Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 446 Tarot Secret Meeting
Hermione's passionate speech convinced everyone of the necessity of learning Defense Against the Dark Arts.

After acknowledging Harry's abilities and agreeing to the training, Hermione produced a parchment enchanted with an anti-snitch spell.

“I want everyone to write down their names so we know who’s here today! I also think—” Hermione took a deep breath and said, “we should all agree not to tell anyone what we’re going to do. So once you sign, you agree not to tell Umbridge or anyone else about what we’re doing, or you’ll be punished.”

Fred reached out and took the parchment, happily signing his name on it. But Harry immediately noticed that several people seemed less than pleased to hear that their names would be on the list.

“Hmm…” Zacharias said slowly, not taking the parchment George offered. “Hmm… I think Ernie will definitely tell me when the party is.”

But Ernie seemed hesitant about signing. Hermione raised an eyebrow at him.

“Um… I, we’re the prefects,” Ernie blurted out, “If the list gets found by someone else… um… I mean… you said it yourself, if Umbridge finds it—”

“You just said that joining this group is the most important thing you’re going to do this year,” Harry reminded him.

“I…I…yes,” Ernie said somewhat embarrassedly, “Yes, I believe that, but—”

“Ernie, do you really think I’d just throw this list around?” Hermione said irritably, as if someone had called her an idiot.

“No, no, of course not,” Ernie said, sounding less worried. “I… okay, I’ll sign it, of course I’ll sign it.”

After Ernie, no one objected. After everyone had signed their names, Hermione carefully put the parchment back into her bag.

There's a strange feeling in the group right now. It's as if everyone just signed a contract.

……

Meanwhile, in another part of Hogsmeade Village, on the second floor of the Three Broomsticks pub—

Mrs. Rosmerta, the proprietress of the Three Broomsticks pub, led Draco Malfoy and Hathaway Romanoff into a large drawing room—

The drawing room was nearly half the size of the Gryffindor common room, and a roaring fire burned in the fireplace, warming the entire room.

A soft rug was laid out in front of the fireplace, and on the rug stood a solid wood coffee table laden with delicious snacks and warm butterbeer.

Rows and rows of sofas were arranged around the coffee table.

Seeing the arrangement, Hathaway Romanoff nodded in satisfaction, then winked at Draco Malfoy.

Draco Malfoy nodded immediately and then politely ushered Mrs. Rosmerta out.

“Well done, Malfoy,” Hathaway Romanoff praised after Mrs. Rosmerta left.

“It is my duty to serve a lady.” Draco Malfoy bowed dramatically, then extended his hand, intending to take Hathaway Romanoff’s hand and kiss it.

But it was mercilessly slapped away by Hathaway Romanoff.

"How many people will be coming to this party?" Hathaway Romanov asked indifferently.

“A conservative estimate… at least ninety people,” Malfoy replied. “Besides the Slytherin students currently enrolled, I also persuaded quite a few alumni who have already graduated.”

“Yes.” Hathaway Romanov nodded.

After a while—

"This little space isn't big enough to hold ninety people!" Tyella's voice suddenly echoed in Hathaway Romanov's mind. "Use magic to make this place bigger."

“But…” Hathaway thought to herself, “But I haven’t learned the Unseen Extension Charm.”

Tierra: ...

"Then just wave your wand casually, I'll take care of it." Tyella's voice echoed in Hathaway's mind again.

“Oh, okay.” Hathaway raised the scepter of the decaying queen high and waved it symbolically—

The next moment, an amazing sight appeared—Malfoy felt that he and Hathaway had both shrunk—

No, that's not right. It didn't get smaller; the whole room got bigger!

The surrounding tables, chairs, fireplace, tapestries, and even the decorations on the fireplace are all getting bigger.

The changes only gradually stopped when the legs of the coffee table became taller than a person.

“Hai, Hathaway…” Draco Malfoy stared at Hathaway Romanoff in shock.

“This place is too small,” Hathaway Romanov said curtly.

"Oh, oh... okay, alright..." Malfoy stammered, looking around with curiosity.

Although he came from the ancient Malfoy family, he had never seen such a scene before.

However, soon, Malfoy was no longer the only naive person in the room—

A few minutes later, Malfoy's two fat henchmen, Crabbe and Goyle, also came in through the door.

As soon as they entered, their expressions were just like Malfoy's: shocked, shocked, and shocked.

After Crabbe and Goyle, dozens more people walked in, including current Slytherin students and those who had already graduated.

Ninety-seven people eventually arrived, and without exception, they were all wizards from pure-blood families.

This was also thanks to the Malfoy family's wealth, which enabled them to gather so many pure-blood wizards in a short period of time.

Long before Hermione and Harry began planning to establish Dumbledore's Army, Tyrell instructed Hathaway Romanoff to use her influence (and charm) to win over as many pure-blood wizards as possible who had graduated from Slytherin.

After all, these wizards are a valuable human resource in the magical world, no matter what.

If all these wizards are truly abandoned, unless Tyella manages the remaining wizards strictly according to animal breeding methods, inbreeding will likely begin within a few generations.

"I will one day soar through the stars," Tiera earnestly advised. "The responsibility of continuing to carry out the Great Leader's plan, inheriting the Great Leader's will, and carrying on the Great Leader's mission will ultimately fall on your shoulders."

"You need to build your own team."

Tiera offered this advice, but perhaps due to Venda Rosie's lack of skill, Hathaway Romanoff, this artificial life form, possessed high combat intelligence but very low emotional intelligence—

Commonly known as having a brain bubble.

There are many things that I must mention about Yela's hands-on teaching.

After seeing that almost everyone had arrived, Tierra said:

"First, cough lightly to get everyone's attention."

"Ahem." Hathaway Romanov cleared her throat. Although her voice was not loud, it did quiet the previously noisy crowd, and everyone's attention was focused on Hathaway Romanov.

“Welcome everyone,” Tierra said. “Read as I say.”

"Welcome everyone," Hathaway Romanoff said coldly.

Having a bubble in your brain has its advantages.

Hathaway Romanov was already stunningly beautiful, and she always liked to put on a cold and aloof expression, so when giving a speech, Hathaway Romanov didn't even need to rehearse her expressions before she was pulled onto the stage.

“First, please allow me to give a brief self-introduction,” Hathaway said coldly, then reached out and pulled a tarot card from thin air, hanging it around her neck—

"Tarot Meeting, 13 - Death, Hathaway Romanoff, representing the 21st century, Mr. Gellert Grindelwald, offers you a temporary prophecy."

(End of this chapter)