Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 500 Final Chapter
Cornelius Fudge's "Internal Purification Act of the British Ministry of Magic" immediately caused a huge uproar in the wizarding world.

Even the Daily Prophet, which is usually on par with the Ministry of Magic, published an extremely sharp commentary on this matter.

"It seems that our Mr. Fudge has entered his twilight years. I wonder if our Mr. Fudge has developed what Muggles call Alzheimer's disease. He seems to have forgotten what happened in the past year or so, as well as those outrageous remarks he made against Dumbledore."

"He seemed to think that with a boy who had 'come back from the dead' and a dark wizard named Slytherin who was said to be from over a thousand years ago, he could secure the 'throne' of the Ministry of Magic."

"Dumbledore has not offered any clear rebuttal, and we are still unclear whether Mr. Fudge has some leverage over Dumbledore that prevents him from making any clear statement," the Daily Prophet wrote. "This is a report from Janick McAllister, special correspondent for the Daily Prophet."

“Mr. Fudge?” Ron, who was sitting next to Hermione, said sarcastically after seeing her put down her newspaper. “It sounds like they’re pretty sure Cornelius Fudge won’t be Minister of Magic for long. Oh, no, Secretary General of the Magical Union.”

"Did Dumbledore, or Tyella, or Sirius say anything to you, Harry?" Ron asked curiously after taking a bite of the cream tart.

"No. I can't even see Tierra right now." Harry shook his head in disappointment, then sighed. "Dumbledore only spoke to me once, and as for Sirius..."

Harry sighed again, a troubled look on his face. "Sirius told me to stay away from the Tyrells. He said they're untrustworthy. He also said—"

“Oh, yes,” Ron interrupted half-jokingly, “as if he knows anything about what’s credible.”

— Clearly, Ron refers to Peter Pettigrew.

"Sigh," Harry sighed again, unusually refraining from defending Sirius.

While Harry and Ron were joking around, Hermione buried her head and carefully read through the Daily Prophet's report again, word by word.

“Perhaps Sirius is right,” Hermione finally said, raising her head.

"Do you also think Tyella is untrustworthy?" Harry asked, his face flushed and somewhat angrily.

“Huh? Oh, no.” Hermione paused for a moment, then quickly explained, “I will always believe in Tyella, but what I mean is, Tyella is clearly not on the same level as us now.”

“You saw how Tyra defeated Voldemort at the Ministry of Magic that day,” Hermione said. “Tyra has grown to a level where we have to look up to her.”

“Of course, we can be friends with him, and we can get along with him like before, but once he has something to do or something to fight, we shouldn’t interfere in his affairs anymore,” Hermione paused, then said, “Well, what I mean is that we can’t help him much anymore, and if we try to help him anyway, we might just cause him unnecessary trouble.”

Harry, his face flushed, head down, angrily poked at the grilled sausage on his plate with his fork.

Harry understood this principle, but deep down he still couldn't accept that the gap between himself and Tyrell was widening, to the point that they seemed to be from two different worlds.

Just as the trio who were losing points were putting away their newspapers, preparing to enjoy their last breakfast at Hogwarts this semester—

Draco Malfoy walked over—

It looks fierce.

“You’re dead, Potter!” Harry had never seen Malfoy so furious. He looked angrier than ever before, and Harry felt a surge of satisfaction looking at his pale face, contorted with rage.

“You will pay the price,” Malfoy said, his voice barely louder than a whisper. “You will pay for what you did to my father!”

"Ahem!" Just as Malfoy was about to utter some more harsh words—

A clear, cold cough came from behind Malfoy.

Malfoy and Harry both turned around to look.

They saw Tiera standing right behind them.

A twisted look of pain flashed across Draco Malfoy's face, then he glared at Harry fiercely before returning to the Slytherin table.

"Tiera!?" Harry asked nervously, excitedly, and somewhat reservedly.

“Good morning, Harry.” Tyrell smiled, sat down next to Harry, and then spoke to the empty corridor:

"The usual breakfast."

A short while later, a plate of fried eggs and a chicken breast sandwich appeared on the table in front of Tierra.

Tierra ate slowly, bit by bit.

Harry tried to speak several times, wanting to say something, but didn't know how to begin.

“Harry, our friendship will never change.” Tyella smiled slightly after finishing her meal, put down her knife and fork, and gently wiped her mouth with a napkin. “And Ron, and Hermione, and everyone else.” Ron and Hermione also looked at Tyella.

