Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 299 Everyone Here is Trash

“My colleagues, my fellow countrymen,” Tyrell stood on the bench and spoke before Dumbledore could stop her, “my friends, my brothers, and my sisters—”

"Your applause is not a gift for me, no, it's for yourselves."

Upon hearing Tyrell's first words, Dumbledore looked at Nicholas Flamel in shock, who in turn looked at Mrs. Rosie in equal shock, while Mrs. Rosie looked back at Dumbledore with even greater astonishment—

Clearly, none of the three of them knew what was going on.

But all three of them felt that the other was involved in the matter.

“You are here today because of your inner desires,” Tierra said. “Your desire for honor, your desire for victory, your desire to participate in this great event.”

“Alright, alright, we understand. You should go now,” Dumbledore interrupted, reaching out to tug at Latigella’s wizarding robes.

However, it was of no use.

“Some of you might say I’m too young,” Tiera said, taking another step up and standing directly on the table. “Some of you might say that putting my name in the Goblet of Fire is cheating.”

Seeing Tyrell standing on the table, Dumbledore withdrew his hand, pinched his brow, pressed down on his bulging veins, and casually picked up a glass of fruit wine (whose owner was unknown) and took a sip to calm his nerves.

You are cheating!

A Durmstrang boy shouted.

“No, my fellow countrymen, no,” Tiera smiled and said, “you may think that way, that’s your freedom, but from my perspective—”

"Excuse my bluntness, but everyone here..." Tiera smiled, "all those who couldn't register due to age restrictions, and all those who registered but weren't selected—"

"It's all garbage."

Tierra's words immediately caused an uproar among everyone—

After all, only three were selected.

In other words, Tyrell's statement was directed at all students of Hogwarts, Durmstrang, and Beauxbatons.

The little wizard who had just been cheering for Tierra instantly started cursing.

"Silence! Silence! Silence!"

Dumbledore had to shout three more times to quell the commotion.

"Get down here!" Dumbledore shouted.

“To be precise—” Tyella shouted again.

Dumbledore clenched his fist.

“To be precise—” Tiera shouted, “it’s not you who are garbage, it’s your emotions—”

“To be more precise, it’s your arrogance, your cruelty, your inhumanity!” Tyella shouted. “Do you know how I managed to bypass the age range drawn by Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of our time?”

"I don't want to know, get out of here!" Dumbledore growled again.

"Why is it that many older students, with more magical knowledge than me, have tried to bypass Dumbledore's age circle but ultimately failed?" Tiera asked rhetorically. "Because they are too stubborn, too arrogant, and they disdain seeking help from others, or rather, they disdain seeking help from the 'bugs' in their eyes."

“Yes, I had the house-elves vote for me,” Tierra said. “Isn’t it interesting? A species as humble as house-elves can break through the age range carefully designed by the world’s greatest white wizard.”

"Think about it, isn't that ironic and interesting?" Tierra retorted. "Alright, alright, I know there's a loophole in my age circle, please come down already, okay?" Dumbledore whispered, "I'm begging you."

“So you see?” Tierra said, “The Goblet of Fire isn’t after my strength—”

"After all, I'm just an ordinary fourth-year student. My competitors possess spells I wouldn't even dare to dream of. They could defeat me instantly with the flick of their fingers," Tiera said.

"Ha..." Dumbledore suppressed the urge to swear.

“But I still beat them and became one of the warriors in the competition. Why is that?” Tierra said.

“Because friendship is magic, and a beautiful heart is a powerful force!” Tierra said. “I respect house-elves, I treat them kindly, I treat all magical creatures kindly, I treat all life kindly, I love all life—”

“Those magical creatures, those magical animals, we shouldn’t hate them. No, those magical creatures are not a minority, but a different kind of group. They are not worthless, but have a different kind of value. They cannot be disposed of at will, but should be treated specially.”

“The blossoming of magic will only occur in a very few souls, or in other words, extremely powerful magical forces will only bloom within a few strong yet gentle hearts, and will only be permitted for those higher things,” Tiera said. “What kind of world will we create? For all humanity, for all living beings, we yearn for freedom, for truth, and above all, for love.”

Dumbledore looked at Nicholas Flamel with suspicion again, Nicholas Flamel looked at Mrs. Rosie, and Mrs. Rosie glared angrily at Dumbledore.

“Perhaps it’s because the Goblet of Fire saw the power within me, perhaps it’s because the Goblet of Fire recognized that power, or perhaps it believes that this power far surpasses all spells, magical skills, and accumulated knowledge,” Tiera said. “Perhaps that is why the Goblet of Fire chose me as one of its champions.”

“Perhaps it is because extremely powerful magic has begun to blossom within my loving and emotional heart,” Tiera said.

“So my fellow countrymen, my brothers and sisters,” Tierra appealed, “let us be kind to the lives around us, especially those that are oppressed, discriminated against, and harmed.”

“Treat them well, my fellow countrymen,” Tiera cried. “Love them, for it is not only loving them, it is also loving yourselves, it is also strengthening your own inner power.”

After saying this, Tierra bowed and jumped off the table.

Hagrid was the first to applaud, followed by Hermione, then Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins.

Then came Dumbledore with a gloomy expression, and Professor McGonagall and Professor Snape, whose faces were equally grim.

Mrs. Rosie, along with some Slytherin and Durmstrang students, refused to applaud.

Soon, the scattered applause transformed into a wave of applause that filled the entire banquet hall.

Hermione and Hagrid clapped especially enthusiastically, continuing from the beginning to the end.

Hermione's palms were clenched until they were red, but she didn't want to stop, and tears even slid down her cheeks.

Amid applause, Tierra backed away, bowing as she went, until she disappeared through the side door of the banquet hall. Just then, Tierra made a gesture to Harry—

Harry's long-standing rapport with Tierra made him instantly recognize the gesture—

I'll be waiting for you over there.

Tiera conveyed this meaning through gestures.

Wait for me over there?

Harry was a little confused. Which way? Why are they waiting for me?

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