Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 274 Push

"I haven't seen a bold little wizard like you for a long, long, long time." Cornelius Fudge said seriously, "In front of me, the Director of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement and the Minister of Oro Command, outside the school.

Use magic?"

"Little Mr. Lockhart, you have to know." Barty Crouch said seriously, "You have to know that I can break your wand right now."

"I'm sorry, I was wrong." Tiera bowed and apologized.

But at the same time, he was holding a suitcase tightly on his chest with both hands——

There are gold coins that Tiera just collected.

Tiera just roughly counted it, and it was about seven or eight thousand gold galleons.

Tiera is not that short of money right now.

He just can't see any waste.

At the same time, a monocle appeared behind the crowd who had been robbed of gold coins, and there was another cold suction——

The angry crowd calmed down instantly.

Dementors feed on happiness though.

But that doesn't mean they can only absorb happiness.

Just like a human's mouth can eat both food and shit, a dementor's mouth can absorb the power of all emotions, but emotions other than happiness are just shit to a dementor.

Tiera is just pressing the "Dementor Eye" to eat shit.

Although Tiera uses magic outside of school, it is obvious that the "loving" Cornelius Fudge will not really let Barty Crouch break Tiera's wand——

Let’s first take a look at the buffs stacked on Tiera:

The best friend of the savior Harry Potter, the adopted son of the famous writer and adventurer Gilderoy Lockhart, the favorite student of the greatest White Devil in history, a Muggle wizard, a disabled person, and the pioneer who fought against Voldemort.

Tiera felt that if he could add a mixed race, a Heqijinmumu, an abandoned royal concubine, and a gay and transgender buff, he could run for president in the United States.

So in the end, Cornelius Fudge just scolded Tiera loudly and heavily, without even confiscating Tiera's pile of gold coins.

On the field, as the opening performance ended, the leprechauns and Veela slowly fell to both sides of the field, sat down cross-legged, and prepared to watch the game.

"Now, ladies and gentlemen, a warm welcome! The Bulgarian National Quidditch Team! Let me introduce to you - Dimitrov!"

A figure in red clothes riding on a broomstick flew into the stadium from an entrance below. He flew so fast that he only left an afterimage in the air. This won him the support of the Bulgarian team.

enthusiastic applause.

"Ivanova!"

A second figure in bright red robes flew out.

"Zograv! Levsky! Volkanov! Volkov! Next - Krum!"

"It's him, it's him!" Ron shouted, following Krum with his panoramic telescope, and Harry quickly pointed his own telescope at him.

Viktor Krum is dark and strong, with healthy bronze skin, a big aquiline nose, and two thick black eyebrows. He looks like a huge eagle——

It's hard to believe that he is only eighteen.

"Now, please welcome! The Irish National Quidditch Team!" Bagman shouted loudly, "On the field are--Connolly! Ryan! Troy! Mallett! Moran! Quigley! Also, there are

——Lin Qi!”

Seven blurry green figures flew towards the arena. Harry turned a small button on the side of the panoramic telescope, slowing down the players' movements, and saw clearly that "Firebolt" was printed on their broomsticks, and he also saw

Their names are etched with silver thread on their backs.

"And our referee today is Hassan Mustafa, the well-supported president of the International Quidditch Federation who flew all the way from Egypt!"

A short, lean wizard wearing a pure golden robe that matched the color of the stadium strode toward the arena.

He was completely bald on top of his head, but he had a big beard and a silver whistle sticking out from under his beard.

He held a large wooden box under one arm and his broomstick under the other.

Mustafa stepped on his broomstick and kicked the wooden box away - four balls suddenly jumped into the air:

The bright red Quaffle, the two black Bludgers, and the tiny golden snitch with wings.

As Mustafa blew his whistle, the Quidditch World Cup finals finally started——

The crowd burst into loud cheers again.

But those cheers soon became sparse.

Tiera was extremely happy. He had not felt this way for a long time. It was like the first time he had a buffet. The happiness, anger and every bit of other emotions here were at his disposal.

Harry was equally happy. He had never seen such a wonderful Quidditch match.

He pressed the panoramic telescope tightly onto his glasses, causing them to sink into the bridge of his nose. He even forgot about his previous promise to share the telescope with Tiera.

The speed of the Quidditch players is simply unbelievable——

The Chaser kept passing the Quaffle to the other players so fast that Bagman only had time to say their names.

Harry turned the slow speed knob on the right side of the panoramic telescope again, and pressed the game analysis button on the top. He immediately saw slow motion, with some purple text flashing on the lens, and at the same time, the noise of the audience shook the scene.

Hitting his diaphragm.

"Eagle Head Attack Formation." Harry read this on the game analysis key at the top, and at the same time saw three Irish chasers flying close together, Troy in the middle, and Mallett and Moran slightly ahead.

The three men approached the Bulgarian team members together.

Now, the words "Boskov Tactics" flashed on the camera again, and Troy pretended to rush up with the Quaffle, distracting the Bulgarian chaser Ivanova, and then threw the ball to Moran.

Volkov, one of the Bulgarian batters, hit the flying Bludger hard with the short stick in his hand and hit it toward Moran; Moran ducked down, avoided the Bludger, and threw it

Quaffle, Lefsky, who was hovering below, caught the ball——

"Troy scores a goal!" Bagman shouted with a loud voice, and the whole audience burst into cheers, making the stadium tremble. "Ten to zero, the Irish team leads!"

"What?" Harry searched anxiously through the panoramic telescope and shouted loudly, "But the Quaffle was taken away by Lefsky!"

"Harry, if you don't watch at normal speed, you will miss the wonderful scene." Hermione shouted loudly. Even Hermione was infected by the happy atmosphere around her. When Troy scored a goal and circled the field, she jumped excitedly.

Jumping up and down, waving his arms constantly.

Like a giant monkey with a brown broom head.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk." Tiera looked at Hermione and sighed. Although Hermione has begun to grow now, there is still a certain gap between her and the beautiful Emma Watson in her previous life.

Especially now that Hermione doesn't like to clean up things very much, which makes the gap between Hermione Granger and "Emma Watson" even wider.

So Tiera couldn't understand why some adults, after traveling through time, behaved like male dogs in heat and insisted on having sex with the newborn Hermione.

Isn’t it nice to make money in peace of mind? Isn’t it nice to PUA Voldemort? Isn’t it nice to do things quietly and then take advantage of him in a high profile?

Tiera has prepared a whole set of plans for the Triwizard Tournament——

For example, how to further gain Harry's trust when he is boycotted by the whole school, thereby establishing his position as the leader of Dumbledore's Army in the future.

Another example is to further expand one's influence by predicting the events and outcomes of the Triwizard Tournament.

Or, how to use "Cedric's death" as "Gilderoy Lockhart" to make a fuss and further blackmail and benefit from the Ministry of Magic——

Tiera is already gearing up, eager to become the mastermind behind the scenes.

…

At the same time, in the principal's office at Hogwarts, Dumbledore opened the reply letter from Barty Crouch and read it carefully.

"Alas..." Dumbledore sighed and said to Fox, "Barty Crouch does not agree to lower the competition period."

"Ah————" Phoenix Fox shouted to indicate that he understood.

Dumbledore opened the drawer of his desk and took out a piece of parchment in the form of a contract.

Dumbledore took out a pair of scissors, cut out the signature at the end of the contract in a square shape, folded it and carefully stored it in a small box on his desk——

"If our little genius is unwilling to break the rules... we have to give him a push, right?" Dumbledore said with a smile, "Before we decide what to do with him, we have to know what he is capable of."

"We have to know what he is..."

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