upside down, dodging another fierce attack from the Blink Dagger, rainwater streamed into his nostrils. He suddenly heard a pause in the whooshing sound of the Blink Dagger passing by—

Tyella! Harry quickly glanced down after steadying his broom—

The ball stopped in mid-air for some reason.

And Tierra—

Standing at the edge of the pitch, the usually meticulous Tierra's legs were submerged in the rain-soaked mud and sand, with a small "diary" floating in front of him.

Tierra smiled at Harry.

But suddenly, Tiera's face turned deathly pale, and she stumbled backward, falling into the mud.

The ball went out of control again and continued its charge towards Harry.

Harry had to start flying around the track like a scooter, squinting as he searched for the Golden Snitch through the silvery rain curtain—

Suddenly, a golden light flashed.

(End of this chapter)