Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Around the end of May, the mandrakes planted by Sprout finally matured.

After it matured, Professor Snape personally chopped up the mandrake roots and boiled water, then added other potions to make a pot of recovery potion. He was the first to drink it for Tiera——

When Tiera gradually woke up from his real body, slowly moved his stiff limbs, and gradually returned his sight, Tiera saw Snape standing expressionlessly in front of his bed.

"Professor Snape..." Tiera shouted softly.

"Very good, it seems that you have recovered well." Snape said, "How much of the potions knowledge I taught you do you still remember in your chaotic little mind?"

"Remember everything, Professor Snape." Tiera said.

"Very good, get up quickly. Now that everything is fine, don't stay in bed." Snape said, "You have been left behind by other students for a week. If you still have the slightest bit of ambition, you should get up quickly and help.

I'll brew a recovery potion."

Tiera:......

No, sir, to be so ruthless, I am a sick person.

"What are you still doing?" Snape said coldly.

Tiera curled her lips, jumped off the bed, moved her stiff limbs, and followed Snape to the dispensary room next to the school hospital.

There is a crucible in the center of the dispensing room, and on the medicine shelf next to it are rows of mandrake root pieces cut into 500 grams each.

"Take out your wand," Snape said.

"Oh, okay, okay." Tiera took out her wand——

This was the only wand in his hand. Merlin's wand and Lucius Malfoy's wand had both been destroyed in the summoning rituals of Yog-Sothoth and Shub-Nicholas.

"Light the fire first, and then control the flame temperature to one hundred degrees." Snape ordered from the side.

Tiera did as she was told.

"After the crucible is hot enough to smoke, mix 50 grams of Guman fruit powder and 5 ml of goat's horn snake blood into 500 ml of water, then add 20 grams of Desmodium root -"

"Bang——"

The liquid in the crucible exploded the moment it entered.

Fortunately, Snape reacted quickly and turned aside to avoid the liquid. Then he waved his wand and the liquid flew directly into the waste tank.

"Stupid -" Snape wanted to call him "idiot" out of habit, but he still held it back, "It seems that our little genius is not that genius after all."

Snape sarcastically said.

Tiera blushed and pretended to be embarrassed.

The same situation occurred when Tiera brewed the recovery potion for the first time. The reason was that the blood of Gumango and Ramsnakes were both potent drugs. Before heating, they needed to be mixed with neutral Desmodium root. Correct

The approach should be:

Mix the blood of the horned snake and the guman fruit powder together at room temperature, then add the Desmodium root and stir for one minute. Determine the mixing direction according to the order of addition. If the blood of the crocus snake is added first, stir clockwise. If the guman fruit is added first,

For powder, stir counterclockwise.

Tiera's brewing this time was simply mixed for a few seconds and then immediately put into the crucible. As expected, it immediately triggered a violent conflict between the two potent medicinal materials, which in turn caused a small explosion——

This makes Tiera look like it is being cooked for the first time.

"Change your little mind and think about the properties of these three medicinal materials before brewing them!" Snape said.

"Okay, okay, Professor Snape." Tiera said. After pretending to think for a while, she tapped her wand and started brewing for the second time.

This time, Tiela carefully mixed the three herbs in mid-air for a minute, and then put them into the crucible.

Sure enough, there was no explosion this time. As soon as the suspension composed of the three medicinal materials came into contact with the crucible heated to 100 degrees, it immediately turned into a pool of rich purple-red liquid.

"Okay, then adjust the flame temperature to 135 degrees..." Snape nodded and continued to guide Tiera in brewing the recovery potion.

After that, Tiera made several unimportant mistakes, and finally managed to brew the recovery potion.

"You continue to cook here, and I'll ask Madam Pomfrey to drink the potion for them." After speaking, Snape poured the pot of potion that Tiera had just boiled into the medicine bottle, and walked out with the medicine bottle in hand.

room.

"Oh...ok..." Tiera said, and had no choice but to wash the crucible and continue to cook.

Thanks to Tiera's hard work, all twenty-six petrified little wizards in Hogwarts were freed from petrification in one day, and they rested in the school hospital for a night before going back to their dormitories.

"Tiera!" When Harry and Hermione walked into the Gryffindor lounge, Tiera heard Harry's long-lost voice, and immediately ran into a warm embrace.

"Great! You're okay!" Harry hugged Tiera and said excitedly.

"Um...yes, Harry...you, you can let me go first..." Tiera was a little out of breath from being hugged by Harry, "I'm a little out of breath."

"Oh, sorry, sorry...I, I'm so excited." Harry then let go of Tiera.

