Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 209 Target Determination
After Halloween, the first Quidditch match drew near, but the weather grew increasingly worse. Under Mrs. Hooch's supervision, the Gryffindor team trained bravely and diligently, even more so than before.

Despite the immense busyness Harry experienced, both in his studies and Quidditch training, he still felt incredibly relaxed.

Because the old Tierra is back, the one who silently stands behind Harry, the one who plans everything for him—Tierra is back!

When Harry returned from training in the cold rain, Tierra would hand him a towel, a bowl of hot soup, and a bottle of warming potion; when Harry was too busy training to do his homework, Tierra would help him complete it.

Tyella would encourage Harry when he was nervous; she would stand up for him and fight back when Harry was bullied by Snape, instead of constantly trying to calm him down as before.

It was as if a strange tacit understanding had been established between them. They seemed to communicate without words; often, Harry only needed a gesture, a glance, to communicate with Tierra. Tierra would prepare everything for Harry, like a strong support system.

This gave Harry a sense of belonging for the first time, as if he had found his pillar of support.

However, after the last training session before the match on Saturday, Harry returned from the Quidditch training ground looking dejected.

"What's wrong, Harry?"

Tierra promptly draped a dry, warm towel over Harry's shoulders.

“It’s a competition,” Harry said dejectedly. “We’re not playing against Slytherin anymore, we’re playing against Hefpatch. Our training for the past week has been all about Slytherin, I’m scared…”

Draco Malfoy was unable to join the Slytherin Quidditch team in his second year because his family was swindled out of money by the Tyrells.

However, he still stood out in the Slytherin Seeker selection at the end of his second year, and successfully joined the Slytherin Quidditch team by virtue of his own strength and by donating a Nimbus 2000 to the Slytherin team.

But unexpectedly, this newly recruited Seeker spent a week in the hospital before he even started training.

Although he eventually made a full recovery before Quidditch training, thanks to Draco Malfoy's usual superb acting skills, at least half of the people at Hogwarts believed that Draco Malfoy was still crippled.

This is also why many young wizards began to distance themselves from Tiera:
They had never seen such a brutal, direct, and bloody fighting style.

When it was Quidditch's turn, Draco Malfoy secretly trained with the rest of the team, but publicly stated that his injury was still serious.

Therefore, as the match approached, the captain of the Slytherin Quidditch team suddenly made a move, citing Draco Malfoy's injury as the reason for requesting a change in the order of the matches.

“Don’t worry, Harry, don’t worry,” Sirius Black comforted Harry as he served him a bowl of hot soup. “You’re the youngest Seeker, your talent is unmatched, and you train harder than them. Do those little Slytherin brats think they can beat you with these petty tricks? They’re too green! They don’t know that true strength lies in hard training and diligent study, not these underhanded tricks!”

"Believe in yourself, Harry, you're the best."

"Tierra" said, giving Harry another gentle hug.

"Um... thank you." Harry silently lowered his head and drank his soup. Whether it was the warm atmosphere in the room or the hot soup in his hands, a blush crept onto Harry's cheeks.

On the second day of Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Harry and Tyella were unusually late. After drinking hot soup the night before, Tyella had played wizard chess with Harry all night to ease his tension, so they got up a little late this morning.

"I'm sorry I'm late, Lupin..."

When Harry burst into the classroom, holding Tyella's hand, it wasn't Professor Lupin looking at him from the podium, but Snape.

“This class started ten minutes ago, Potter. I think Gryffindor should lose ten points. Sit down.”

But Harry didn't move, and neither did Tyella.

Where did Lupin go?

"Tiera" asked.

“He said he was too sick to come to class today,” Snape said, glancing away. “Didn’t I already tell you to sit down?”

“How could he… um…” Just as Harry was about to ask more questions, “Tiera” tugged at Harry and pulled him to sit in the last row.

"Tierra, you know something, don't you?" Harry asked quietly after they sat down. Tierra seemed more cheerful than before; this was Harry's most direct impression of her. She was no longer the one with that perpetually polite, faint smile, but had become more vibrant and radiant.

This allowed Harry to read a lot from Tyella's expressions and eyes.

“Well… but I can’t tell you, Harry,” Sirius said. “But you can rest assured, Lupin will be fine.”

“Okay,” Harry replied.

Since Tierra is unwilling to talk about it, Harry won't ask.

Harry believed in Tyella.

……

Meanwhile, the real Tierra received a letter from the University of Greenwich—

They found the cave described in Merlin's Notebook; they found the entrance to the Dreamland—

“You’ve come at just the right time,” Tierra said with a smile, then her smile faded instantly when she saw Peter Pettigrew lying on the sofa. “Perfect timing, you can come in handy too.”

After saying that, Tiera waved her hand, beckoning the "Inheritor" over. She then picked up a pre-prepared, seamlessly extending box and placed the "Inheritor" inside.

After doing all this, Tiera stretched out her hand and pushed forward, and a portal of light appeared in front of her. Then, Tiera's flesh and blood writhed, and she transformed into the likeness of Gilderoy Lohart.

The next moment, "Gidro Lockhart" appeared at the entrance of the Laboratory for the Study of Cults and Ancient Mysticism at the University of Greenwich.

"Mr. Lockhart! Professor Lockhart!"

As soon as "Gidro Lockhart" entered the office, archaeologist Judy Wilson gave him a big hug.

"What...what is this for?" Tiera was completely baffled.

"For your contributions to all mankind!" Judy Wilson exclaimed excitedly, "We've found it! I think you were right! The Dreamlands do exist!"

“Oh?” Gilderoy Lockhart raised an eyebrow, looking at Judy Wilson.

Through eye contact with archaeologist Judy Wilson, Tierra saw what was on her mind—

In their search for disappearances and legends of the devil's trade in Central Asia, they compiled a wealth of archaeological documents and historical materials.

From a vast amount of documents and countless artifacts with aesthetic styles unlike any other civilization, they discovered an ancient civilization, hidden like a shadow beneath the various civilizations of Central Asia—

The dream world is no longer a foolish, rich dog's pointless fantasy—

Led by this foolish, wealthy dog, they discovered a civilization that had never been found before.

This means money, fame, and endless glory to them; they have even prepared their speeches for television interviews for the rest of their lives.

The Dreamland has become synonymous with a brand-new archaeological discovery.

Just like their current mood, it's as wonderful as a dream.

“I’m glad you think that way.” After listening to the reports from Judy Wilson and the others, Tierra stood up with a smile and said, “Then I think you must go to the Dreamland yourself, right?”

I originally only planned to update once, but then I realized that the writing was going quite smoothly, so I decided to maintain two updates a day.

By the way, I'm asking for recommendation tickets and monthly tickets!

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