Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 378: Joyful Scenes and Sad Feelings

Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, his nose filled with the scent of grass.

When the door key carried him in the air, he had his eyes closed, and he still has his eyes closed and remains motionless.

All my strength seemed to have been drained away.

He felt extremely dizzy, and the ground beneath him felt like a ship's deck, shaking and rocking.

Harry felt extremely tired. In an attempt to steady himself, he let go of the Triwizard Tournament trophy, but instead held Tierra's body even tighter.

A wave of sound overwhelmed him, bewildering him; there were sounds everywhere—cheers, applause, and cheerful music…

But Harry didn't care about any of that—

Everything he cared about was now in his arms.

Harry just sat there, completely still.

He held Tierra's body tightly in his arms, his chin resting gently on Tierra's head, as if Tierra were simply asleep in his arms.

"Tiera, Tiera, Tiera, Tiera..." Harry stroked Tiera's smooth but dull hair again and again.

Tyrell's hand fell down forever, never again able to jokingly flick Harry's forehead.

His eyes had lost their light forever, and Tiera could no longer read any emotion in them.

His body temperature also fell into silence forever, and that lively, cheerful, and mischievous boy fell into silence forever, along with his ambition, cruelty, and mysterious past.

"Tiera, Tiera, Tiera, Tiera..." Harry put his arm around Tiera's shoulder, gently swaying her soft body, calling out her name again and again.

But this time, no matter how Harry called out, Tyrell could never wake up again, and could never give him that sly little fox smile again.

Harry held Tierra's body and shook it gently. Grief and disbelief flowed quietly from Harry's voice and eyes like a spring, slowly seeping into everyone's hearts.

Harry wanted to cry, Harry wanted to have a good cry—

But he couldn't cry. Harry just sat there blankly, like a statue, as if the whole world had drifted away from him.

Finally, someone noticed something was wrong—

Fleur Delacour: The instant Harry and Tierra touched the trophy, Fleur and Viktor Krum were teleported out of the maze.

Fleur Delacour, sitting at the very front of the audience, stood up, took a few steps forward in disbelief, and then covered her mouth—

"what--!"

A terrified scream pierced the sky.

"Do not--!"

Hermione, who rushed over to congratulate Harry and Tyrell, also cried out, letting out a desperate, heartbroken, and incredulous scream.

"Harry, Harry!" A pair of strong hands grabbed Harry and turned him up.

Albus Dumbledore crouched down in front of Harry, staring incredulously at Tyella in Harry's arms.

He was surrounded by a dark mass of people, all crowding towards him.

Harry didn't say anything, didn't look at anyone, and even when Dumbledore turned him upside down, Harry just sat there blankly.

"Tierra, Tierra, Tierra, Tierra," Harry kept shaking Tierra.

"Harry, let go! Harry, let go!" Dumbledore tried to snatch Tyella from Harry's arms, but—

But Harry hugged her even tighter.

"No! No!" Harry cried out, and only then did tears stream down his face as he cried out in despair.

"What happened, Harry? What happened!" Dumbledore asked anxiously, struggling to pry Harry's hands open and snatching Tyrell's body from Harry's arms—

"No! No! Give it back to me! Give Tierra back to me! Give it back to me!" Harry cried and rushed forward.

But Hermione, Ron, and the Weasley twins, who rushed over, pinned them down—

Harry was so strong that it took four people to hold him down.

"Harry, calm down!" Dumbledore also knelt on the ground, wearing a wide cloak and robe, and placed Tierra on his knees with her face up. Tierra's right hand hung down, her head was tilted back, and her body was as slender as a gymnast's, with her waist bent, showing everyone the weakness, powerlessness and beauty of death.

Dumbledore bowed his head, cradling Tiera's body in his right hand, his left hand slightly outstretched behind him, a look of helpless pain on his face, his head bowed downwards, lost in deep sorrow—[Note 1]

“He’s dead,” Dumbledore said. “It was Tyella. Tyella is dead.”

"No! No! He's not! He's not dead!" Harry roared. "Tierra isn't dead! Tierra isn't dead!"

In the end, all that came out of Harry's mouth was a barely audible sob.

"What's going on?" Dumbledore asked. "What exactly happened!"

"He's back!" Harry said weakly. "Voldemort is back!"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Cornelius Fudge's upside-down face appeared before Harry, pale and terrified. "God... Tyella!" he cried, "Dumbledore... he, he's dead!"

The words traveled out, and the dark figures squeezing in relayed them in horror to those around them… Others screamed—screams echoed through the night—

"he died!"

"Tiera! She's dead!"

The girls were screaming, crying hysterically… This scene flickered strangely before Harry’s eyes…

A middle-aged man wearing sunglasses and luxurious clothes rushed down from the back of the audience seats.

It is "Gidrolockhart"

"Let me through! Let me through!"

"Gidrolohart" ran while pushing through the crowd.

When he finally arrived at the arena, he knelt down with a thud, collapsed onto Tiera's corpse, and howled—

"No!"

"My son!"

That's my son!

"Gidrolockhart" continued to wail, "That's my boy!"

That's my boy!

Then he kept his head down, lying on Tiera and howling.

“We need to move the body somewhere else,” Cornelius Fudge whispered to Dumbledore, sounding somewhat flustered. “There are too many people here!”

"You stay here, you're not allowed to leave." Dumbledore said sternly, bending down and using extraordinary strength for a thin old man to help Harry to his feet.

Harry swayed, feeling like a hammer was pounding in his head, his injured leg unable to support his weight.

“Nick Flamel!” Dumbledore said in a booming voice, “You come with me and move Tyella to the office.”

“Harry, you’re not allowed to move around here.” Dumbledore repeated, “You must stay in a crowded place.”

……

Inside the arena, amidst the chaos and confusion, at the edge of the forbidden forest, far from the arena, an invisible gate opened, and a girl named Tiera, about seventeen or eighteen years old, stepped out—

“Hehehe…” Tiera said with a laugh, “After learning how to travel through time, I still want to attend my own funeral first.”

Before Tiera could finish speaking, another invisible door suddenly opened in front of him, and another Tiera walked out from it—

"Who are you?" Tyella, who was the first to emerge, asked in surprise.

“Oh, I’m you from five or six years ago,” Tiera said with a smile as she came out later. “I’m here for my own funeral too—”

However, before this Tiera could finish speaking, another invisible door opened in mid-air, and yet another Tiera emerged—

"And who are you?" the first two Tyella asked in unison.

“Oh, I am you from ten years in the future, from fifteen years in the future,” this Tyella said. “I have come to attend my own funeral.”

“Alright then, young and carefree,” said Tiera, the last to step forward. “Who will play the corpse, who will play Gilderoy Lockhart, and who will stay behind to cover up the vision?”

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[Note 1] In the Pietà, the dead Christ has a wound on his side, and his face shows no pain. He lies between the knees of the Virgin Mary, his right hand hanging down, his head tilted back, and his body as slender as a gymnast, with his waist bent, showing the weakness and powerlessness of death. The Virgin Mary is young and beautiful, with a gentle and elegant appearance. She wears a wide cloak and robe, her right hand supporting the body of Christ, and her left hand slightly outstretched, showing helpless pain. Her head is looking down at her son's body, sinking into deep sorrow. The fine folds of her clothes cover her broad shoulders, but the veil highlights her beautiful face.

This corresponds to the Holy Son - Tyella, the Holy Father - Grindelwald, and the Holy Mother - Dumbledore.
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