Only then did Tiera realize that Harry was much taller than her——

The previous Tiera was about the same height as Harry, and since Tiera rationed her own diet appropriately, the original Tiera was a bit taller than Harry.

But children grow up quickly.

Now Tiera has been petrified and has been lying on the hospital bed for several months. Her growth and development have been stagnant for several months. Instead, Harry has grown several centimeters. Tiera's head can only touch Harry's chin now -

This made Tiera slightly unhappy and touched the top of her head.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, he is proficient in flesh and blood magic. Not to mention growing a few centimeters, he can even make himself grow into Yao Mingtiera in one day.

That night's dinner, under Dumbledore's instruction, turned into a grand celebration banquet——

First, to celebrate the complete recovery of twenty-six little wizards.

Secondly, in order to see off this year’s Defense Against the Dark Arts professor Gilderoy Lockhart and hold a ceremony to award the Order of Merlin—

The award was presented personally by Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic.

"In order to thank Gilderoy Lockhart for defeating and killing Voldemort, maintaining the tranquility and peace of the wizarding world, and making outstanding contributions to the British wizarding community, the European wizarding community and even the world's wizarding community, the British Ministry of Magic, Sir Merlin

The regimental review committee unanimously decided to award Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, the Order of Merlin, First Class Medal!"

——Yes, a first-level medal, not the second-level medal originally proposed by Tiera.

Tiera received an official letter from the Ministry of Magic and a personal letter from Cornelius Fudge a week ago——

The content is too lengthy, so Tiera won't go into details. Let's just talk about one thing. I hope that Voldemort was killed by Gilderoy Lockhart and was killed instead of being beaten away. For this reason, Minister of Magic Kang

Nellie Fudge and the Wizengamot are willing to award "Gilderoy Lockhart" with the Order of Merlin, First Class, and invite "Gilderoy Lockhart" to be a permanent member of the Wizengamot.

And such good things?

This feeling is so good!

Tiera replied on the spot and agreed.

So what is being awarded tonight is the Order of Merlin, First Class.

In fact, Tiera also had a rough idea of ​​what the Ministry of Magic and Cornelius Fudge were thinking.

It's nothing more than a trick to deceive the superiors and conceal the truth from the inferiors.

Tiera believed that if he hadn't woken up all the teachers and students in the school while acting, Cornelius Fudge would have been able to describe Voldemort as an ordinary dark wizard.

But no matter how Cornelius Fudge and the Ministry of Magic cover up the truth, Tiera has already exceeded the power he wants to seize. Does he care about the life and death of the Ministry of Magic?

The award ceremony for "Gilderoy Lockhart" was held very successfully, thanks to his performance after Christmas and Tiera's grand fireworks show at the gate of Hogwarts.

"The moment I received the first-class medal of Sir Merlin, there was endless applause.

"I think you should have a share of credit for Lockhart's Order of Merlin, First Class." Harry whispered in Tiera's ear while everyone was applauding.

"Don't worry Harry." Tiera smiled and said, "His glory is my glory."

"What do you mean?" Harry asked.

"You'll know soon." Tiera smiled mysteriously.

Because the applause was so enthusiastic, "Gilderoy Lockhart" had to wave his hands several times to calm down the fierce applause and cheers from the audience.

After everyone's applause finally subsided, "Gilderoy Lockhart" smiled and said:

"Everyone knows that without the efforts and heroic resistance of our cute little prophet Tiera, I would not have been able to see through Voldemort's conspiracy, and of course I would not have been able to kill him."

"This Medal of the Order of Merlin, First Class." Gilderoy Lockhart waved the medal in his hand and said, "It is not only my own merit, but also Tiera's half."

"What else does he want to do?" Professor McGonagall frowned and leaned towards Dumbledore, who was sitting next to her, and asked.

Dumbledore did not answer directly, but squinted his eyes and stroked his beard and said, "Just watch."

"So after getting Tiera's consent, I made the following decision-"

"Gilderoy Lockhart" looked at Dumbledore flatteringly and said:

"I have decided to define Tiera Wu as my only legal heir. I have the obligation to discipline, raise, and nurture Tiera. I accept Tiera as my adopted son!"

As soon as Gilderoy Lockhart said these words, everyone sitting down was shocked.

Dumbledore leaned back on his seat with an expression that said, "Sure enough, you are waiting for me here."

"Congratulations, Tiera!" Ron, Hermione, Harry and other little wizards who were familiar with Tiera all smiled and congratulated Tiera -

I just don't know why, but Harry suddenly felt a slight sense of loss in his heart.