Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 595 The Incident Where Only Voldemort Was Injured
“Timon mud!” Hermione said expressionlessly.

After returning from Hogsmeade, even Hermione wasn't in the mood to go to the library to read, wearing her wet, stiff coat. So they unanimously decided to return to the Gryffindor common room.

At least change into clean, dry clothes first.

The portrait of the fat lady nodded and opened from the side to allow them to enter the common lounge.

The Gryffindor common room was now full of people, and there was a damp smell of clothes in the air.

Most people had the same plan and returned to Hogwarts early because of the bad weather.

After changing their clothes, the group met up again in the common room. Ron was the first to come out and let out a long sigh. He then casually shooed away the first-year students sitting by the fireplace so that he could sit there himself. "I finally feel alive again."

"Ahem!" Hermione coughed sternly, poked Ron with the tip of her shoe, sending him flying off the sofa, and then made the first-year student sit back down.

“Bullying new students is not something a prefect should do,” Hermione reprimanded sternly.

Ron pouted in dissatisfaction and found another empty spot near the stove to sit down.

Then Harry, Tyrell, and Hermione also plopped down nearby.

Harry was still engrossed in reading the Half-Blood Prince's "Advanced Potions."

Hermione pulled out a copy of "An Introduction to Alchemy".

Tierra, unusually, was not doing calculations, but instead reading a book called "The Alchemy of Death and Life".

It seems that only Ron is doing nothing right now.

He could only look left, then right, then left again, then right again...

……

At the same time, a golden-red flame suddenly ignited in front of Professor Thiella, who was preparing his lecture in his office.

Immediately afterwards, a phoenix feather slowly drifted down from mid-air.

Tiera instantly understood what this meant, and reached out to slowly grasp the phoenix feather.

"Whoosh——" sound.

Professor Thierrand vanished from his spot, and the next second, he appeared in the headmaster's office, sitting in the chair directly opposite Dumbledore.

On the table between him and Dumbledore were several plates of desserts and two cups of black tea, one held in Dumbledore's hand and the other placed in front of Tyrell.

“We haven’t had such a heart-to-heart talk in a long time,” Dumbledore said. “I’ve sat in on a few of your Dark Arts classes, and they’re excellent—profound yet easy to understand. I used to think teaching them Dark Arts was a bad idea.”

“Thank you for your kind words, Professor Dumbledore.” Tyrell smiled and took a sip of her black tea. “To be honest, I’ve learned a lot during my month or so of teaching at Hogwarts.” “Oh? What have you learned?” Dumbledore asked.

"Hmm..." Tiera's eyes darted around—

"I originally thought that learning black magic should be strictly conducted according to the system I set, but that's not the case... To be precise, not entirely. To be precise, the slow and regular classes should indeed follow this system, but in the fast and practical classes, I should give students more freedom. Magic... especially black magic, although the most fundamental magical structure can rely on mathematical models and calculations, whether it's mathematical calculations or not, it can only help us learn or master a certain kind of black magic. But to bring this black magic to its fullest potential, or even innovate and apply it to other situations, we also need the power of the mind... Well... in the professional terminology of the magical world, the power of the mind is also very important."

"Hmm, very true, excellent, anything else?" Dumbledore nodded in agreement.

"That's all for now." Tierra took a sip of her black tea. "I'll take turns."

“We’re just having a casual chat,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “Just like an old headmaster to a new professor. When did we become so distant?”

“Oh, Professor Dumbledore,” Tyella said in a very formal but helpless tone, “it is you who has become estranged. If you want to plead for Mundungus Fletcher, you can just say so.”

“Mundungus’s old habit of petty theft is really giving me a headache,” Dumbledore said calmly. “I’d be happy if you could teach him a lesson this time.”

"So you don't object to me punishing him according to the law?" Tierra asked rhetorically.

"Though I am kind-hearted, please remember, I am not a saint, my little Tyella. My compassion does not overflow without reason." Dumbledore's aged eyes suddenly sharpened, piercing Tyella through his crescent-shaped spectacles. "Or rather, my greatest kindness has been placed on you children. Most of it has been wasted on you. Mundungus is an adult, and he knows very well what kind of person you are. Furthermore, after adopting your suggestions, I also used my personal wealth to provide subsidies to the members of the Order of the Phoenix. This money, combined with the 'Warring States Welfare Act' you implemented, is more than enough for Mundungus to live a very wealthy and comfortable life. Unfortunately, he is a gambler, and unfortunately, he is insatiably greedy."

"So, the verdict should be handed down as appropriate?" Tierra asked.

“Sentence him however you see fit,” Dumbledore said, then raised his teacup. “Speaking of which, I should thank you. I didn’t want to be the villain, and I was too lazy to do it. Luckily, you did me a small favor.”

“The first thing a new regime must do is to be fair, just, and transparent,” Tierra said with a smile.

“But since you said I did you a small favor,” Tierra said, “how about you do me a small favor in return?”

"You, you," Dumbledore shook his head helplessly, "What is it?"

“Let Professor Snape teach Harry Occlumency,” Tierra said.

"This matter?" Dumbledore asked, somewhat surprised. "Why didn't you go and tell Professor Snape yourself?"

“Firstly, I don’t think anyone but you could persuade Professor Snape to teach Harry one-on-one,” Tierra said with a smile. “Secondly, I want to keep my involvement in this matter as inconspicuous as possible.”

"Oh?" Dumbledore leaned back in his chair.

"What mischief are you up to now?" Dumbledore asked, squinting.

“Don’t worry, it won’t harm Harry,” Tyrell said with a smile. “It won’t harm Professor Snape, Professor Slughorn, or any of the other students at Hogwarts.”

"Only Voldemort can be harmed."

(End of this chapter)