Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 352 Morning Tea Time

The next morning, Tyella and Harry got up early. After receiving the gill sac grass from Tyella the night before, Harry seemed completely relieved and fell asleep almost as soon as his head hit the pillow, immediately pulling Tyella into bed with him—

"Hurry, hurry, Tierra!" Harry said after shaking Tierra awake. "We still have one more game to win today!"

"Sigh," Tiera sighed helplessly, sat up in bed, rubbed her face, and marveled at the boundless energy of a teenage boy.

I wonder who will be the one to keep his treasure at the bottom of the lake today—

Tyrell hoped it was Dumbledore, so that all the dancing she had done with the old man wouldn't have been in vain.

“Let’s go, Harry!” Tyella seemed even more excited than Harry. “Let’s go get some breakfast first.”

After Tyrell led Harry into the Great Hall, she didn't rush to find seats. Instead, she stood at the entrance and carefully scanned the people inside the Great Hall several times.

Especially the teachers' seats.

No!
Tiera showed a slight hint of delight.

Almost all the other teachers and referees were present in the teachers' section, but Dumbledore was not among them.

No! No!
After finishing her meal, Tierra looked around the Great Hall again, but Dumbledore was still nowhere to be seen.

"Harry, you go ahead, I need to ask Professor McGonagall something." With that, Tyella skipped and hopped toward the teachers' table.

"Hey, Professor McGonagall, Professor McGonagall," Tierra asked, her face beaming with youthful energy. "Where's Professor Dumbledore? Didn't Professor Dumbledore come for breakfast?"

"Oh, it's Tyella." Professor McGonagall smiled kindly. "Professor Dumbledore... he... has something to attend to and may be a little late. Well, don't worry, Professor Dumbledore will definitely come to watch your match."

“Oh, okay,” Tierra said happily. “Thank you, and have a nice day, Professor McGonagall.”

After saying that, Tierra skipped away again.

Tierra ran down the lawn and gradually saw the seats that had surrounded the Dragon Arena last November. Now, they were lined up in tiers on the opposite bank of the lake, completely full, and reflected in the lake below.

Tierra frantically ran around the lake towards the referees, who were sitting at another table by the water, covered with a golden tablecloth—

Barty Crouch, Ludobagman, Igor Kakarov, and Mrs. Maxim.

Dumbledore was the only one missing.

Hehehe—

Tierra secretly rejoiced.

Then, following Ludobagman's instructions, he stood side by side with the other three warriors, each ten feet apart.

The other three warriors were dressed very lightly, especially Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum, who were only wearing swimsuits that accentuated their beautiful figures.

Harry was also dressed much less than when he parted with Tyrell, wearing only a thin long-sleeved shirt and shorts that exposed his thighs.

The three people shivered in the biting February wind.

But unlike the others, Tiera was completely covered up.

"You, you, you, you..." Harry stammered, "You, you won't, you won't take off, take off your clothes?"

“I won’t take it off,” Tyella said, then, as if deliberately trying to annoy Fleur Delacour and Viktor Krum, she pulled a hot water bottle from her wizarding robes and shoved it into Harry’s hand—

"Silly girl," Tiera said in a good mood. "You know we're going to swim in the frozen lake, but you didn't even think of asking for help. Here, take this hot water bottle to warm up first, so you don't get so cold you faint when you go into the water."

"Oh, okay, okay, okay. Okay." Harry quickly took the hot water bottle and hugged it to his chest.

After handing the hot water bottle to Harry, Tyrell looked around again to make sure Dumbledore wasn't on the platform by the Black Lake.

Tiera nodded with satisfaction.

"Good luck to you all." Ludobagman patted each of the four warriors on the shoulder, then turned back to the referee's table.

He pointed his wand at his throat, just like at the World Cup, and said, "Loud!"

Then his voice was like thunder, sweeping across the dark surface of the lake and reaching the stands.

"Listen up, everyone! Our warriors are in position. I'll blow my whistle, and the second event will begin. They have a full hour to reclaim what was stolen from them. I'll count to three. One...two...three!" The piercing whistle echoed in the cold, still air. A burst of cheers and applause erupted from the stands.

Harry tossed the hot water bottle onto the diving board, then pulled the gill sac grass from his pocket, stuffed it into his mouth, and jumped directly from the wooden platform into the lake.

cold--

This was Harry's most immediate feeling; he instinctively felt a burning pain in the skin of his legs, as if they were on fire.

He heard laughter from the audience and knew he must have looked foolish, so he walked into the lake without displaying any magical abilities.

Then, quite suddenly, Harry felt as if an invisible pillow was pressing against his mouth and nose. He gasped for air, and his head spun. His lungs felt empty, and a sharp, stabbing pain shot through both sides of his neck—

Harry quickly grabbed his throat with both hands and felt two narrow slits below his ears, opening and closing in the cold air—

He had gills! Without hesitation, he took the only rational action—

It plunged headfirst into the water.

Taking the first sip of the cold lake water is like getting the oxygen needed for life.

His head was no longer spinning.

He took another deep breath of lake water, feeling it flow smoothly through his gills, delivering oxygen to his brain. He stretched out his hands and examined them carefully.

They appeared somewhat greenish underwater, looked strange and frightening, and had webbed toes. He turned to look at his bare feet—

His feet grew longer, and his toes were webbed, as if his feet had suddenly turned into duck webs.

The water was no longer icy cold... On the contrary, he felt cool and comfortable, and his body felt very light... Harry continued to paddle forward, and he was surprised to find that his two webbed feet allowed him to move so far and so fast in the water.

He also discovered that he could see clearly without even blinking.

Harry quickly looked around, trying to find Tyella, but—

Tierra did not go into the water.

At this moment, Tiera stood on the shore, drew her wand, and waved it towards her mouth—

"Acio!"

Tierra shouted, and everyone else present reflexively squatted down—

They were afraid that Tiera would attract another meteorite.

Fortunately, not really.

From the direction of Hogwarts Castle, a small round table, a small chair, a tea set, a pot of boiling tea, and several pastries that looked quite delicious were presented.

The table and chairs stopped on the platform and were neatly arranged, and then the teapot and pastries were placed steadily on the table.

Tierra sat in her chair, poured herself a cup of tea, then took a small spoonful of cake and ate a delicious bite.

Almost everyone present was drawn to Tiera's strange behavior, and chattering voices gradually rose from the audience.

Even the referee kept casting strange glances at Tierra.

Among them, Ludobagman was the most outstanding.

The short, stout wizard would occasionally take out a handkerchief and wipe the fine sweat from his forehead.

Judging from his expression, he had clearly placed another heavy bet on Tierra.

But Tierra remained calm and composed, leisurely sipping her morning tea as if she were in a deserted place.

Twenty minutes quickly passed in the game world. Just as Tiera had finished one piece of cake and was about to beg for the second, an old voice sounded from behind him—

Thank you

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