Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 129: Extremely Conscientious
Harry's performance in Quidditch earned Gryffindor fifty points.

This bonus became seventy points after Dumbledore returned.

To recognize Tierra's valiant performance on the field, where she used magical skills far beyond what a young wizard of her age should have to stop an out-of-control ball from attacking her classmates, Dumbledore added another twenty points to Tierra's score.

Dumbledore announced this a week later at dinner. It was a rare occasion for him to dine in the Great Hall, and halfway through the meal, he elegantly tapped his glass—

"Quiet down, students," Dumbledore said, standing up with his cup in hand. "You all saw what happened at the Quidditch match last Saturday. Our dear Mr. Potter was attacked by a crazed runaway ball—"

Dumbledore paused and continued, "But thanks to Tyella's bravery and genius-level magical skills, our Mr. Potter only suffered a broken arm... an arm injury. Therefore, I have decided to add twenty belated points for our genius little wizard, Tyella!"

After saying this, Dumbledore raised his glass to Tyrell—

The cheers that erupted from the Gryffindor seating area instantly drowned out the bewildered Tyella—

Countless hugs and blessings poured in towards Tiera.

Tierra, oblivious to the countless hugs and praises, stared intently at Dumbledore, who sat in the head seat of the teachers' table.

Dumbledore's mouth opened and closed, as if he were saying something.

“e……enjoy……”

"u...you...your"

“fa...fame…”

Tyella deciphered three words from Dumbledore's lip movements—

"Enjoy your fame?"

Enjoy my fame? What does Dumbledore mean by that?
Tierra was puzzled. Did Dumbledore think I was doing this to get attention?

Well… let’s just assume that’s what he thinks. Tyrell also raised her glass of milk, gestured towards Dumbledore, and then flashed a big, bright smile—

If Dumbledore knew I wanted to summon an Outer God, he probably wouldn't care about any rules or regulations, or about the White Lord or the corruption of Dark Magic—

Even if I, Dumbledore, were to rule the world and become the most terrifying White Demon King, I would still have to kill you first, you traitor who brought the Outer Gods to Earth.

After Tierra raised her glass to Dumbledore, she seemed to remember something and picked up the glass of milk again—

He put on the most smug smile he could think of and raised his glass to the gloomy-faced Gilderoy Lockhart.

Anger, frustration, and humiliation took turns appearing on Gilderoy Lohart's face.

Finally, Gilderoy Lockhart's expression froze on his fake smile.

Gidrolohart also raised his glass to Tierra, as if to offer his congratulations.

But Tiera, who was staring directly into Gilderoy Lockhart's eyes, knew that dark emotions were finally erupting in Gilderoy Lockhart's heart.

But... now is not the time, Tierra thought. It would take him some time to fully understand Tom Riddle's analysis of the dual altar ritual.

Therefore, Tiera decided to temporarily suspend her provocations against Gilderoy Lohart.

From that day on, Tierra's reputation among Gryffindor students was no less than Harry Potter's, and Gilderoy Lockhart's gaze towards Tierra became increasingly strange—

Gilderoy Lockhart always tried to use his position as professor to be alone with Tiera, but Tiera always cleverly avoided him.

Days passed by like this, and soon it was December.

As Christmas approaches—

When the school began compiling the list of students staying on campus for Christmas, Tierra contacted Malfoy through the Dark Lord's mark—

"Meet me at the door of the girls' restroom on the second floor—" As Malfoy was chatting and laughing with his two henchmen, a hoarse voice suddenly appeared in his ear.

Malfoy immediately abandoned Crabbe and Goyle, and ran upstairs like his pants were on fire. "Hey, Malfoy, where are you going?" Goyle called after Malfoy.

"Don't follow me!" Draco, who had already reached the stairwell, replied.

“Master, my lord…” Draco Malfoy bowed humbly when he saw Tiera standing at the door of the second-floor washroom.

Tiera was still dressed in black, but his face was normal now, not the snake-like face he had when they first met.

Draco has been very well-behaved this semester; not only has he not caused any trouble for Harry, he hasn't even bullied Neville.

Therefore, Draco really couldn't understand why Thiera was looking for him at this time.

"Ah—!" Draco exclaimed in surprise.

Tiera grabbed Draco's hand and roughly shoved him into the washroom stall.

“When you come home for Christmas, personally deliver this package—” Tiera shoved a package, not much larger than the “Inheritor,” into Draco’s arms, and said emphatically:
"You must do it yourself—either you, Lucius, or Narcissa, you must do it yourself, personally! Understand? Hand this package to one of your house-elves named Dobby—"

"Yes, yes, Master, but why—"

"Shut up, Draco," Tiera snapped. "How dare you interfere with my experiments?"

"Yes, yes, Master, I, I understand, I dare not..." Draco immediately lowered his head.

“Don’t open it without permission, or else—” Tiera drew her wand and tapped Draco’s left arm, “or else I’ll know.”

“Yes…yes, Master.” Draco’s head seemed to bow even lower.

"Also, tell your father to send me the second batch of materials I requested immediately."

“Yes…yes,” Draco said.

“Alright, get out of here,” Tierra said.

Draco Malfoy stumbled out of the girls' restroom.

Tierra stood alone in the toilet stall, touching her chest—

Yes, it feels so good to be utterly depraved.

Then Tierra pulled the Marauder's Map from inside her wizard's robes—

Wow, Gilderoy Lockhart is actually standing right at the door?
Alright, let's do both things together today.

Tierra then split off another layer of skin from her body, wrapped it around Tom Riddle's diary, and hid it inside the toilet tank.

Then he took out the "Successor" from his seamless, extended pouch.

The "inheritor" gradually deformed, shrank, and finally—

It turned into a diary barely bigger than the palm of your hand, on which was written—

Tom Marvolo Riddle
Tierra shook the "diary" in her hand, smiled, and then wrapped it tightly inside her fur coat.

Pretending to look flustered, he prepared to step out of the cubicle—

But Tiera pulled her foot back, stuffed the Marauder's Map into the Unmarked Extension Pouch, and then hid the Unmarked Extension Pouch as well.

After everything happened last night, Tierra finally stepped out of the bathroom, her face filled with panic.

Tierra had just stepped out of the bathroom when she felt a sharp pain in the back of her head, followed by a sudden blackout, and collapsed to the ground.

With a smug smile on his face, Gilderoy Lockhart emerged from behind the statue next to the girls' restroom, a brick still in his hand.

(End of this chapter)