Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 337 The Ghostly Realm of the Human Heart

“You…” Professor McGonagall’s facial muscles twitched incessantly, her expression shifting between joy and worry—

"Who... do you want to invite?" Professor McGonagall's gaze darted back and forth between Tierra and Harry, her lips curving slightly upward, clearly trying to suppress a laugh.

Even Harry was somewhat surprised, his hands nervously twisting together, his head kept down, but his eyes kept glancing at Tyella.

“Professor Dumbledore!” Tyrell declared matter-of-factly, without changing her name.

Professor McGonagall's expression froze for a moment, then she gaped in astonishment.

Even Harry was stunned for a moment, clearly not quite understanding, staring blankly at Tyella.

As is customary, the person tied to the bottom of the river in Tierra's second task would be the most important person among the four warriors.

So how do we determine who the most important person is?
Tierra guessed that the markers were the people they spent the most time with at the Christmas ball.

So here's the question: although Tyella was highly regarded among the Hogwarts students, he was actually only really close to the trio of demerits.

Hermione is Viktor Krum's darling.

The remaining three—Tierra, Harry, and Ron—are each other's darlings.

But Tierra and Harry are both contestants, and having only Ron as a big baby is definitely not enough.

Furthermore, according to the original story, the most precious treasures placed at the bottom of the Black Lake were those who spent the most time with the warriors at the ball—

Hermione and Viktor Krum had a blast at the Christmas ball all night.

Although Fleur Delacour's dance partner is not described, she was probably just a tool for the opening dance, which is why her sister was added in at the end.

Harry and Ron's dance partners served a similar purpose, acting as mere tools.

However, Harry and Ron spent far more time together at the Christmas ball than with their respective partners.

So the question is, which of the two darlings, Tierra and Harry, should be chosen from the person who spent the most time at the ball?

Then Tierra can just step aside, and Ron can be given to Harry.

Furthermore, Tiera was kind-hearted and unwilling to harm other girls or classmates, so she had to choose a precious darling who cared for her, whom she also cared for, and who possessed great magical power, rich experience, and would absolutely not pose any danger during the competition.

For example, Dumbledore, the strongest White Devil in history.

Anyway, if the referee team can really squeeze Dumbledore in, Tyella will be all set. He won't have to do anything else. Tyella can just sit on a stool by the lake for an hour and watch how the old man eventually pulls himself out of the water.

"No!" Professor McGonagall said, her voice rising almost to a shout, seemingly angry. "Tiera! You're not allowed to do this nonsense!"

"You better find me a female dance partner!" Professor McGonagall roared.

“But Professor McGonagall, why?” Tyrell said, feigning grievance. “Shouldn’t you bring the most important person to the ball? Professor Dumbledore is like my own grandfather.”

After all, he was the very grandfather who had ruined him.

“There’s no why!” Professor McGonagall said seriously, then suddenly softened her expression. “Tiera, haven’t you read the Daily Prophet?”

“Yes, I saw it,” Tierra said. “What’s wrong?”

"Didn't you see how that gossipy Rita Skita slandered you?"

“I don’t care,” Tierra said. “Let her say what she wants.” “You just don’t care now!” Professor McGonagall said with exasperation. “You’re too young, you don’t understand how terrible gossip can be, you don’t understand the wickedness of the human heart.”

“Tiera, you are excellent,” McGonagall said. “To be precise, you are too excellent, so excellent that it makes people jealous.”

“Yes, jealousy,” Professor McGonagall continued. “You don’t yet understand how powerful jealousy can be. You’re young; you have no idea how deep jealousy can push a person’s heart.”

"Your excellence is something they can never achieve in their lifetime. At first, they will admire you, fawn over you, and idolize you, elevating you to an unparalleled and lofty position. But when they realize that your achievements are something they can never catch up with in their entire lives, they will swarm around you like flies, searching for your flaws and weaknesses," Professor McGonagall said earnestly. "Once they find them, they will do everything in their power to slander and defame you, plunging you into utter ruin."

“But Professor McGonagall, I’m not afraid!” Tierra said.

“You’re not afraid because you haven’t witnessed the ugliness of human nature,” Professor McGonagall said, then reached out and patted Tierra on the shoulder.

“Go find a dance partner,” Professor McGonagall said. “And Harry, you too. You should all go find dance partners so as not to give others a reason to gossip.”

“Oh… alright then…” Tiera reluctantly agreed.

Even Harry nodded helplessly.

“Alright, you can go back now,” Professor McGonagall said.

Goodbye, Professor McGonagall.

Harry and Tyrell politely said goodbye to Professor McGonagall and then left the classroom.

In the Great Hall, they met Hermione and Ron, who had been waiting for them for some time.

"What did Professor McGonagall want with you just now?" Ron asked.

“She told us about our dance partners for the Christmas ball,” Harry said listlessly. “She said… she said that Tyra and I, as champions, must have a dance partner to dance the opening dance.”

"Dance partner?" Hermione leaned even closer after hearing those two words—

“Yeah.” Harry scratched his head in frustration.

“Listen, you’re not going to be in any trouble. You’re a warrior, aren’t you? You just defeated the Hungarian Hornet. I bet they’ll be lining up to dance with you.” Ron seemed to see right through Harry, and to protect their newly repaired friendship, he kept the bitterness in his voice to a minimum and spoke enthusiastically.

“I hope so…” Harry said.

"And what about you?" Hermione straightened her back and smoothed her messy hair as she asked, "So, Tyella, who are you planning to invite as your dance partner?"

"I..." Tyella was about to speak when Hermione interrupted her again.

“You’d better think this through. You’re not just a champion of Hogwarts, you’re also a prophet,” Hermione said, moving a little closer. “You’d better think carefully about your ball date. I’m sure any, any, any girl would accept your invitation if you just asked.”

“Hmm…” Tierra looked at Hermione with some surprise.

"So who do you want to invite to the Christmas ball?" Hermione asked, running her hand through her hair.

“Professor Dumbledore,” Tyrell said firmly.

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