“You don’t need to feel unfamiliar or distant from me because of my strength or knowledge. After all,” Tiera put on that familiar, smug smile again, “I was better than you in these things a long time ago.”

Harry didn't say anything, and after a moment of surprise, a hint of joy visibly appeared on his face before he nodded emphatically.

Harry felt he could finally start enjoying the last day of the school year, except for one thing—

The Great Hall was newly decorated with green and bright silver, the colors representing Slytherin.

After all, the members of the discipline inspection team this semester are all Slytherin students. Under their influence, apart from Slytherin, almost no other house has scored more than 50 points in the House Cup.

Gryffindor suffered the most, as the cup representing Gryffindor was completely empty.

Neither Dumbledore nor Professor McGonagall seemed to have any intention of adding any more points to Gryffindor's score for the remainder of the semester.

A moment later, Dumbledore appeared in the Great Hall, and the noise in the hall gradually subsided. "Another year has passed!" Dumbledore said calmly. "Before you all enjoy these delicacies, I must trouble you to listen to an old man's cliché. What a wonderful year it has been! Your little minds must be a bit richer than before. A whole summer awaits you, allowing you to digest all that before the next term begins, and clear your heads—"

"Now, as far as I know, we must first hold the House Cup awards ceremony. The specific scores for each house are as follows: fourth place, Gryffindor, zero points; third place, Hufflepuff, thirty-two points; Ravenclaw, forty-six points; Slytherin, five hundred and seventy-two points."

"Don't worry," Hermione whispered, as if reassuring herself, "Maybe it'll be like the first year, giving us extra points at the end. After all, this time we—"

"Congratulations to Slytherin for winning the House Cup!" Before Hermione could even finish consoling herself, Dumbledore immediately ended his speech.

"Uh..." Hermione felt like she had a breath stuck in her chest, and she couldn't feel better until she uttered it.

"Now, let's welcome our new Hogwarts Investigator to speak." After saying this, Dumbledore clapped a few times, then lifted his skirt and hurriedly walked down the aisle.

“Thank you very much, Headmaster Dumbledore.” Tyrell stood up from beside Harry, then slowly walked to the owl-shaped lectern, pretending to take out a neatly folded piece of parchment from her pocket, then took out a pair of glasses, put them on, and began to read aloud in a pretentious manner—

"Good morning, dear teachers and students," Tierra said with a standard smile. "Summer is the smile of the sun, the sails of a voyage, and the feast of life. Summer is always accompanied by flowers and walks with hope. On this bright and sunny morning, let's first give a round of applause to celebrate the Slytherin students winning the House Cup."

After Tierra finished speaking, he put down his speech, took off his glasses, and looked around the hall, seemingly genuinely waiting for applause.

But no one applauded.

Even the Slytherin wizards who won the House Cup found Tyrell's perfectly straight smile a little too frightening.

"Clap clap clap!" Dumbledore was the first to clap.

Then--

Sparsely, other students gradually joined in the applause.

"Okay, thank you all very much for your support." After the applause subsided slightly, Tierra put her glasses back on and picked up her speech notes—

“Draco Malfoy, Millison Burst, Pansy Parkinson, Malcolm Bardock, Graham Pritchard, Derian Pursey, McLean Crabbe, Gore,” Tierra read out the names of all the members of the Discipline Inspection Team in a row. “Please come up to the stage to receive the Distinguished Student Medal.”

"And," Tierra waved her wand, producing more than twenty gold and green medals from who-knows-where, then smiled and continued, "the above students are expelled from Hogwarts, effective today."

The Slytherin students, who had just stood up excitedly, ready to go on stage to receive their awards, froze in place. The atmosphere in the entire Great Hall suddenly became silent and cold.

Even the junior wizards from other houses could sense the chilling aura beneath Tyella's smile.

All the students turned their attention to Dumbledore, who was sitting in the center of the teachers' table.

Dumbledore simply stared silently ahead, then shrugged helplessly.

Harry, Ron, and Hermione exchanged glances, and they all saw shock and the answer in each other's eyes—

Regarding why Tiera suddenly became unfamiliar—

What made Tiera seem alien was never his power or his knowledge, but rather the cruel nature hidden beneath his gentle exterior.

During the war at the Ministry of Magic, Tyrell tore away his gentle exterior for the first time, reappearing before the world in a bloody and cruel manner.

Because it was Voldemort, they overlooked the cruel nature hidden within Tyrell.

(End of this chapter)