Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 365 "Test Subject"

"Okay, okay, okay." Hagrid was still sobbing, but he was in much better spirits and was clearly excited. "Wait, wait until get out of class is over, you, you can take whatever you want."

Hagrid wiped away his tears and made a promise.

And just like that, Tierra successfully took away a pair of Nifflers.

Over the next week, Tyrell continued to receive malicious letters. In addition to the cursed letters he had received before, there were letters of love, and some people who were hostile to Tyrell even sent him letters of shouting. These letters exploded on the Gryffindor desk, shrieking insults at him, and could be heard by almost everyone in the Great Hall.

Now even those who didn't read the Daily Prophet knew about the so-called dirty secrets between Harry, Tyrell, and Dumbledore, which annoyed Harry so much that he had to explain himself again and again.

"No, Tyella is a good classmate, she didn't seduce Dumbledore!"

"His relationship with Dumbledore was just that of a teacher and student; there was nothing more to it!"

"He didn't deceive my feelings, so stop talking nonsense!"

"Rita Skita is a scam! Don't believe them anymore!"

"Dumbledore isn't a bastard! Tyrell isn't his lover either, stop spreading these rumors!"

Harry was incredibly annoyed by having to explain a whole bunch of answers like this to other people every day.

But at the same time, whenever someone asked Tiera the same question, Tiera would always say—

"Yes, yes, you're right."

"Mmm, okay, okay, think whatever you want."

"You knew that? You're quite the little rascal."

"Just say so."

But when Tierra was asked by a senior boy from Beauxbatons if he would like to try it out with her.

"hehe."

"Ah"

Tierra chuckled twice, then delivered an uppercut followed by an over-the-shoulder throw, and finally a crushing blow, breaking three of the boy's ribs and giving him a mild concussion.

That evening, after Hermione heard Tyrell's story at dinner, she angrily picked up her book and lightly patted Tyrell's left shoulder.

"you--"

"Could you—"

"Don't--"

"Damn it, I ate it!"

Hermione clapped her hands after each word, looking quite disappointed in her.

“Listen to that! Go listen to what those Slytherin idiots are saying about you!” Hermione exclaimed.

"You still have the appetite?" Hermione practically yelled. "You still have the appetite? You still have the appetite?"

"I'm starving!" Tierra said innocently, stuffing a mouthful of pudding into her mouth. "Wow! Their pudding has extra caramel today, it's so delicious! Hermione, do you want some too?"

"Slap—" Hermione gently patted the book on Tyella's shoulder in response.

"Are you just going to stand by and watch them spread rumors about you?" Hermione said angrily. "They've gone too far!"

“Let them say what they want.” Tiera shrugged, then waved her spoon and asked the house-elves who were weaving through the aisle for another caramel pudding.

“Remember that, Hermione,” Tierra said, taking a bite of the crème brûlée the house-elves had just brought her. “Never get angry over unworthy people or things.” And to be honest, Tierra could tell at a glance who was behind this whole mess—

To be precise, Tiera doesn't even need to be looked at.

I wonder if it's a common trait among Western Onsas, but they always have to talk about whatever bad things they do, just like the CIA always holds a meeting to share their dirty tricks. The instigator behind this rumor, or rather, the instigators, like that supposedly "platinum aristocrat" little bastard, have recently been wandering back and forth between the long tables in Tierra and Gryffindor with his cronies, carrying around a few specific issues of old newspapers—

It was as if he was afraid others wouldn't know that he was the one who did it.

Tiera was puzzled. Was Draco Malfoy a masochist?
He was beaten so badly by Tiera that he ended up in the hospital, how come he still has such a bad memory?
Honestly, if it weren't for Malfoy's rumors that suddenly gave Tyrell a huge number of anchors out of nowhere, Tyrell would have punched him in the gut in no time.

But what puzzled Tyella the most was Dumbledore's attitude—

Instead of stopping such offensive rumors, Dumbledore allowed them to continue spreading.

Dumbledore acted as if he had dementia, or—

Or perhaps it is contributing to the growth of Tyrell's anchor.

Did Dumbledore tacitly approve of his own godhood ceremony?

What puzzled Thiella even more was the attitude of Mrs. Rosie from Demstrom Strong and Hathaway Romanov.

After failing to defeat Tierra in the first competition, Hathaway Romanov, this reckless fool, seemed to be less eager to challenge Tierra to a duel. In fact, when Tierra suddenly recalled it, he seemed to have hardly ever even come out like this on Demstrom's big ship.

As for Madam Rosie, who was initially full of hostility towards him, although she still glared at Dumbledore, she would always keep a straight face and give a short greeting whenever she encountered Tyrell at Hogwarts.

Besides them, even the students from Beauxbatons, and the handsome French men and beautiful women who usually didn't care about British gossip, began to curiously observe Thiella—

The older boy who asked Tierra "would you like to give it a try?" was the most outgoing one of them.

However, Tiera broke three of his ribs. Since Tiera didn't use magic, it was 100% physical damage. The upperclassman from Beauxbatons spent two whole weeks in the school hospital bed recovering.

This immediately nipped this unhealthy trend in the bud.

Mrs. Maxim, the principal of Beauxbatons, no longer harbored the same animosity towards him as she had at the end of the second project. Although she remained lukewarm towards him, at least she no longer acted as if she wanted to devour him every time they met.

It seems to be thanks to Nicholas Flamel that, one night when Tyella sneaked out of Hogwarts Castle to catch giant spiders for Slytherin as a midnight snack, she happened to overhear Mrs. Maxime and Nicholas Flamel talking outside Beauxbatons' carriage.

To avoid causing any further trouble, Tiera did not disturb them, but instead quietly took a long detour.

But the cold night wind still carried some of their conversation to Tiera's keen ears—

Tierra heard Madame Maxim respectfully address Nicholas Lemma as "Mentor" and ask him a whole host of alchemical questions.

Then Tierra heard Nicholas Lemai use words like "anchor," "puppet," and "death" in his speech.

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After that night, Tierra roughly figured it out; it must have been some famous saying somewhere that was true—

"Every difficult road must be paved by the brave with their firm feet."

Whether it was Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel, who were pursuing purely academic research, or Mrs. Rosie, who genuinely had this need, they all wanted Tyrell to first pave a path with her strong feet—

After all, there are many rumors about the ritual of becoming a god, and even many allegories, some true and some false, some real and some fictional, but even Nicholas Flamel, who lived for over six hundred years, never witnessed a real ritual of becoming a god.

What's rare is—

Come quick, everyone! There's a stubborn, clueless guy here who's about to break through the ascension ritual!

Thank you

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(End of this chapter)