Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 350 Dumbledore's Malice
In the end, no amount of pleading, cajoling, or threats could persuade Tierra to budge, and she remained adamant that the second match would be a one-on-one contest.

Harry had no choice but to go to the bathroom alone.

Harry only stayed in there for a few minutes before running out. After quickly tidying himself up, he hurriedly ran to the library.

Clearly, Harry already knew the information inside the golden egg—

As soon as Harry entered the bathroom, and after the tub was filled with various colored water and bubbles spraying from several faucets, Harry did as Tyrell had instructed, completely submerging the golden egg in the water, opening it, and then taking a deep breath before diving underwater—

Inside the opened golden egg, strange sounds were singing in unison:
"Find us, where our voices resound."
We cannot sing on the ground.

When you search, please think carefully:

We stole your most beloved treasure.

You only have one hour.

To find and reclaim the items we took,
After an hour, all hope was lost.
It has vanished completely and will never reappear.

Now Harry finally understood why Viktor Krum would practice swimming in such cold weather.

At the same time, Harry felt a chill run down his spine—

He simply couldn't imagine how a person could stay underwater in icy water for an hour.

Harry even missed the dragon from the first project a little.

"Did you hear that clearly?"

—At that moment, a sudden sound rang out in the bathroom.

"Ah!?" Harry, who had just lifted his head from the bath, was startled and swallowed several mouthfuls of bubbles. He quickly stood up from the water, spat, and looked in the direction of the sound—

An ugly, weeping female ghost sat cross-legged on a dragon's head—

It was Moaning Myrtle, and people often heard her weeping sadly in the drainpipe of a second-floor washroom. Harry had never seen her, but he often heard her legends.

“You, you, you…you’re Myrtle!” Harry exclaimed angrily. “I—I’m not wearing anything!”

"Hehehe..." Myrtle said with a charming laugh, "Don't be so shy, I'm a ghost now, what's wrong with looking at me?"

After she finished speaking, Myrtle looked up and glanced at Harry.

"But, but, but..." Harry stammered, reaching out to haphazardly scoop the instant noodles around him towards himself.

"Hehehe..." Myrtle laughed as she flew off the tap, like a diver, into the bathtub, and then suddenly popped out.

“You’re much shyer than that other fourth-grader,” Myrtle said, having finished laughing. “He let me look all I wanted without any hesitation.”

“Wait, another fourth-year kid?” Harry said in surprise. “You, you mean Tyella?”

“What are you looking at?” Harry asked again.

“Hoo…” Myrtle didn’t answer, but instead tugged at her collar with one hand and fanned herself with the other. “He’s really hot.”

"Myrtle!" For some reason, Harry suddenly felt a surge of anger.

"Hehehe..." Myrtle laughed again. "Don't be angry, Harry."

“In exchange,” Myrtle continued, “he wants me to pass on a few words to you about the second event.”

"What did you say?" Harry asked curiously.

“He said!” Myrtle cleared her throat, mimicking Tyella’s usual calm smile—

It was exactly the same expression on Tierra's face. Clearly, the long, boring period gave Myrtle ample time to cultivate hobbies that didn't require physical contact, thus honing her superb acting skills.

“He said, Harry…” Myrtle mimicked Tyella’s tone, ““Regarding the second project, Harry, you have to—”

You must learn to work hard on your own!

Harry: ? ? ?
"Figure it out yourself. Good luck, believe in yourself. I won't help you!"

"Don't bother me unless it's important. If you need something, go find Professor Moody or Hermione. Good luck!"

Harry: ...

So after Harry came out of the bath, he headed straight for the library, somewhat defiantly, hoping to find a way to complete the second project within the vast Hogwarts Library.

……

While Harry was exploring the Hogwarts library, Tyrell, free from Harry's interference, was also browsing through parchment and books in a library on a desolate planet tens of thousands of light-years away from Earth.

Tiera floated cross-legged in the very center of the library, surrounded by dozens of parchment scrolls—

All of this comes from Merlin's Notebook.

Considering Merlin's reckless nature, Tiera dared not continue using the original alchemical matrix of Merlin's ascension ritual. So she began to verify, check, and improve the alchemical matrix of Merlin's ascension ritual little by little.

……

Meanwhile, in the Chamber of Secrets beneath Hogwarts, another Tyrell sat cross-legged in the center of the chamber, flaunting her wealth, doing almost the same thing as the Tyrell in the library—

The only difference is that inside the open collar of this Tiera's dress, you can see a constantly spinning, gleaming gold timer.

Tierra was very glad that she had taken advantage of the last semester and squeezed the Ministry of Magic out of a large sum of money for a Time-Turner.

This gave him almost twice as much time, so even knowing that Merlin's ascension ritual had gone wrong, Tiera was able to remain calm and composed, and proceed with the calculations and corrections.

"Hmm..." Tiara, tired of calculating, raised her hand and pinched her brow. "This time converter is really a good thing... I have to think of a way to keep it for myself."

……

As the day of the competition drew closer, Harry, Viktor Krum, Fleur Delacour, and Tyella were all busy preparing.

Time flies.

Almost in the blink of an eye, it was February 23rd, the day before the second project, with less than twelve hours to go before it started.

At this point, Dumbledore once again summoned Newtscamander to his office.

“Newt,” Dumbledore said with a smile that made Newt feel uncomfortable, as if he were being watched by some old fox.

“I’ve heard you have many magical creatures,” Dumbledore said, pouring Newt a cup of tea.

"No way!" Newt almost shouted. "Don't even think about it!"

“Oh, no, no… I think you may have misunderstood me,” Dumbledore said with a smile again. “I remember you have a family of horned water snakes and a few horse-like water monsters, don’t you?”

"What, what are you going to do?" Newt asked Dumbledore warily.

"Don't you think it's time to let them out and swim in the real lake?" Dumbledore asked.

I'm so sorry everyone, I've been really busy today, so I'm updating a bit late.

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