Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 348 Merry Christmas, Mr. Grindelwald

Because it was still the Christmas holiday the next day, Tierra didn't eat breakfast and slept until noon, feeling incredibly refreshed.

The other Gryffindor students were the same, which made the Gryffindor common room much quieter than it had been in recent days, with people chatting idly and being interrupted by yawns from time to time.

Tierra went straight to the Great Hall for lunch, where she met Hermione, whose hair was now completely disheveled.

Hermione confessed that she sprayed a lot of quick-smooth hairspray on her hair to prepare for the ball—

“But doing this every day is too much trouble and a waste of time,” Hermione said practically, scratching Crookshanks’ ear as the cat hummed contentedly.

Ron and Hermione seemed to have reached a tacit understanding, and neither of them mentioned their argument.

They are now very friendly and polite to each other, but it seems a little awkward.

Ron and Harry immediately told Hermione and Tyella about the conversation they had overheard between Madam Maxim and Hagrid, but neither Hermione nor Tyella seemed to care about such things.

“Actually, I’ve always thought he was a giant,” Hermione said, shrugging. “I know he can’t be a pure-blooded giant, because they’re all around twenty feet tall. But honestly, we don’t need to be so paranoid about giants. They can’t all be that scary… It’s a prejudice, like how people treat werewolves… It’s just a preconceived notion, isn’t it?”

Ron seemed to want to retort with some harsh words to Hermione, but perhaps not wanting to argue anymore, he simply shook his head dismissively when Hermione wasn't looking.

During the first week of the holiday, almost everyone was busy having fun, because there had never been so many people staying on campus for Christmas.

With so many young wizards who were out of school and still in their adolescence, they got together and made so much noise that they almost ripped the roof off Hogwarts.

Fortunately, the Hogwarts professors were farsighted and assigned more homework than usual before the Christmas holidays began.

So the young Hogwarts wizards' high spirits lasted only a week before they all obediently went to finish their homework.

After the Christmas holidays finally came to an end, everyone seemed to have calmed down—

Harry was different; because of the Triwizard Tournament, he didn't have to do homework, but he started to feel a little nervous again.

The problem is that once Christmas is over, February 24th suddenly seems much closer, and he hasn't even properly considered what the clues hidden in the golden egg actually are.

Therefore, he now often takes the golden egg out of the box, secretly goes to a secluded place, opens it, and listens carefully, hoping to uncover its secrets—

He forced himself to think of something else the sound could remind him of besides thirty musical saws, but he couldn't recall anything else; he had never heard such a sound before.

He had never heard such a sound before. He closed the golden egg, shook it vigorously, and then opened it again to see if the sound had changed.

No, it's still the same, almost unchanged.

He even tried asking the golden egg questions, shouting at the top of his lungs amidst its screams, but to no avail. He even threw the golden egg to the other end of the room—

However, he himself did not expect that doing so would be of any use.

Harry knew that Tyrell must have already unlocked the secret of the golden egg.

Harry knew that if he asked, Tyella would be willing to tell him.

But Harry just didn't want to speak.

He wanted to solve the mystery entirely on his own, feeling that Tierra was already so outstanding, and he himself needed to become even more outstanding.

Therefore, on the first day of the new term, when Harry went to class, he not only carried his books, parchment and quill as usual, but also felt the heavy burden of the golden egg on his mind, and he looked a little absent-minded.

At breakfast that day, Harry bumped into Draco Malfoy.

Malfoy and the other Slytherin students were gathered at the end of the long table near the door, grinning at Harry with ill intent.

As Harry walked from the doorway toward where Tyrell, Hermione, and Ron were sitting, not only Slytherin students but also students from other houses stared at him with strange looks.

"Hmm... what's wrong?" When Harry sat down at the table, he saw Hermione and Ron both looking furious, while Tyrell maintained her calm smile, cutting her breakfast. "That's too much!" Hermione angrily slammed her newspaper on the table. "That's too much! That's too much! That's too much!"

Harry could tell that Hermione was really angry, and even Ron next to Hermione looked sullen.

Harry picked up Hermione's newspaper and began to read—

The Dark Secrets of Dumbledore

This report was filed by our special correspondent, Rita Skeeter.

"There is some kind of improper relationship between the Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry headmaster, the eccentric Albus Dumbledore, and his student, Tierra Lockhart, who is also the adopted son of the famous author Gilderoy Lockhart."

"Clearly, what our reporter guessed a few months ago came true on the night of the Christmas dinner."

"Tiella Lockhart, this plain-looking but ambitious Muggle wizard, finally won Albus Dumbledore's favor at the Christmas dinner with a dance."

"We don't yet know how the famous savior Harry Potter will react to this heartbreak."

The newspaper also featured a large photograph—

That photo was absolutely stunning.

Tyrell held Dumbledore's hand, the old woman and the young girl dancing gracefully in the messy and lonely ballroom.

Dumbledore's eyes were filled with nostalgia and infatuation, while Tyrell's eyes held only shrewd calculation.

Tiera was very pleased with the photo.

It was worth it that he dragged Dumbledore around in circles that night, allowing Rita Skitta to find such a good angle and take such a great photo.

That day, as soon as Rita Skitta transformed into a beetle and flew into the Great Hall, Tierra sensed it. Considering all aspects, Tierra returned to the Great Hall and invited Dumbledore to dance with her.

As for why the photo of Rita Skitta shows Tierra dancing with Dumbledore, rather than Grindelwald dancing with Dumbledore—

Because Tiera wasn't using any illusion or transfiguration magic at all.

It wasn't even magic, just a little trick—

Just like when Tierra threatened Igor Karkaroff the night the Goblet of Fire spewed out his name, and when he scared Lucius Malfoy on the night of the World Cup, Tierra was simply using his powerful mental dimension to challenge Dumbledore's mental dimension.

So no matter what Dumbledore, Igor Karkaroff, or Lucius Malfoy saw, everyone outside was only seeing Tyella.

That's why Grindelwald's vision of Dumbledore was so lifelike—

Because this is the Grindelwald in Dumbledore's memory, this is Dumbledore's Grindelwald.

Tierra merely uses this memory as a shell to bring "Grindelwald" to life.

Tierra calmly set down her knife and fork, elegantly wiped her mouth with a napkin, smiled, and took the newspaper from Harry, who was angrily berating Rita Skitta. She carefully folded it and placed it in a tin box.

Inside the tin box was a photograph, a picture of Tierra and Dumbledore on a cruise ship.

"Merry Christmas, Mr. Grindelwald."

Tierra smiled and placed the newspaper and the group photo together.

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