Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 161 Shared Glory
Around the end of May, the mandrake planted by Sprout finally matured.

Once it matured, Professor Snape personally chopped up the mandrake roots, boiled them in water, added other potions, and simmered them into a potion of restoration. He then gave it to Tyella first.

As Tyra slowly awoke from his physical form, moving his stiff limbs and gradually regaining his sight, he saw Snape standing expressionlessly before his bed.

“Professor Snape…” Tierra called softly.

“Very good, it seems you’ve recovered quite well,” Snape said. “How much of the Potions I taught you still remembers in that muddled little brain of yours?”

“I remember everything, Professor Snape,” Tierra said.

“Good, get up now. Since you’re all better, don’t stay in bed,” Snape said. “You’ve fallen behind your classmates for a whole semester. If you have even the slightest bit of ambition left, you should get up and help me brew the recovery potion.”

Tierra: ...

Seriously, officer? How can you be so heartless? I'm a patient!

"What are you still standing there for?" Snape said coldly.

Tierra pouted, jumped off the bed, stretched her stiff limbs, and followed Snape to the dispensary next to the school hospital.

In the center of the medicine preparation room was a crucible, and on the medicine shelf next to it were rows of small pieces of mandrake root cut into 500-gram portions.

“Take your wand out,” Snape said.

"Oh, okay, okay." Tierra drew her wand—

This was the only wand he had left; Merlin's wand and Lucius Malfoy's wand had both been destroyed in the summoning rituals of Yog-Sothoth and Shub-Niggurath.

"Light the fire first, then control the flame temperature to 100 degrees Celsius," Snape commanded from the side.

Tiera did as she was told.

"Once the crucible is heated to the point of smoking, mix 50 grams of Kumanthong powder and 5 milliliters of horned snake blood in 500 milliliters of water until well combined. Then add 20 grams of Lysimachia christinae root together—"

"Bam—"

The liquid inside the crucible exploded the moment it entered.

Fortunately, Snape reacted quickly, dodging the liquid with a sidestep, and then with a wave of his wand, the liquid flew directly into the waste liquid tank.

“Stupid—” Snape instinctively wanted to call him an “idiot,” but he held it back. “Looks like our little genius isn’t all that great after all.”

Snape made a sarcastic remark.

Tierra blushed and pretended to be very embarrassed.

Tiera encountered the same problem the first time she brewed the recovery potion. This was because both the kumango and the blood of the ram's horn snake were potent medicines, and they needed to be neutralized with the root of the moneywort before heating. The correct method should be:

After mixing the blood of the horned snake and the powder of the kuman fruit at room temperature, add the roots of the moneywort and stir for one minute. The stirring direction depends on the order in which the horned snake blood is added. If the horned snake blood is added first, stir clockwise. If the kuman fruit powder is added first, stir counterclockwise.

Tiera's preparation this time involved simply mixing the ingredients for a few seconds before immediately transferring them to the crucible. Sure enough, this immediately triggered a violent reaction between the two potent medicinal ingredients, resulting in a small explosion.

This made it seem as if Tyella was making it for the first time.

"Use your little brain to think carefully about the properties of these three herbs before you brew them!" Snape said.

“Very well, Professor Snape,” Tierra said, pretending to think for a moment before tapping her wand to begin the second infusion.

This time, Tiera carefully mixed the three herbs in mid-air for a minute before putting them into the crucible.

Sure enough, this time there was no explosion. The suspension of the three medicinal herbs immediately turned into a thick, purplish-red liquid upon contact with the crucible heated to 100 degrees Celsius.

“Okay, then adjust the flame temperature to 135 degrees…” Snape nodded and continued to instruct Tiera on how to brew the recovery potion.

After that, Tiera made a few minor mistakes before finally managing to brew the recovery potion.

"You continue brewing here. I'll have Madam Pomfrey administer the potion to them." Snape finished speaking, poured the potion that Tyella had just brewed into a vial, and walked out of the dispensary carrying the vial.

“Oh… okay…” Tiera said, reluctantly washing the crucible and continuing to cook.

Thanks to the hard work of Tyella, all twenty-six petrified wizards at Hogwarts were freed from petrification within a single day, and after resting overnight in the school hospital, they returned to their respective dormitories.

"Tierra!" When Harry and Hermione entered the Gryffindor common room, Tierra heard Harry's long-lost voice, and then felt herself bump into a warm embrace.

"Thank goodness! You're alright!" Harry exclaimed excitedly, hugging Tierra tightly.

“Um…yes, Harry…you, you can let go of me first…” Tyella was a little out of breath from Harry’s hug. “I’m a little out of breath.”

"Oh, sorry, sorry... I, I got too excited." Harry then let go of Tyella.

