Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 541 Reencounter with Tiera
“Bill…Bill recently met with Tyrell?” Harry asked casually. “Why hasn’t he ever mentioned it to me?”

"Are you serious?" George and Fred looked at them as if they were joking. "How many people working at the Magic Federation haven't seen Tyella?"

“Although Cornelius Fudge is the nominal Secretary General of the Magic Federation, the entire upper echelon of the Magic Federation is actually headed by Tiera,” George said.

“Oh…yes…that’s true…” Harry said helplessly.

“Alright, let’s go, Harry.” Fred put his arm around Harry’s shoulder and said, “Let’s go out and have some fun. Let Tyella be busy with his business, we’ll play with you!”

George lifted the curtain and went out to greet the customers, while Fred and Harry slowly walked back into the store and found Ginny still engrossed in the Daydream Spell.

“Hey, sis, stop staring at that daydream spell, I’ll take you to see something better,” George said. “Come with me.”

George pulled Ginny to the window, where a row of crimson merchandise was surrounded by a group of giggling girls. Ginny hesitated for a moment, looking at George warily.

“This is it,” Fred said smugly. “This is the best love potion; it will never burn your partner’s brain.”

Ginny raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Did it work?"

“Of course it works. This drug can last up to 24 hours, but it depends on the target boy’s weight…” Fred said.

“Of course, there’s also the allure of girls,” George added. “Of course, you don’t need that at all.”

"What do you mean?" Ginny asked, raising an eyebrow.

“You’ve had five boyfriends already, haven’t you?” Fred said.

“Whatever you heard from Ron, he’s lying,” Ginny said calmly, then bent down and took a small pink bottle from the second shelf. “What’s this?”

"Ten-second acne-clearing," Fred said. "It works on all moles and blackheads, but it doesn't cure the root cause. So, are you dating a boy named Dean... Dean Thomas?"

“Yes,” Ginny said. “As far as I know, he has one boyfriend, not five. So what are these?”

Ginny awkwardly changed the subject.

She pointed to some round balls with feathers that faded from pink to purplish-red and asked, as they spun around at the bottom of a cage, making high-pitched squeaking noises.

“Fluffy dwarfs,” George said. “Miniature fluffy ones. We don’t have time to feed them. What about McCormack?”

“I dumped him. He was a terrible suitor, all he did was give me that greasy smile. Now I get chills whenever I see him smile,” Ginny said, sticking a finger into the cage, the fluffy dwarfs swarming around it. “They’re so cute!”

“They’re fun,” Fred admitted. “But you were tossing the boys around way too fast, weren’t you?”

Ginny finally stopped changing the subject and turned around, glaring at them with her hands on her hips, just like Mrs. Weasley. Both George and Fred were startled by their sister's action.

"None of your business! I should thank you for this." Ginny turned angrily to Ron, who had just appeared next to George carrying a pile of merchandise. "Stop making up stories about me to those two!"

“Three Galleons, nine Sickles, and one Nat,” Fred checked the box in Ron’s hand, then said cheerfully, “Pay up!”

"How much will it cost me?" Ron asked.

“Three Gallon, nine Sheko, one Nat,” the lively twins exclaimed cheerfully.

“Hey, I’m your brother!” Ron protested. “Five Galleons!” George and Fred said in unison.

"Go to hell!" Ron angrily threw down the boxes, cursing as he made a rude gesture toward George and Fred. Unfortunately, Mrs. Weasley happened to be there and caught him in the act.

"If I ever see you do that again, I'll make sure your fingers grow into one piece," Mrs. Weasley said sternly.

"Mommy, can I buy some fluffy dwarfs?" Ginny exclaimed quickly. "They're so cute!"

"What is it?" Mrs. Weasley asked warily, fearing that her troublesome twins had come up with something scary again.

“Look how cute they are…” Ginny pulled her mother to the window display of the fluffy little gnomes and pointed to the pile of cute furry creatures.

As Mrs. Weasley went to look at the fluffy dwarf, Harry immediately spotted a thin figure hurrying along the street through the window she had been blocking.

Tierra!

Harry recognized her immediately—it was Tyella!

But in the blink of an eye, he disappeared from Harry's sight.

For some reason, Harry suddenly felt an impulse rise within him, pushed through the crowd, ran to the store entrance, and then chased after Tierra in the direction she had disappeared.

Fortunately, Tyrell seemed to be walking at a normal pace, and Harry didn't chase her for long before he saw a blurry figure from behind—

"Tierra!" Harry shouted.

The figure in front stopped listening, then turned around and looked at Harry indifferently.

“Oh, Harry,” Tyella said with a smile, “long time no see.”

"Oh, ah... yes, yes, it's been a long time." But when Harry caught up with Tyella, he realized he had no idea what to say, so he could only offer a dry greeting.

"Um... Tierra, is it you?" Harry then noticed that Tierra was wearing a suit today, the fitted black suit outlining his slender figure.

She wore a pair of black, square-toed leather shoes, carried a small briefcase in her right hand, and her hair, which appeared to be styled with hair wax, was neatly combed back, revealing a smooth, fair forehead.

All of this is different from the Tyrell in Harry's memory.

Harry had never seen Tyella dressed so neatly.

Harry's memory of Tyella was that she never dressed up. She almost always wore the same school uniform, and she never bothered to style her hair. At most, she would simply comb it a few times with her hands and then let it fall freely, sometimes giving people a fluffy, bird's nest-like feeling.

But this Tierra, the Tierra standing in front of him, felt strange and distant to Harry, as if she exuded an otherworldly aura.

“It’s me,” Tiera said with a smile. “You don’t recognize me just because you changed your clothes?”

“I mean, are you the Tierra I went to school with, not the imposter Tierra?” Harry asked firmly.

“Oh, Harry…” Tiera smiled and shook her head, “All Tiera are Tiera, just different facets of me in the three-dimensional world.”

(End of this chapter)