Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 459 Weasley's Attack

December brought even more snow, and also an avalanche of homework for fifth-grade students.

As Christmas approaches, Ron and Hermione's work as prefects becomes increasingly demanding. They are responsible for overseeing the decoration of the castle and keeping an eye on the first and second-year students who are staying indoors during recess because of the cold and rain.

“They’re so shameless. We were definitely not this brazen in our first year,” Ron complained somewhat sarcastically.

“Yes, you guys are much more audacious than them.” Tyella’s voice drifted in from somewhere. “After all, no one in their first year would dare to go directly into a room that Dumbledore had explicitly forbidden them from entering.”

In addition, Ron and Hermione also had to take turns patrolling the corridors with Argus Filch, because Filch suspected that fighting might increase during the holidays.

Despite their busy schedules, Tierra saw everything moving in a positive direction. The training of Dumbledore's Army had come to a close; the basic theoretical knowledge, the three-dimensional theory of magic, and some mathematical techniques had been taught. Those with higher aptitude, like Hermione, Harry, and the Weasley twins, had grasped the concepts and could apply them in different situations, making minor modifications to the spellcasting to enable them to use these spells faster and more effectively.

Although Hagrid has returned, Tyrell and Dumbledore, in the spirit of humanitarianism, unanimously agreed that Newt Scamander would continue teaching the Magical Creatures Protection class, and that Hagrid should postpone teaching so that he could take care of his brother first.

After all, while the giants were not a big deal—either Dumbledore or Tierra could easily take on a group of them—allowing them to join the Death Eaters would cause great trouble for the lower and middle-ranking members of the Order of the Phoenix.

Similarly, there's the old spider king in the Forbidden Forest.

Tiera was also considering when she had some free time to go into the Forbidden Forest to discuss extending the old spider's life.

The Tarot Society, established within Slytherin with Hathaway Romanoff at its core, has begun to show results. Thanks to Hathaway Romanoff's stunning beauty and her masterful use of the Love Charm, most Slytherin students above the fourth year are now completely subservient to her.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Tyella suggested that Hathaway Romanoff make good use of these resources, and that the Slytherins who had money contribute money and those who had strength contribute strength, and held several pre-goddess ceremonies for Hathaway Romanoff.

With Christmas just a week away, they finally finished all their homework and started discussing their plans for the Christmas holidays.

Harry usually spends Christmas at Hogwarts, but this year he wishes he could leave Hogwarts as soon as possible.

He didn't want to see Umbridge's ugly face even once more.

Hermione is going skiing abroad with her parents this Christmas, while Ron returns to the Burrow as usual.

Harry had assumed Tyrell would stay with him, but he just learned that Tyrell had to go back to Hell to take care of some things.

According to Tyra, he seems to have established a sphere of influence in Hell. He has been away for too long, and if he doesn't go back to check on things, his little demons might rebel.

Of course, Tyrell simply moved into the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin, since Dumbledore is now back and naturally lives in the Headmaster's office.

Moreover, according to Dumbledore, in addition to the over 600-year-old alchemist Nicolas Flamel, three to five other wizards over 100 years old will also be going to Hogwarts to celebrate Christmas this year.

Dumbledore could also introduce them to Salazar Slytherin, the original owner of Hogwarts Castle, and Tyrell, the youngest person in history to achieve godhood.

It sounds like a grandfather introducing a younger person from the village who is the first to be admitted to university.

In the tense atmosphere leading up to Christmas, Arthur Weasley finally got into trouble—

Harry's mind connected with that of Nagini, and he saw Ron, George and Fred's father, Arthur Weasley, being attacked by Nagini.

About five days before Christmas, on the night of that day, Tyrell was playing wizarding card games with Dumbledore in the headmaster's office.

Dumbledore's card skills and Ron's arsenal far surpassed Harry's and Ron's, putting immense pressure on Tyella.

I don't know where Dumbledore got his hands on, but he used a Dark Magician deck, plus Red-Eyes Black Dragon, plus Red-Eyes Fusion, and Super Magician Dragon Knight and Red-Eyes Dragon Rider.

Tierra: ...

That old rascal is wicked. Just as Tyrell and Dumbledore decided to play one last round before going to sleep—

“Albus!” Armando Dippet screamed. “McG and Potter are outside. They’re looking for you, and that stupid rock won’t let them in… Potter’s yelling that he saw Arthur Weasley get attacked!”

"An attack?" Dumbledore asked, activating his Red-Eyes Fusion technique in confusion. "Which Death Eater was it?"

“It was Voldemort himself.” Tyella conscientiously helped Dumbledore put away the cards. “We can continue this game later. Voldemort wanted to get Professor Trelawney’s prophecy orb, so he raided the Widow… oh no, I mean the Department of Mysteries in the Ministry of Magic. He just happened to run into Mr. Weasley on duty, so he was the one who got caught by Voldemort.”

"I'll excuse myself for a moment," Tierra said after helping Dumbledore tidy up his deck.

After all, he is already dead, so it's not appropriate for him to appear alive in front of everyone.

"Armando, please tell Minerva the password is 'Cockroach Ball'," Dumbledore instructed the portrait of Headmaster Armando Dipper after Tyrell had disappeared.

……

“A cockroach ball,” Professor McGonagall exclaimed.

The stone beast came to life and jumped to one side, and the wall behind it split in two, revealing a stone staircase that kept rising, like a spiral escalator.

The three people stepped onto the stairs, and the wall behind them clicked shut.

They ascended in small circles until they came to the gleaming oak door with a bronze knocker shaped like a griffin.

Although it was well past midnight, there were voices coming from inside the house, a noisy commotion, as if Dumbledore were entertaining at least a dozen people.

Professor McGonagall knocked on the animal-shaped door knocker three times, and her voice suddenly stopped, as if it had been shut off.

The door opened automatically, and Professor McGonagall led Harry and Ron inside.

The room was dimly lit, and the strange silver instruments on the table sat quietly instead of humming and emitting puffs of smoke as usual.

Behind the door, a magnificent bird with a swan-like head and golden-red feathers dozed off on its perch, its head tucked under its wings.

The portraits of past headmasters on the wall seemed to come to life, looking through the frames at McGonagall, Harry, and Ron.

Dumbledore sat in his high-backed chair behind his desk, peering at documents by candlelight. He wore a purple and gold wizard's robe, looked alert, and his sharp blue eyes were fixed on Harry.

“Professor Dumbledore, Potter just had a… um… a nightmare,” Professor McGonagall said. “He said…”

“It wasn’t a nightmare,” Harry interrupted impatiently.

Professor McGonagall turned to look at Harry, her brow furrowing slightly, unsure how to explain.

“I know,” Dumbledore said calmly. “Arthur Weasley was attacked by Voldemort. I’ve already sent Armando to his statue to inform him. Arthur Weasley was attacked in the Department of Mysteries at the Ministry of Magic.”

"I was talking about this with the former principals just before you came in."

“Professor Dumbledore, you… how could you…” This time it was Harry’s turn to be stunned.

“Someone made a little prophecy for me.” After saying this, Dumbledore quickly looked at Professor McGonagall:
"Minerva, I need you to wake up the other Weasley children and tell them to go home now. They can use the door key."

"Of course." Professor McGonagall nodded.

(End of this chapter)