Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 128 Draco Malfoy, the Pot King
Tierra, along with the Gryffindor Quidditch team and other students from other houses who came to see him for prophecy, was kicked out of the infirmary.

"That's incredible!" exclaimed the tall, thin Hefpatch boy at the entrance of the school hospital. "Absolutely amazing! You've predicted it correctly again!"

“Oh, no, no, no—” Tierra quickly denied, “It’s just inevitable. With you all making such a racket, Mrs. Pomfrey will definitely kick us out—”

“That’s still amazing!” Fred said.

"Quick, Tierra, quick, give us another prophecy—" Fred said, handing Tierra another Galleon.

“Oh… about you two, I do seem to have a prophecy—” Tiera accepted the twins’ Galleons, while her mind raced between the thoughts that “you two will open a Weasley’s joke shop” and “one of you two will inevitably die”—

“I see—I see you all after you leave school—opening a Weasley’s joke shop together—” Tierra ultimately chose the first option—

After all, given how Tyrell treated Voldemort, she seriously doubted whether the resurrected Voldemort would still have the ability to attack Hogwarts.

Therefore, the safer option was chosen, hence the prophecy about the Weasley's joke shop—

Voldemort's resurrection is inevitable.

This point has already been definitively proven by Trelawney, the true master of prophecy.

In other words, Voldemort will eventually be resurrected during his fourth year of university, and Tyrell is powerless to stop him and doesn't want to stop him.

Tyrell believed that Dumbledore would surely have a hundred ways to nail Tom Cruise's coffin lid shut for this grave breach of martial ethics—

Then Tierra would stop causing trouble, lest he accidentally kick off a nail and Voldemort wasn't quite dead yet—

Natyera had no choice but to randomly throw any Horcrux other than Harry into the palace of the blind and foolish god.

There's a move in the Nameless Priest Book called "Offering a Gift to the Primal Core of Chaos." Tiera didn't ask the Primal Core of Chaos for anything in return; Tiera just thought the Primal Core of Chaos was rather bored, so he sent him Voldemort to relieve his boredom.

“Cool!” George said.

“Maybe we’ll name our shop the Tierra Joke Shop someday—” Fred Weasley chuckled. “Wouldn’t that defeat your prophecy?”

“Whatever,” Tierra shrugged. “Anyway, it’s the two of you running this joke shop, so it doesn’t matter what it’s called.”

Then Tiera seized the opportunity and collected two more Galleons—

It foresaw the recent severe diarrhea of ​​the tall, thin Hefpatch boy who was the first to be mentioned.

It foretold a doomed romance for another Gryffindor girl—

Because this was a romance that originated from a love potion, Tyella believed that even if she didn't interfere, the boy's unusual behavior would soon attract the attention of the Hogwarts professors.

“And this relationship of yours—” Tyella said again, feigning mystery, “will bring you unexpected disaster!”

"W-what disaster?" the girl asked nervously, clearly realizing how foolish it was to drug a classmate at Hogwarts.

“I can’t say,” Tyella grinned mischievously, “but if you had stopped in time—this disaster might have been avoided—”

Before Tierra could finish speaking, the girl's face suddenly turned pale, and without even saying thank you, she turned and left.

"What's wrong with her?" Fred asked.

"The bittersweetness of cultivating love~" Tyella almost sang it out loud. Thanks to Gilderoy Lockhart's clumsy healing magic, Harry had to stay in the university hospital until the next morning.

This gave Tyrell a rare moment of solitude. She no longer had to hide from Harry and could openly spread out her drafts of magical constructs on the table, nor did she have to secretly read books on dark magic under her pillow.

Tiera had already completed the calculations for the magical structure of the fifth layer of the mental barrier. Taking advantage of this undisturbed time, Tiera integrated the magical structure of the fifth layer of the mental barrier and completed its construction that very night.

This should be sufficient to resist any non-divine spiritual infection and erosion.

Unfortunately, this wonderful, open and aboveboard moment lasted only one night, because Harry was discharged from the hospital the next day and went straight to Tyella.

"Tierra! I ran into Dobby again last night! That house-elf!" Harry said, running over, a little annoyed. "So it was him who did the Blink-Bob SquarePants thing!"

“I know.” Seeing Harry run over, Tyella silently pulled *The Alchemy of Death and Life* under the table and stuffed it into her wizarding robes, leaving only *Transfiguration: A Beginner's Guide II* on the table.

"How did you know?" Harry asked in surprise.

Dobby can be sensed as soon as he enters Hogwarts Castle. Tyrell knows that Dobby spent quite a while in the school hospital yesterday, but Tyrell says—

“I had a prophetic dream last night.”

"You dreamed about me?" Harry asked excitedly.

"I also dreamt that Dobby was talking bad about me again." Tierra didn't understand why Harry was so agitated.

“But I don’t believe it!” Harry quickly retorted, then said angrily, “That Dobby is just too much! If I catch him, I’m going to teach him a lesson!”

“Come on, Dobby is a pitiful... house-elf. Did you see the scars on his hands and body?” Tiera said. “His master beat him. Just like Dobby said, their status in wizarding society is equivalent to that of slaves.”

"But, but he said bad things about you..."

“There are plenty of people who speak ill of me, Harry. You can’t simply judge him as good or bad based on what he says, right?” Tyella advised earnestly.

“But he still wants to kick me out of Hogwarts!” Harry complained again.

“Oh, well, um… he did go a bit too far in this respect…” Tierra said, “but I believe his intentions were good. Perhaps we can sit down and have a good talk once he’s free. I believe Dobby’s nature isn’t bad.”

"Freedom?" Harry suddenly realized. "Oh, right, every house-elf has an owner. Do you know who his owner is?"

“The Malfoys,” Tyrell replied.

"Ha! I knew it!" Harry shouted as if he had just realized something. "I knew it was the Malfoys who were up to something! I was wondering why the Malfoys hadn't bothered us this semester. Turns out he brought his lackeys to school!"

Tierra opened her mouth, then closed it again—

“Hmm…yes, you…Harry, you’re so smart, you guessed it right away…” Tierra chimed in.

Yes, why didn't he think of shifting the blame onto Malfoy?
In any case, the Malfoy family is synonymous with despicable in the minds of most wizards.

Tiera touched her chest—

Oh, so it turns out I haven't completely lost my conscience.

(End of this chapter)