Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 697 "Little Master"

There is almost no suspense in the game against Hufflepuff.

Gryffindor conceded a few goals at the beginning.

But after seeing McLean's gloating and greasy expression on the bench, until Harry caught the Golden Snitch and the referee announced the end of the game, Ron was like an iron wall blocking the goal.

Not a ball was missed.

This somewhat disappointed and annoyed McCloughan.

But McCloughan was still patient and gritted his teeth as he went up to congratulate Ron——

Just like other players do.

Almost every Gryffindor was happy, almost all—

Except Ron.

Harry saw Ron pulling Lavender Brown to an uninhabited corner with an uneasy look on his face. Harry swore that when Ron took the initiative to talk to Lavender Brown, Lavender Brown's face was filled with joy.

With that kind of expression called shyness, happiness and expectation.

But when Harry heard several extremely violent and sharp noises, the expression on Lavender Brown's face turned into shock, anger, and heartbreak as he ran out of the corner.

"It's great to be young." A voice suddenly came from Harry's ear, "Being able to feel the sting of love."

"Oh! Tiera!" Harry was startled. When he saw Tiera standing next to him who didn't know when he appeared, he gradually calmed down, "When did you appear?"

?I was shocked by you."

"Just here." Tiera smiled and said, "Congratulations, Harry, you are one step closer to this year's Academy Cup."

"Ah, thank you, thank you," Harry said with some joy and confusion.

"What's wrong?" Tiera asked curiously.

"Oh no, no, it's nothing. It just feels a bit strange. You were so busy a while ago that you didn't even have time to say a few words to me in private, and now you suddenly appear here to congratulate me on winning the Quidditch match." Harry said.

said.

"No matter how busy I am, I can still find time to congratulate you, right?" Tiera asked gently, "Besides, I'm almost done with my work recently, and Professor Horace Slughorn's magic stone is almost finished.

There is only the last bit of finishing work left, so Tiera is no longer required to participate, and he is completely sure to complete it by himself."

"So you'll have a lot of free time next?" Harry asked in surprise.

"So so." Tiera paused and said hesitantly, "But Voldemort is a little restless now. I have intelligence that he seems to be preparing to participate in this year's International Magic Association presidential election, and judging from his various behaviors

I infer that I have reason to believe that he is also preparing for the ceremony to become a god."

"A ceremony to become a god!?" Harry was even more shocked, "He, he, he, too."

"Who doesn't want to? Eternal life, nearly infinite power, this is the most perfect form of eternal life, who doesn't want to? Especially a wizard like him who is extremely afraid of death." Tiera said lightly.

"Well, then we have to stop him!" Harry said anxiously.

"I have to stop him." Tiera said with a faint smile, as if looking at an immature child, "You just need to study hard, train well, and enjoy your campus life. These things are

my business."

"I'm as old as you!" Harry said angrily, "I'm also capable of protecting myself."

"Great, then protect yourself and don't run around." Tiera raised her hand and patted Harry on the head, then disappeared with a smile, "Then I'll leave first, my little master, I'll be back tomorrow

There is my class.”