Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 373 Beginning

About five or six minutes later, the four warriors, having changed their clothes, emerged from the four changing rooms. Following them were four Hogwarts teachers: Professor Moody, Professor Snape, Professor Flitwick, and Professor McGonagall. Each Hogwarts teacher carried a box containing the warriors' clothes and personal belongings.

Tyella could sense that the "lucky coin" he had given Harry was also left in the suitcase.

Clearly, Professor Flitwick, who examined Harry, was very strict.

The warriors were left to wait, while the Hogwarts professors carried boxes to the audience and handed the four warriors' personal belongings to their families.

After emerging from the locker room, Tierra appeared perfectly normal, while Professor Moody seemed somewhat lost in thought.

"Alastor, what's wrong?" Dumbledore asked with concern.

“No, it’s nothing,” Professor Moody shook his head and said, then added, “I was just thinking about what that huge conspiracy that idiot Gilderoy Lockhart was talking about might be.”

Dumbledore said no more and returned to the referee's seat with Mrs. Maxim and Igor Kakarov.

The four warriors went in different directions and spread out around the maze.

At this moment, Ludobagman stepped forward, stood on the high platform in the center of the arena, pointed his wand at his throat, and said "loud voice." His voice, amplified by magic, then echoed in the stands.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the final match of the Triwizard Tournament is about to begin! First, please allow me to announce the current score! Tierra Lockhart, eighty-five points, Hogwarts School." As soon as Ludobagman finished reading, a cheer erupted from the arena.

"Viktor Krumm—32 points, second place, Durmstrang Academy!" Another cheer erupted.

"Harry Potter - 31 points, third place, Hogwarts!"

"Hibiscus Delacour - Fourth place, 28 points, Beauxbatons Academy!" Another round of applause erupted.

"Due to Tiera's unconventional use of magic, the other warriors did not score in the second event, which resulted in Mr. Lockhart having a total score more than fifty points higher than the other warriors—" Ludobagman said, but was immediately interrupted by enthusiastic cheers.

"For the sake of fairness and impartiality in the competition," Ludobagman continued after the cheers had subsided. "The original plan was that the warriors who scored one more point in the total score could enter the court one minute earlier. Now, it has been changed so that the warriors who score one more point in the total score can enter the court thirty seconds earlier."

“In other words—” Ludobagman continued, “first to enter was Hogwarts’ champion Tieella Lockhart, then 26 minutes and 30 seconds later, Durmstrang’s champion, Viktor Krum, entered, then half a minute later, another Hogwarts champion, Harry Potter, entered, and one and a half minutes later, Beauxbatons’ champion Fleur Delacour entered.”

“Now… Tiera, listen to my whistle!” Ludobagman said, “Three—two—”

With a short whistle—

Tiera didn't move; she just stood there at the entrance to the maze, showing no sign of wanting to run into it.

Ludobagman looked at Tiera with some confusion, then took the whistle hanging from his chest to his lips again and blew it once more.

However, Tierra did not enter the labyrinth; instead, she turned around and faced the audience.

“Mr. Lockhart,” Ludobagman said somewhat nervously, “please enter the maze.”

“I have over twenty minutes, don’t I?” Tiera said coldly. “Twenty-six minutes and thirty seconds, that’s just the time you allow me to enter the maze, right? I’m willing to stay outside a little longer without breaking the rules, am I?”

“No, we won’t violate it,” Ludobagman said.

"That's good." Tierra replied calmly, tossing her wand gently into the air—the specially made wand in Tierra's hand grew in the air, transforming into a wooden staff more than half a person's height.

Tierra waved her hand over herself again—

The uniform outfits worn by the participating warriors, which were once monotonous and somewhat unattractive, have undergone some changes.

The brown cotton woolen garment grew increasingly large and gradually took on a variety of colors. The muscles on Tierra's face also began to twitch very subtly, transforming into an expression that was comical, mocking, and absurd.

Tierra smiled and surveyed the audience, then slammed her wand, which was almost half her height, into the soft soil. She then propped herself up with one hand on the wand, jumped up simultaneously, clapped her hands together in mid-air, and landed, performing an absurd and laughable dance around the wand—

Whether it was the warriors on the field, the referees, or the spectators in the stands, they all looked at each other, seemingly a little confused about what Tiera was doing.

Gradually, before long, murmurs arose from the audience, eventually turning into boos.

"What exactly is he trying to do?" Even Dumbledore couldn't help but frown and ask Nicholas Lemay.

“I don’t know, we’ll see,” Nicholas Flamel replied. “That’s the realm of the gods, and the paths that lead there are all sorts of strange and wonderful.”

But Tierra seemed to hear nothing and continued her absurd and ridiculous dance in the center of the arena.

The dance lasted about ten minutes. Amidst a chorus of boos, Tiera bowed deeply, pulled her wand from the damp, soft grass, swung it in a graceful arc through the air, and then slung it over her shoulder. Like a traveler on a long journey, she strode comically and exaggeratedly toward the entrance to the labyrinth—

But as she passed by Harry, Tyrell paused, and the comical, absurd, and mocking smile on her face vanished instantly, replaced by a serious and sincere expression.

"May you be happy and live a long life, Harry." After saying that, Tyrell opened her arms and hugged Harry tightly, then gently kissed Harry's right cheek.

"What are you doing?" Harry's face instantly turned as red as a sunset, and he felt a surge of heat rushing to his head.

Tiera did not answer. Almost instantly, his face returned to that mocking, absurd, and comical chuckle, and he strode into the maze surrounded by bushes with exaggerated steps.

Tiera ventured deeper and deeper into the labyrinth, until gradually, he disappeared from view.

Shortly after Tierra went inside, the magical bushes regrown, completely sealing the entrance Tierra had entered through.

There is no escape route.

Almost at the same time that the maze entrance was sealed off—

Dumbledore, struck by inspiration and seemingly enlightened, took out the tarot deck Tyrell had given him from the pocket of his wizard's robe and turned to the Fool card—

“0-THE FOOL”

On the Fool card, Tyrell, dressed in brightly colored clothes, slowly opens her eyes.

Hundreds of Fools cards from hundreds of tarot decks, hundreds of colorful Tierras simultaneously opened their eyes.

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