Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 331 Popularity
Harry was carried into the tent where Madam Pomfrey was—

To be precise, apart from Tiera, the other three warriors were taken to the medical tent.

Although Furong Delacour won the most easily among all the players, she was still shaken by the impact of the meteorite and rolled several times on the ground, and was scratched by the jagged rocks on the field.

"Oh my goodness, Harry looks really badly injured. I should go check on him." After the Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon's body and Harry were carried off the field, Tierra also prepared to go see the injured Harry—

And the dead Hungarian Tree-Peak Dragon.

"Goodbye, Headmaster Newtscamander."

After saying this, Tyella slipped away, ready to make her escape, but—

“Oh, yes, as a good friend you should go see him.” Dumbledore reached out and took Tyella’s arm, then said, “How about this, let Newt go with you, and please take my sincerest blessings with you.”

After saying that, Dumbledore gave Newt a wink.

Newt reluctantly stood up and followed behind Tierra.

After stepping down from the stands, Tierra turned left, but—

“Mr. Lockhart,” Newtscamander said expressionlessly, “this is the way to the medical tent.”

"Oh, right, look at me, I'm lost again." Tierra laughed awkwardly.

"Four years at Hogwarts?" Newt raised an eyebrow and asked, "And you still get lost so often?"

“I often get lost,” Tierra said with a shrug.

“Sigh…” Tiera sighed, “I can’t find my way home.”

Remembering that Tierra was an orphan, Newtscamander's heart softened, and he didn't ask any further questions.

The old man and the young man walked silently toward Madam Pomfrey's tent.

When Tierra and Newtscamander reached the tent, Tierra didn't rush inside. Instead, she first lifted a corner of the tent and peeked inside—

“Harry, you’re amazing!” Hermione shrieked, pointing at Ron, whose face was contorted with rage as his arms were covered in nail marks.

Because the match with Tierra had been so thrilling, Hermione had been nervously gripping Ron's arm.

"You're amazing! You're so amazing!"

However, Harry was staring at Ron. Ron's face was deathly pale, and he was staring blankly at Harry as if he were a ghost.

“Harry…” Ron said guiltily, his expression very serious, “Whoever threw your name into that Goblet of Fire—I—I think they wanted you dead!”

It's as if nothing happened in the past few weeks—

It was as if this was the first time Harry had seen Ron since being chosen as a champion.

"You finally understand?" Harry said coldly. "It's been long enough."

Hermione stood nervously between them, glancing from one to the other. Ron hesitated, opening his mouth. Harry knew Ron was going to apologize, but he suddenly realized he didn't need to hear it.

“It’s alright,” he said quickly before Ron could finish speaking, “let’s forget about it.”

“No,” Ron said, “I shouldn’t—”

“Forget about it,” Harry said.

Ron grinned awkwardly at him, and Harry smiled back.

Hermione suddenly burst into tears.

Tiera, standing outside the tent, smiled with satisfaction.

“Aren’t you going in?” Newtscamander asked.

“No need, let’s go,” Tierra said. “I hate this kind of scene the most.”

"Why?" Newt asked, puzzled. "Why do you hate this kind of scene? Isn't this kind of scene nice?"

“All beautiful things must eventually perish,” Tierra said, then turned and walked away, leaving behind a forlorn silhouette. Newtscamander was somewhat shocked by Tierra’s precociousness, deeply moved, and then—

“Mr. Lockhart…” Newtscamander grabbed Tierra by the back of her collar, then turned her around. “The stands are over there, not in the dragon enclosure.”

Tierra: ...

Ah, now I know why Dumbledore likes you so much.

Having her little scheme exposed by Newtscamander, Tyella could only continue walking towards the audience seats with a blank expression.

When Tierra and Newtscamander returned to the stands, the score of the match was also announced.

First, the score for Tierra:
Dumbledore gave it a score of nine.

That's understandable. Although Dumbledore's attitude towards him is ambiguous now, he is still a warrior of Hogwarts and a member of Gryffindor. So, as a referee, he will definitely give himself a high score without attracting the attention of others.

But to Tierra's surprise, Ludobagman and Dubati Crouch also gave him high scores, and not just ordinary high scores, but—

满分十分！

When Ludobagman saw Tierra appear, he smiled at her in a fawning manner, and Tierra simply smiled back.

And Batty Crouch—

He still had a cold expression, as if it were none of his business.

Apart from that, the principal of Durmstrang, Igor Kakarov, gave Tiera a respectable but not exceptional score of seven.

And Mrs. Maxim—

They only gave Tierra four points.

In other words, Tyella's total score is Dumbledore's nine points, Barty's ten points, Ludo Bagman's ten points, Igor Kakarov's seven points, plus Mrs. Maxim's four points, for a total of forty points.

Even though Mrs. Maxim only gave her four points, it still put Thiella at the top of the class.

Besides these, the highest scorer was Viktor Krum with a total of 32 points, followed closely by Harry with 31 points, and finally Fleur Delacour with only 28 points.

Clearly, because the meteorite from Tiera made it too easy for Flem Delacour to win, the judges other than Maxim didn't give high scores, only six or seven points as a token gesture, and Igor Kakarov even gave the lowest score of three.

"Congratulations, you did well." After announcing the scores, Barty Crouch bowed slightly and shook hands with Tierra.

“Thank you, Mr. Crouch,” Tierra said politely, returning the handshake.

Through the "peeping" magic, Tierra saw that Barty Crouch's mind was shrouded in mist.

As expected, just like in the original story, Barty Crouch the Elder was put under the Imperius Curse by Barty Moody the Younger and is now in a state of being controlled.

That's very interesting—

As the organizers and hosts, the British Ministry of Magic and Hogwarts School, in order to ensure fairness and avoid disputes, generally do not give their students full marks, no matter how excellent they are; at most, they will give them nine marks, like Dumbledore.

Ludobagman giving himself a perfect score is understandable, as Tyella wanted to please him after he had demonstrated such great power.

But what about Barty Crouch?
If he hadn't been under the Imperishable Curse, Tiera could have assumed he was impressed by her charisma and magical prowess, which was why he gave himself a perfect score.

However, now that Barty Crouch the Elder is being controlled by Barty Crouch the Younger, Barty Crouch the Elder's actions are the will of Barty Crouch the Younger, which is Voldemort's intention.

The only purpose of giving yourself a high score is to make yourself win.

Tierra suddenly remembered that on the night of the Goblet of Fire registration, Barty Crouch Jr., disguised as Professor Moody, had slipped two notes into the Goblet of Fire.

"Sigh..." Tiera scratched her head helplessly—

Am I really that unpopular?

Why do both the underworld and the legitimate world want to kill me?

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