Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 324 You—Don't—Pass—Away—

Tiera drew a strange dragon model with a number one hanging around its neck.

After Tyrell drew her lot, it was Harry's turn to draw. Unlike in the original story, Harry drew the Swiss Short-nosed Dragon with the number five around its neck.

“Alright, you’ve all got yours!” Bagman said. “You’ve all drawn the dragons you’ll be facing. The numbers around their necks indicate the order in which you’ll confront them, understand? Okay, I need to leave you for a bit now, because I need to give a commentary to the audience. Mr. Lockhart, you’re first. As soon as you hear the whistle, go into that area, understand? Now… Harry… can I say a few words to you? Come outside?”

“Um… okay.” Harry said blankly as he stood up and went outside the tent with Bagman.

They seemed to be whispering something, but Tiera couldn't hear them because they were too far away. Anyway, Harry went back into the tent looking embarrassed.

Almost at the same time Harry returned to the tent, the whistle signaling the start of the match blew.

"Be careful!" Harry hugged Tierra nervously. "Don't push yourself."

“Thank you,” Tierra replied with a smile, patting Harry on the back. “You too.”

After saying that, Tierra pulled the "Crazy Walker" from the pouch at her waist, held it in her hand, took a deep breath, and then walked toward the tent's exit.

"Good luck." As he passed where Viktor Krum was standing, for some reason, Viktor Krum suddenly said in a deep voice.

"Ah? Oh... thank you..." Tiera was clearly not expecting Krum to wish her well, and only gave a dry thank you, "Good luck to you too."

"Heh..." After seeing Krum bless Tierra, Fleur Delacour also grinned, "I hope you can still be that arrogant after you leave the field."

“I’ll take that as a blessing,” Tiera said with a shrug, then stepped out of the tent, walked around the bushes, and through a gap in the fence, where hundreds of faces watched him from the stands above.

At the other end of the enclosure, there stood that strange fire dragon—

But it's completely different from the model that Tiera just drew.

The dragon's stone scales stood tall and imposing, with countless flames erupting from beneath them, enveloping its entire body and making it appear from a distance like a giant of fire.

It stood upright on its two hind legs, its wings half-folded, its eyes flashing red as it stared fiercely at Tiera, grinning and emitting bursts of unpleasant and evil laughter.

Its black tail, covered in sharp spikes, writhed excitedly, leaving a series of cratered marks several meters long on the hard ground.

Tierra: ...

What the hell!

cute!!
I want to raise one!!!

"Ladies and gentlemen!" Ludobagman's voice rang out at that moment, "Please welcome our first warrior, Tierra Lockhart!"

Cheers erupted from the stadium in quick succession.

The majority of the seats were occupied by Gryffindor, Ravenclaw, and Hefpatch, while the Slytherin seats were met with boos.

However, soon, both cheers and boos were replaced by screams of terror.

Just moments ago, that strange fire dragon moved, using its two hind legs to support its flame-encased body as it charged toward Tiera.

"Oh, Merlin's beard! Look, the Berlog Dragon is moving!" Ludobagman dutifully took on the role of narrator. "In case anyone doesn't know, let me explain. The Berlog Dragon is a brand new type of fire dragon discovered last year inside the Naples volcano by the famous magizoologist, Mr. Newtscamander. It possesses far greater intelligence and fire temperature than other fire dragons, its body is covered with scales comparable to granite, and it has extremely high magic resistance."

Upon hearing Ludobagman's explanation, Tierra immediately understood what was going on.

He gently tossed the "Crazy Walker" into the air—

The "Mad Walker" transformed into a tall staff, more than a person's height, in mid-air, while Tiera glanced helplessly at the judges' stand:
Dumbledore smiled and gave Tyella a thumbs-up. Behind Dumbledore sat a lean, elderly man who looked to be over ninety years old, his face etched with worry.

Haha, as expected, he was Dumbledore's previous favorite student.

"Awooo—!" Seemingly angered by Tiera's neglect, the Berlogron roared at Tiera and then accelerated its charge.

When it reached within ten meters of Tiera, it opened its mouth and spewed—

A ball of golden-orange flame spewed from his mouth and hurtled toward Tiera.

Tierra: ...

That old geezer Dumbledore is really bold. Judging from the color of the flames, the temperature of the flames spewed from the mouth of this Berlog Dragon is probably 1,200 degrees Celsius. And this old geezer actually dared to put them on the field.

This is only possible because of me; if any other warrior encountered this, they would probably be carbonized on the spot.

etc--

It seems that other warriors won't encounter this either. Tiera remembers that when she was drawing lots, the model of Bologron crawled directly into her hand.

Haha, you kept saying I was like your own grandson, but then you turned around and tried to ruin me. You really are Dumbledore.

The bright orange flames spewed by the Berlog Dragon were extremely hot, engulfing Tiera in the blink of an eye.

A scream erupted from the audience. In the Gryffindor section, Hermione covered her mouth in worry, tears welling up in her eyes.

Ron, standing next to Hermione, also looked worried. Although he tried his best to appear indifferent, his hands, which were tightly gripping the stands, betrayed his true feelings.

Professor McGonagall and Newt Scamander shared the same concerns.

The two elderly men, both over ninety years old, stood up as if their backsides were on fire, and were about to rush onto the field.

"Wait! Wait a little longer!" Dumbledore said, stopping McGonagall and Newt Scamander.

Dumbledore first stood up, looked carefully at the arena, then slowly sat back down and said leisurely, "Sit down, it's alright, our little Tierra is fine."

"How could he be alright?!" McGonagall said angrily. "Didn't you see he was—"

But Professor McGonagall stopped halfway through her sentence—

Because in the center of the arena, where Tiera was originally engulfed in flames, a white light suddenly shone.

A white light, almost tangible, rose from the tip of Tiera's staff, which had transformed into a magic staff, and spread outwards, forming a white sphere that perfectly enveloped Tiera, blocking all the flames from entering.

The Wall of Narctis is a magic spell that combines physical and mental defense. Tiera used this spell to protect herself when Yog-Sothoth and Shub-Niggurath descended.

Immediately afterwards, Tiera flicked her tall staff—

The white orb of light exploded, causing the surrounding space to tremble violently. Berloglong was jolted back a step, then stumbled, tripping over the jagged rocks on the arena.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tiera raised her staff and leaped up—

“You—shall not—pass—!” Tiera roared as she raised her staff and struck the head of the Berlogron's dog.

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