Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 328 Scored twice
When Thierra followed Ludobagman to the referee's stand, they heard Mrs. Maxim's roar.

“Cheating! This is cheating! I demand his grade be cancelled!” Mrs. Maxim roared. “No one! No one can use such a powerful spell! Let alone a fourth-year wizard! It must be you, and you too! You set up a magical ritual outside the venue to help him, didn’t you?”

As she spoke, Mrs. Maxim pointed at Dumbledore and Professor McGonagall.

“You’re talking nonsense!” Professor McGonagall exclaimed. “Hogwarts has an excellent academic tradition and would never help or allow students to cheat, especially not on such an important occasion.”

“Mrs. Maxim, I hope you can calm down,” Dumbledore said calmly. “I understand your doubts. To be honest, I myself am also puzzled as to when our Hogwarts produced such a… such a ‘gifted’ young wizard. So I had Mr. Bagman fetch him. I think he can give us all a reasonable explanation.”

“Don’t worry.” At this moment, Ludobagman eagerly lifted the curtain for Tierra. Then, in a flattering tone, he said, “Mrs. Maxim can’t cancel your grades.”

“He doesn’t have that authority,” Bagman added. “Cheating is a big deal. She needs more than half of the judges’ votes to find you guilty of cheating… I’ve always supported you.”

“It doesn’t matter.” Tierra nodded to Ludobagman in return. “Honestly, grades aren’t really that important to me.”

"Tierra!" Professor McGonagall, with her sharp eyes, spotted Tierra first and exclaimed—

"Come here, kid! We need you to explain what kind of magic you just used on the field!"

Upon hearing Professor McGonagall's words, everyone present—Professor Dumbledore, Professor McGonagall, Professor Barty Moody Jr., Barty Crouch Elder, Mrs. Maxime, Ludo Bagman, Igor Kakarov, and even Mrs. Rosie and Hathaway Romanoff who had rushed over—all turned their gazes toward Tyella.

“It’s the Summoning Charm, the Summoning Charm,” Tierra said without batting an eye. “It’s the Summoning Charm, Professor.”

"A summoning spell? Are you kidding me?" Professor McGonagall said incredulously.

"What about the white light shield you used at the beginning?" Dumbledore asked.

“Flash Charm, it’s the Flash Charm,” Tierra said again, her expression unchanged. “It’s the Flash Charm, Headmaster.”

Dumbledore: ...

“You mean fluorescent flashing?” Professor McGonagall asked.

“No, Professor McGonagall, this spell is called the Flash Charm,” Tierra said with a smile. “The spell for glowing is Lumos, and my Flash Charm is—”

“You shall not pass!” Tierra drew her “Mad Walker” and shouted.

Instantly, a hard white barrier enveloped Tiera's entire body.

Tierra waved her wand again, and the white light barrier disappeared once more—

Anyway, it was Tiera's "successor" who used the Wall of Narctis, not himself, so it doesn't really matter what he shouts.

"You're clearly lying!" Mrs. Maxim exclaimed. "This isn't a spell at all! I demand your grades be cancelled!"

“Please don’t jump to conclusions, Mrs. Maxim,” Tierra said with a smile. “I can vouch for myself that I’m not lying.”

“Oh? How do you prove it?” Dumbledore asked.

"Hehe." Tiera chuckled, paused for a moment, and then transformed the "Mad Walker" back into a giant staff.

“Acio meteorite, Acio meteorite, Acio meteorite, Acio meteorite…” Tiera began to chant.

"What are you doing?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled. But Tyrell didn't answer; instead, she continued reading.

……

After Tierra was called away by Ludobagman, it was Fleur de Lacourt's turn to play.

She is facing the Welsh Green Dragon.

Unlike the Berlog Dragons that Tiera had dealt with, the Welsh Green Dragons are the least troublesome of all the fire dragons.

Like the Fiery Dragon with Eggshell Eyes, the Welsh Green Dragon prefers to hunt sheep. Unless provoked, they generally avoid humans, so they usually build their nests on relatively high mountains so that their bodies can blend in well with the dense vegetation and are not easily distinguishable.

—Although Fleur Delacour had done her homework beforehand, and the information about the Welsh Green Dragon had appeared in her mind the moment she drew it, she still felt a little nervous when it was her turn to play.

Especially after Tiera, who came on before her, caused such a commotion, Fleur Delacour became even more nervous.

When Fleur Delacour left the tent, she was trembling from head to toe. Head held high, wand clutched tightly in her hand, she entered the arena—

The arena was ten meters lower than when Tierra entered, creating a large pit in the center of the arena. Only one stone pillar stood in the center, and the golden egg was placed on the stone pillar.

When Fleur descended to the bottom of the arena via a wooden ladder set up by staff, she discovered that the temperature at the bottom of the arena was astonishingly high. Fleur Delacour had only been there for less than a minute when she felt as if she were in the sweltering heat of summer, drenched in sweat. Her clothes, soaked with sweat, clung tightly to her body, outlining her graceful and muscular figure.

The Welsh green dragon she was facing seemed to be struggling with the high temperature, nervously huddled in a corner at the other end of the arena, its claws scratching the ground and breathing heavily in frustration.

Fleur raised her wand, held it horizontally in front of her, and then carefully approached the stone pillar in the center of the arena, step by step.

As Fleur Drakul moved closer to the center, the Welsh green dragon huddled within the communication chamber grew increasingly agitated, baring its teeth and roaring at Fleur Drakul—

Fleur cautiously stopped and then waved her wand at the surrounding rubble.

Several large pebbles began to vibrate and deform under the influence of the Hibiscus Spell, and soon they turned into black sheep.

A smaller pebble transformed into a raven, and the sheep took off charging toward the Welsh green dragon, only to scatter and flee halfway there.

"Ouch————"

The Welsh green dragon seemed to be attracted by the sheep, lying on the ground and chasing them with its hands and feet.

At that moment, the crow let out a long cry and flapped its wings as it flew toward the golden egg.

Just as the crow's large claws were about to grab the golden egg—

"Om-"

The earth and sky trembled violently once more, the temperature soared, and a crimson light filled everyone's vision—

Another burning meteorite, trailing a long tail of flame, fell from the sky.

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