Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 291
For the remainder of the class, Professor Moody seemed to fall silent, pacing back and forth on his prosthetic leg, his magical eye darting back and forth, though it mostly lingered on Tiera.

No one knew what magic Barty Crouch used, but every time that magical eye fell on Tierra, Tierra felt a sense of oppression wash over her—

However, it was useless. Such tricks might work against other wizards, but they were completely ineffective against an old fox like myself.

The other young wizards were busy taking notes, recording the three unforgivable curses.

The classroom was quiet; no one spoke until the bell rang.

As soon as Moody dismissed the get out of class and the young wizards left the classroom, a torrent of discussion erupted, with most students speaking of the spells with awe.

"Did you see the spider twitching?"

"Yes, he killed the spider in one go—it was that simple!"

"And Tierra predicted it again!" a girl said with a grin. "He looked so cool when he made his prediction!"

"What do you think Tierra's prophecy is all about? Professor Moody? That Professor Moody? Drained by the Dementors?"

They talked about the class as if they had watched a wonderful and hilarious performance.

For the next few weeks, until the practical lesson on Defense Against the Dark Arts, nothing particularly noteworthy happened—

In addition to Tyrell giving another very clear prophecy.

Just like in second grade, Tierra once again launched her approachable breakfast show, "Tierra's Prophecy Time," during breakfast time.

This semester, not only Hogwarts students are living and studying there, but also students and teachers from Beauxbatons School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. This presents a perfect opportunity for Tierra to expand her influence and increase her anchor points.

Therefore, one morning after the beginning of October, Tyrell made another very clear prophecy—

“There are four participants in this year’s Triwizard Tournament,” Tiera said with an ethereal expression.

“One of Beauxbatons’ most beautiful female students, and one of Durmstrang’s most skilled Seeker,” Tierra continued. “And two from Hogwarts, one of whom is the most popular student at Hogwarts, and the other whose fate is too unpredictable for me to fathom.”

This led to almost all the students discussing the mysterious fourth contestant in the weeks that followed.

Thirty percent of the young wizards guessed it was Harry, but another twenty percent actually guessed it was Tyrell herself!

That's why Tiera said things like, "The fate of the last one is too elusive for me to see through."

This is their conclusion based on the latest chapter taught in Professor Trelawney's divination class—

Why prophets cannot predict things related to themselves.

"Ha ha……"

However, whenever Tiera heard these speculations, she would simply give a dismissive, mocking smile.

I am a staunch advocate of materialism. While respecting objective reality, we must give full play to human initiative.
To put it simply, I control my own destiny.

Two weeks later, in a Defense Against the Dark Arts class, Professor Moody, or rather Barty Crouch Jr., with 10% seriousness and 90% desire to satisfy his own urge to torture others with dark magic, decided to take turns casting the Imperius Curse on the students—

“Professor Dumbledore wants to teach you to feel it,” the fake Moody said righteously, turning his magical eye toward you. “If you are willing to learn in a more brutal way, such as waiting for someone to recite this spell for you and completely control you, then very well, I agree, I have no objection, you can leave anytime.”

After saying that, he stretched out a rough finger and pointed to the classroom door—

But no one left.

“Very good!” Moody said. “Now that you’ve all made up your minds, let’s go one by one—”

“Dean Thomas!” the fake Moody shouted in a rough voice.

He chose to begin the lesson with a Black person—

"Out of body!" the fake Moody said, waving his wand. Under the spell's influence, Dean Thomas hopped and skipped around the classroom three times, singing the national anthem.

“And then there’s… Lavender Brown!” Fake Moody yelled. “Ah, I remember you, you were doing your astronomy homework in my class!”

As he spoke, the fake Moody waved his wand again—

Lavender Brown began to imitate a squirrel.

Then came Neville, who performed a series of amazing gymnastic moves that he could never do in his normal state.

“I never knew Neville was so flexible,” Tyella whispered to Harry, who was standing next to her. “Honestly, maybe Neville should have gone to Slytherin. I can’t think of any other creature besides snakes that could be as flexible as Neville.”

"Pfft—" Harry almost burst out laughing, but thankfully, he managed to hold it in—

Obviously, laughing out loud at a time like this is quite unethical.

Because the happier Harry is now, the more he might be laughed at when he goes on stage later.

After that, several more young wizards went on stage and were subjected to the Imperius Curse by Moody, but none of them seemed to be able to resist the spell. They all returned to normal only after Moody removed the spell.

However, one person did quite well and received praise from the fake Moody's.

Harry managed to resist a small portion of the Imperius Curse's effects.

Although he looked a bit dazed, he didn't actually do anything too outrageous.

This alone earned Moody's high praise.

"Tiella Lockhart!" Moody boomed after Harry had finished his turn. "Your turn."

Tierra walked to the center of the classroom, to the empty space that Moody had just cleared by moving the desks.

Moody raised his wand, pointed it at Tiera, and said, "Out of body!"

Tiera once again felt a white, misty power rush into her mind—

This force is far stronger than the one Gilderoy Lockhart experienced.

However, it was all in vain. This force didn't even reach Tiera's mental walls, being blocked outside the false memory veil constructed by Tiera's mind-sealing technique.

But Tierra still maintained a dazed expression.

Then a voice came from within the white light:
Slap yourself.

Tierra: ...

Seriously, officer? Don't you Death Eaters have any other hobbies?

Do you just enjoy watching others slap themselves in the face?
"Snapped--"

Tiera raised her hand, intending to slap the fake Moody, but then she thought better of it—

It still landed on my face.

Since the other students were all under the influence of the Soul-Stealing Curse, Natyera couldn't be too unconventional.

He wanted to develop his skills discreetly and secretly, not wanting his fourth-grade plans to be disrupted by the fake Moody.

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