Tierra then realized that Harry was much taller than her—Tierra used to be about the same height as Harry, and with Tierra's own reasonable diet, she was originally a little taller than Harry.

But children grow up quickly.

Now that Tyella is petrified and has been bedridden for months, her growth and development have been stagnant for several months, allowing Harry to surpass her by several centimeters. Tyella's head now only reaches Harry's chin.

This made Tiera slightly annoyed, and she touched the top of her head.

But it doesn't matter, since he's a master of flesh magic. He can grow a few centimeters taller, or even grow into Yao Ming Tierra in a single day.

That evening's dinner, at Dumbledore's behest, turned into a grand celebratory feast—

Firstly, to celebrate the complete recovery of the twenty-six young wizards.

Secondly, it was to bid farewell to this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts professor, Gilderoy Lockhart, and to hold the Merlin Order medal awarding ceremony—

The award was presented personally by Cornelius Fudge, the Minister of Magic.

"In recognition of Gilderoy Lockhart's victory over and killing of Voldemort, his maintenance of peace and tranquility in the wizarding world, and his outstanding contributions to the British, European, and world wizarding communities, the British Ministry of Magic and the Order of Merlin's judging committee have unanimously decided to award Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart the Order of Merlin, First Class!"

—Yes, a first-class medal, not the second-class medal that Tiera originally proposed.

Tyella received an official letter from the Ministry of Magic and a private letter from Cornelius Fudge a week ago.

The details are too lengthy for Tyrell to recount, but it boils down to one thing: she wants Gilderoy Lockhart to insist that Voldemort was killed, not driven away. To this end, Minister of Magic Cornelius Fudge and Wizengamo are willing to award Gilderoy Lockhart the Order of Merlin, First Class, and invite him to become a permanent member of Wizengamo.

And such good things?

This feeling is so good!
Tiera immediately replied in agreement.

Therefore, tonight's award is the Order of Merlin, First Class.

In fact, Tyella was roughly aware of the Ministry of Magic and Cornelius Fudge's intentions.

It's nothing more than the same old trick of deceiving superiors and subordinates.

Tyrell believed that if he hadn't woken up the entire school while acting, Cornelius Fudge would probably have made Voldemort sound like an ordinary dark wizard.

However Cornelius Fudge and the Ministry of Magic try to cover up the truth, Tyella has already obtained more power than he wanted. What does he care about the fate of the Ministry of Magic?
The award ceremony for "Gidro Lockhart" was a great success, thanks to his performance after Christmas and the grand fireworks display by Tierra at the entrance of Hogwarts. The applause was deafening the moment "Gidro Lockhart" received the Order of Merlin, First Class.

“I think you deserve a share of the credit for Lockhart’s Order of Merlin First Class,” Harry whispered to Tyella as everyone applauded.

“Don’t worry, Harry,” Tierra said with a smile. “His glory is my glory.”

“What do you mean?” Harry asked.

"You'll find out soon enough," Tiera said with a mysterious smile.

Because the applause was so enthusiastic, "Gidrolock Hart" had to wave his hand several times to calm the intense applause and cheers from the audience.

After the applause finally subsided, "Gidrolockhart" smiled and said:

"As everyone knows, without the efforts and valiant resistance of our lovely little prophet Tierra, I would never have been able to uncover Voldemort's schemes, let alone kill him."

“This Order of Merlin, First Class,” Gilderoy Lockhart said, waving the medal in his hand, “is not just my achievement; Tiera deserves half of it as well.”

“What else does he want to do?” Professor McGonagall frowned and leaned to the side as she asked Dumbledore, who was sitting next to her.

Dumbledore didn't answer directly, but instead squinted and stroked his beard, saying, "Just you wait and see."

"Therefore, after obtaining Tiera's consent, I have made the following decision—"

Gilderoy Lockhart glanced at Dumbledore in a fawning manner and then said:

"I have decided to designate Tiera Wu as my sole legal heir. I have an obligation to discipline, raise, and nurture Tiera. I adopt Tiera as my son!"

Gilderoy Lockhart's words shocked everyone present.

Dumbledore leaned back in his chair with an expression that said, "So you were just waiting for me here."

"Congratulations, Tyella!" Ron, Hermione, Harry, and other young wizards who knew Tyella all smiled and congratulated her.

For some reason, Harry suddenly felt a little lost.

Regarding the Order of Merlin, First Class, I think it's like the Nobel Peace Prize in the British wizarding world. People like Dumbledore who have made real contributions to the wizarding world can certainly receive it, but Sirius Black's grandfather, who donated a mountain of Galleons to the Ministry of Magic, could also be awarded the Order of Merlin, First Class. So, given Cornelius Fudge's personality, it seems not impossible that he would bribe Lockhart with a Order of Merlin, First Class, to keep the truth from being revealed.

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