Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 356 The dust has settled
After about five or six minutes, the referees seemed to have finally reached some kind of agreement and walked from their seats to the diving platform where the warriors were. Mrs. Maxime's expression didn't seem so bad anymore, and her gaze towards Tyella was no longer full of hostility, but rather carried a hint of contempt. Clearly, Dumbledore, that old fox, had provided a satisfactory solution.

However, Tyella didn't notice Madame Maxim's gaze, because she was currently engrossed in a brand new game—

Torture Rita Skita.

Every time Ritaskita tries to swim out of the Black Lake, Tiera kicks her back into the lake.

Tierra's actions were not stopped in any way.

Even with Professor McGonagall and Hagrid standing right there, they made no attempt to stop Tyella—

To be precise, it should be—

"Tierra!" Professor McGonagall shouted, seemingly angry. "Stop it! It's incredibly ungentlemanly to treat a lady like this!"

"Of course, if you don't listen to this old hag, there's nothing I can do!" Professor McGonagall then added quietly, "After all, you're a champion of Hogwarts now! In order not to dampen your enthusiasm for participating and winning glory for the school, I can't punish you!"

"At most, we'll deduct one or two points from Gryffindor!" Professor McGonagall concluded.

And Tierra—

As if he hadn't heard a thing, he continued to kick Rita Skita into the icy lake.

At the same time, while kicking, he muttered to himself, "Serves you right for spying on my secrets, serves you right for spying on my secrets, serves you right for spying on my secrets."

Now that everyone is watching, Tiera can't just kidnap Ritaskita directly.

Moreover, Rita Skita certainly wouldn't turn into a beetle in public.

So Tiera pretended to have lost her mind, as if Ritaskita had hit a nerve.

It wasn't until Dumbledore came over that Tiera pulled Rita Skitta out of the icy lake.

Then, quietly, she stood in a row with the other three warriors, her face once again displaying that innocent, naive, and expectant expression, and smiled at Dumbledore—

“Professor Dumbledore,” Tyella said with a smile, “Oh dear, I’m so sorry for troubling you again, bro… cough cough, Professor, you won’t be mad at me, will you?”

"Hehe." Dumbledore stroked his beard and chuckled. "I'm used to it, I'm used to it. I'll be more careful next time."

"Alright, let's get down to business." Dumbledore suddenly stopped smiling and said seriously, "Normally, Harry Potter, Viktor Krum, and Fleur Delacour, these three heroes, didn't even touch the hostages in the second match. According to the rules, this year's Triwizard Tournament should have ended in that match, and Tierra could have gone home with the trophy to celebrate—"

"Oh, yeah—!—!—!"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, the Weasley twins started yelling and whistling, trying to get the other Gryffindor students to join in the commotion.

"Quiet!" Dumbledore pressed his wand to his throat and shouted.

The rebellion ended before it even began.

"Okay, thank you." After shouting, Dumbledore smiled at the Weasley twins and continued, "But obviously, the other three referees strongly disagree with this decision."

“At the same time, I also believe that such a rule is unfair,” Dumbledore said.

"Hmph." At this moment, Headmaster Maxim gave a soft hum, seemingly disdainful of Dumbledore's statement—

After all, in her opinion, in the entire Hogwarts, and even in the entire wizarding world, apart from Dumbledore, no one else could help Tyella, a fourth-year student, to use two such powerful and unconventional spells on the field, right under everyone's noses.

Therefore, Mrs. Maxim felt that Dumbledore's statement that it was "unfair" was like a thief crying "stop thief!"

"So the five of us judges discussed it together," Dumbledore said, ignoring Madame Maxime's displeasure. "We've decided that the second event will not be scored, but rather that we'll add and improve some rules for the third event." "As for the specific rules, we've made an unbreakable pact with each other, and none of us can reveal them until an hour before the third event begins," Dumbledore said. "I'm truly sorry for the trouble this event has caused."

After saying that, Dumbledore rubbed his temples wearily.

A murmur of discussion arose from the crowd.

They were clearly very curious about the so-called new rules in the third project.

"Alright, that's all I have to say. Next, please welcome Mr. Ludobagman to talk about the timing of the third competition event."

After saying that, Dumbledore turned slightly to the side, giving up his central position to Ludo Bagman.

“Thank you, Mr. Dumbledore.” Ludo Bagman smiled at Dumbledore and continued, “The third and final event will take place on the evening of June 24th. The original rule was that the warriors would know the details of the event a month in advance, but due to the rule change, the warriors will not know the specific information until the day of the event. Thank you again for your support of the warriors and this event. Thank you all.”

The second project is finally over.

Harry finally breathed a sigh of relief, but—

“Um, that,” Harry said in a slightly hoarse voice, “that, Tierra.”

Harry patted Tyella on the shoulder, then said somewhat embarrassedly, "Um, do you... do you have a way to turn me back to normal?"

“These gills must be so uncomfortable on land,” Harry said hoarsely, then coughed. “Now I finally know what it feels like to be a dried-up fish.”

After saying that, Harry reached out and touched the gills on his neck, then lowered his hand, feeling a slight tingling sensation.

Because Tyrell ended the match early, Harry's gill sac was far from its automatic end time, so after being forced ashore, Harry still had gills on his neck and webbed hands and feet.

When the match just ended, Harry was so worried about the result and Tyella that he ignored these feelings.

Now that everything has settled down, as soon as Harry relaxed, a strange feeling instantly washed over him.

"Hmm," Tierra said, feigning difficulty as she examined the items, "I don't have a solution."

Are you kidding? He's surrounded by big shots right now. If he uses any flesh magic, he'll be sent straight to his lab rat breeding base.

Besides, the gill sac grass's effect only lasts for an hour, so Harry can just bear with it and it will pass. There's no need for Tierra to expose herself for this.

Although Tiera could use the cursed worm to extract the functions of the gill sac grass, but—

Why should he do that?

Using flesh and blood magic, creating gills would be a piece of cake, let alone completely transforming oneself into a fish.

“Tiera, you’re the best,” Harry said. “Can’t you think of something? I’m really, really miserable on the shore.”

Harry looked at Tyella with a wronged expression.

Tierra stared at Harry for a while, then thought for a moment.

"Alright, alright." And you know what? After Harry pleaded so earnestly, Tyella actually came up with a solution that helped Harry solve the gill sac grass problem—

Tierra kicked Harry back into the water.

Don't worry, everyone. The chapter that was missed yesterday will definitely be made up. To give you a smoother reading experience, the make-up chapter will be placed in the climax of the fourth grade.

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