Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 327 A Self-Disciplined Writer

Just moments before the meteorite struck, in the instant everyone closed their eyes in the blinding red light, Tiera waved her hand—

A huge, luminous circular hole suddenly appeared beneath the Berlog Dragon.

The Berlogosaurus only had time to let out a "roar" before it fell into the round hole.

After the Berlog Dragon disappeared, the light-material circular hole also vanished instantly.

Tiera paused again, then said "Mad Walker," before roaring—

You shall not pass!

The Nakt Wall, composed of white light, lit up again and collided violently with the falling meteorite.

An invisible wave, carrying pebbles, spread and crashed outwards like ocean waves, producing a thunderous roar.

The roar lasted for nearly five minutes before gradually fading away.

Nearly ten minutes later, the audience's hearing and vision gradually recovered from the loud noise and red light caused by the meteorite impact on Earth.

"That's... what kind of magic is that?"

The first to recover was Nicholas Lemai.

To be precise, when the meteorite appeared, Nikolai Lemai turned off the live broadcast of the match, guessing that he would turn it back on after the meteorite surge had passed.

Then Hathaway Romanoff recovered; the artificial life form's capabilities gave her far greater adaptability and resilience than others.

"What is that?" Hathaway Romanov murmured to herself, her face pale.

After that, Dumbledore, Mrs. Rosie, Professor McGonagall, Professor Barty Moody Jr., and other powerful wizards gradually recovered.

Their faces were equally grim.

Once everyone's sight and hearing had returned, Tierra smiled, raised the golden egg, bowed in four directions like an actor taking a bow on stage, then waved the "Mad Walker," and a stone bridge appeared, extending from where Tierra stood towards the entrance to the Dragon Arena—

The entire arena had been sheared down by nearly ten meters in height by the meteorite. Tiera now stood on a protruding, solitary stone pillar, surrounded by molten lava melted by the high temperature.

"He, he, he—" Newtscamander exclaimed excitedly, pointing a trembling finger at Tiera after seeing what had happened on the field, "He, he, he killed that dragon!"

Dumbledore also stared at Tyella with a gloomy expression.

“That’s not the point, Newt,” Dumbledore said seriously, then sighed. “What kind of monster has Gellert created…”

At the same time, Dumbledore glanced at Newtscamander and then said:

"That's why I need you to come watch the game... Please take care of this little monster for me."

……

Tierra saw Harry when she returned to the waiting area—

Harry was covered in blood, as were Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour.

Apparently, the meteorite impact on Earth caused a minor earthquake, resulting in minor injuries to Harry, Krum, and Fleur.

"What...what just happened?" Harry asked, a little dazed, after seeing Tierra appear in the warriors' waiting area. "That, that tremor—"

"Tierra, you got the golden egg?" Harry exclaimed excitedly when he noticed what Tierra was holding. "Great! You did it!" Harry was so happy he almost cried and reached out to hug Tierra.

But after holding him for only a short while, we suddenly heard a "snap"—

A heavily made-up, curly-haired woman appeared in the warriors' private rest tent at some point. Behind her was a burly, dark-haired man carrying a heavy magical camera on his shoulder, which was emitting a wisp of white smoke, indicating that he had just finished taking a photo.

Harry jumped up in fright.

“Oh my God, young, beautiful, and forbidden innocent love.” The curly-haired woman, or rather Rita Skita, exclaimed excitedly, rubbing her hands together, then looked at Tiera—

“First of all, congratulations on successfully completing your first project,” Rita Skita said.

Tiera ignored Ritaskita, but gently patted Harry on the back and said, "Good luck. The first task looks dangerous, but it's not actually that difficult. Just remember what we've been training on."

"Mmm." But Harry still sniffled nervously.

Rita Skita, standing to the side, looked slightly stiff with a smile.

“Mr. Lockhart, the magic you used truly shocked us, far exceeding the spells that most fourth-year wizards could master, especially that meteor spell at the end—others wouldn't even dare to dream of it.” But Rita Skitta didn't give up, shamelessly continuing to press, “So could you tell us a little about the spells you used? I believe our readers and audience will be very interested in this. Did your adoptive father, Gilderoy Lockhart, teach you? Or did Headmaster Dumbledore impart them to you privately?”

Rita Skita emphasized the word "privately".

"Meteorite? What meteorite?" Harry asked, puzzled. Even Viktor Krum and Fleur Delacour looked at Tyella in surprise.

“It’s nothing, Harry,” Tierra lied with a smile. “It’s just a rock that was summoned from the sky using the Summoning Charm. If you practice, you might be able to summon one yourself someday.”

"Oh, right, to be honest, I'm actually a bit hungry after finishing the first project." Tiera continued to ignore Ritaskita, turning her gaze to the pastries and drinks on the long table in the center of the tent.

Rita Skita still had a smile on her face, but she was already grinding her teeth viciously.

If Tiera hadn't just demonstrated her ability to summon a meteorite from outer space, she would have already started making things up—

“Mr. Lockhart!” Rita Skitta stepped forward, wanting to continue asking questions, but at the same time—

"Mr. Lockhart!" A chubby, middle-aged wizard walked in from the tent entrance, nervously wiping the thin layer of cold sweat from his face with a handkerchief.

“Mr. Lockhart,” the middle-aged wizard who had just entered, or rather Ludobagman, calling Tiera’s name again, said, “there’s a slight disagreement within the judging panel regarding your score…we might need to ask you to come over…”

“Well…no, it’s not a big deal…” When Tyella turned her gaze to Ludobagman, Ludobagman stammered for a moment, “It’s just…it’s just…it’s mainly Mr. Karkaroff and Mrs. Maxim…they have some objections to your performance…I, I, I agree with Headmaster Dumbledore, we think your excellent performance deserves a perfect score.”

Ludobagman was now secretly lamenting his actions, regretting his past decisions.

The requirement to participate in the competition in Katya for a mere 1,500 Galleons.

"Hehe." Tiera smiled politely, then said, "Let's go then."

He was the one who tricked Ludobagman out of 1,500 gold gallons first, so it's understandable that Ludobagman wanted to retaliate. Besides, he didn't even manage to get revenge in the end. He's not Tang San, who can act like a virtuous woman after being a prostitute.

Therefore, there's no need to take such things to heart.

Especially since Tiera made a profit.

Thank you Lang Tunhai for the 500 Qidian coins.

Thank you Lianyoucao for voting for me in January.
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(End of this chapter)