Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 456 Hagrid is back

With Dumbledore's instructions and permission, the Weasley twins unleashed their full mischievous talents—

Sleepy black tea, pimple-prone sugar cubes, pus-filled perfume, foul-smelling pie, dung cake...

Wait, wait, a series of pranks have appeared on Umbridge, Bartholdon and Sitto Phelps.

It must be said that George Weasley and Fred Weasley's creativity was truly astonishing—

This is not surprising, though. The Weasley twins were naturally gifted, and with Tyrell's intensive training and extra lessons during this period, explaining the principles of magic to them, George and Fred Weasley's inspiration flowed like a geyser, creating several prank products that Tyrell considered to be weapons of war.

If it weren't for one of them being a master of breaking the curse, probably none of the three of them would have made it out of Hogwarts alive.

Harry's life in the first term of his fifth year at Hogwarts gradually moved into the cold winter month of December amidst this absurd, high-pressure, and somewhat enthusiastic atmosphere.

Tierra became increasingly busy—

He had to play Dumbledore, handling school affairs and teaching Muggle Studies and History of Magic classes, while also being Tyella, giving a group of unruly kids Defense Against the Dark Arts lessons regularly every day, and answering their questions from time to time.

In addition, he also needs to play the role of a behind-the-scenes manipulator for Hathaway Romanoff in order to win over the valuable human resources.

However, this busy life soon took a turn for the better—

The real Dumbledore returned to Hogwarts.

“I’m so happy to see how much you’ve grown.” One day, after tutoring Harry and the others in Defense Against the Dark Arts and returning to Dumbledore’s office, Tyella saw the real Dumbledore sitting at his desk, enjoying a meat pie that Tyella had Dobby had prepared for her in advance.

“You are already a qualified leader,” Dumbledore said between bites. “That puts my mind at ease.”

"Don't worry, I'm happy," Tierra said dismissively. "Why did you come back this time?"

As she spoke, Tyrell pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Dumbledore.

"Have you had enough of retirement?" Tierra asked.

"Not yet," Dumbledore said with a kind smile. "But I still want to come back for Christmas. This Christmas is the first time we've spent it openly and honestly, and I'm looking forward to seeing what kind of gift you'll give me this Christmas."

“A gift without any ulterior motives,” Dumbledore added.

“I’m Chinese,” Tierra rolled her eyes and said with a laugh. “We don’t celebrate Christmas, have you forgotten?”

“I remember there’s an old Chinese saying…” Dumbledore paused, then said in Chinese, “It’s called ‘When in Rome, do as the Romans do.’”

“That makes perfect sense,” Tierra said with a shrug. “What Christmas present do you want?”

“Tierra,” Dumbledore said helplessly, “the essence of Christmas gifts lies in surprise.”

“Indeed,” Tierra sighed. “Indeed… I haven’t felt the warmth of family in far too long.”

“That’s right, Tyella.” Dumbledore smiled and picked up another pie. “On our journey to power, we might as well pause and look back at our former, innocent selves.”

“You have completed the path to godhood and become a divine being, but that does not mean you are perfect.” Dumbledore added, “You are still you, you still retain your humanity… You can still be blinded by power and forget your original purpose.”

“Hmm…” Tiera nodded, while reflecting on whether she had gone too far recently—for example, was punishing Umbridge just for fun, or was it really necessary for her plan?
After all, Tyrell's two lifetimes combined amounted to only a little over forty, while Dumbledore lived to be over a hundred. Although limited by the perspective of wizards, he had experienced both World War I and World War II, and his life experience was rich. His insightful judgment was far superior to Tyrell's.

"By the way, I sent Hagrid to recruit the giants, and he wrote to me today that he seems to have failed. Do you have any solutions?" Dumbledore suddenly said as Tierra reflected on her actions these past few days.

Tierra: ...

I knew that old geezer wouldn't come to the temple without a reason.

……

Meanwhile, as Tyrell and Dumbledore were having a deep and friendly conversation, Harry, Ron, and Hermione also received news that Hagrid had returned to Hogwarts.

Harry, who had just come out of the Room of Requirement, rushed to the boys' dormitory to get the Invisibility Cloak and the Marauder's Map. He was so fast that he and Ron waited for at least five minutes before Hermione hurriedly came down from the girls' dormitory, wearing a scarf, gloves, and a knitted wool hat she had made herself.

“It’s cold outside!” Hermione retorted when she saw Ron click his tongue impatiently.

Then they climbed out of the portrait hole and hurriedly slipped into their invisibility cloaks—

Ron had grown quite a bit taller, which meant he had to bend over to hide his feet inside.

The three of them then carefully descended many steps, stopping occasionally to check the map for any sign of Filch and Mrs. Lorris.

They were lucky; on the way, they only encountered a nearly headless Nick, who was drifting along, humming a song absentmindedly that sounded strikingly similar to "Weasley is our king."

They tiptoed through the hallway and onto the quiet snow.

Seeing the small patch of golden light ahead and the wisps of smoke rising from Hagrid's chimney, Harry's heart pounded. He quickened his pace, while the other two stumbled after him.

They excitedly trudged through the snow to the wooden door, and then—

The excitement came to an abrupt halt.

Because they saw a pink, humanoid toad standing in front of Hagrid's house, raising her ugly head to confront the towering Hagrid.

“I command you to tell me where you’ve been all this time,” Umbridge said arrogantly.

“Just like I said before!” Hagrid said, sounding a little impatient. “I’m taking a break for my health.”

"You know... it's about going to a scenic place to breathe some fresh air and stuff." Hagrid nervously clenched his fingers.

“Fresh air?” Umbridge sneered. “Yes, it must be difficult for a gamekeeper to breathe fresh air.”

Hagrid nervously started picking at the dead skin on his hands.

“In fact, if I were you, I wouldn’t be in such a hurry to adapt to this place,” Umbridge said haughtily. “I wouldn’t even be in a hurry to put down my luggage.”

After saying that, Umbridge didn't even glance at Hagrid, and turned to walk towards Hogwarts Castle.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione, under the cover of the Invisibility Cloak, watched the whole thing unfold.

(End of this chapter)