Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 472 Gao Misheng

The night the interview in The Quibbler came out, Harry became a hero in the Gryffindor common room. Fred and George boldly enlarged the cover of The Quibbler and hung it on the wall. Harry's big portrait looked down on the whole room, sometimes shouting slogans like "The Ministry of Magic is a bunch of idiots" and "Umbridge should go eat shit."

Hermione didn't find it very interesting, saying it interfered with her concentration, and eventually got so annoyed that she went to bed early.

An hour or two later, Harry had to admit that the big head wasn't so funny anymore, especially when the talking spell started to wear off and it was just spouting incoherent words like "shit" and "Umbridge" with increasingly shorter intervals and higher pitches.

It started giving him a headache, and the scars began to throb like needles. So he announced that he also needed to go to bed early, eliciting disappointed complaints from the people sitting around him who had repeatedly made him relive the interview process.

There was no one in the dormitory. He pressed his forehead against the cool windowpane next to the bed, and the scars felt a little better.

Then he took off his clothes and lay down on the bed, hoping the headache would go away. He also felt a little nauseous.

He lay on his side, closed his eyes, and fell asleep almost immediately.

……

“Alright, that’s almost done.” Tiera smiled and closed the notebook, then waved his hand, and the notebook instantly split into six parts, each flying to the other members of the Golden Book Conference. “Thanks to everyone’s help, the design for the ascension ritual, which originally would have taken at least six months to complete, has been finished in less than two months. This is a summary of everyone’s calculations, with a linking section. Everyone should take it back and review it, and discuss any problems you may have. If there are no problems, Mr. Lemaître, Ms. Wu, and Mr. Slytherin can begin making the items related to the ascension ritual. Ms. Maka-Fal-Monkasha and Chief Thunderbird should also begin preparing the potion.”

"And what about you?" Chief Thunderbird had no objection to the arrangement, but asked out of curiosity.

“I have some things to finish up at Hogwarts, and after that I need to go to the Dreamlands,” Tierra said. “If any of you want to go, you can come along. It shouldn’t take more than half a month.”

"What else could you possibly need to clean up at Hogwarts?" Dumbledore asked strangely. "Now that I'm back, what else do you need to clean up?"

“Voldemort is preparing to forge a new Horcrux,” Tierra said calmly. “He still can’t get over the Gryffindor sword; I have to give it to him.”

“He sent Draco Malfoy to steal the sword.” Tierra shook her head with a wry smile. “But Draco is just too unreliable. As his former classmate, I couldn’t bear to see him fail and be blamed or punished by Voldemort, so I decided to act out of humanitarianism and help him complete the mission.”

"Sigh..." Dumbledore rubbed his eyebrows helplessly, "You're always using these little tricks."

"So when do you plan to let Voldemort steal the sword of Gryffindor?" Dumbledore asked again.

“There’s no rush,” Tyella replied. “Voldemort thinks he’s ready, but he’s not.”

“Voldemort’s soul has been split too many times and is now in a state of disarray. Although he took the potion I gave him, his foundation is truly weakened. He thinks that after drinking the potion for more than a month, he can split off another Horcrux, but that’s not actually the case,” Tierra explained. “When he is able to split his soul, I will naturally give him the Gryffindor sword.”

"It sounds like you care about Voldemort a lot." Wu Peirong sensed something unusual in his tone and frowned as she asked, "It's like you wish Voldemort had more Horcruxes."

"I just wish Voldemort had a few more Horcruxes." Tierra smiled faintly.

"What are your plans now?" Chief Thunderbird asked.

Tiera smiled without saying a word.

"Let's talk about it after we've elevated Hathaway Romanov to godhood."

"I have plenty of plans."

Time has passed February, March, and gradually brought April.

As the weather warmed up day by day, the OWLs exams drew ever closer. During this time, both the teachers and Hermione constantly reminded them that the OWLs exams were getting closer. Fifth-year students were all under some pressure. Hannah Abbott suddenly burst into tears during Herbology class, sobbing that she was too stupid to take the exam and wanted to leave school right then and there. As a result, she was the first to receive a tranquilizer from Madam Pomfrey.

If it weren't for Dumbledore's Army training sessions, Harry would have been incredibly annoyed.

He sometimes felt that he lived only to spend hours practicing in the Room of Requirement, a grueling but enjoyable experience. Looking around at the members of Dumbledore's Army and seeing their progress filled him with pride.

Harry sometimes wondered what Umbridge's reaction would be if all the DA members achieved "Excellent" in their Defense Against the Dark Arts exams in the OWLs.

They finally began practicing the Patronus Charm, and everyone practiced with great enthusiasm. However, Harry repeatedly reminded everyone that they were summoning the Patronus in a brightly lit classroom without any threat, whereas it would be a different story when facing something like a Dementor.

“Oh dear, don’t spoil the mood,” Qiu Zhang said cheerfully during the last class before Easter.

She watched as her silver swan-shaped guardian spirit flew around the House of Requirement. "It's so beautiful!"

“It doesn’t need to be pretty; it just needs to protect you,” Harry said patiently. “Actually, we need Boggarts or something. That’s how I learned—I have to summon my Patronus when a Boggart is disguised as a Dementor—”

“That’s terrifying!” Lavender said, puffs of silver gas shooting from the tip of her wand. “I still… I still… I still can’t do it!”

She added angrily.

Neville wasn't comfortable using it either.

He was intently focused, his brow furrowed, but only a few wisps of thin silver smoke rose from the tip of his wand.

“You have to think about happy things,” Harry reminded him.

"I'm thinking about it," Neville said, racking his brains, his sweaty face glistening.

“Harry, I think I did it!” Seamus shouted. “Look—oh—it’s gone! But it must have been something furry, Harry!”

Hermione's Patronus is a shiny silver otter that hops and leaps around her.

“It’s really pretty, isn’t it?” Hermione said, looking at it with delight.

The door to the Room of Requirement opened and then closed again. Harry turned his head to see who had come in, but there seemed to be no one at the door.

After a while, he noticed that the people near the door had fallen silent.

"Run!" Harry heard a sound coming from inside the pocket of his wizard's robe.

"Run!" Harry heard it again, not just once, but many times, coming from the pockets of different members of Dumbledore's army.

Hermione reacted the fastest, pulling out the tarot deck that Tyrell had given her, which she always kept in her pocket.

"Run!" the Tarot card says for the third time, "Someone has informed on Umbridge!"

(End of this chapter)