Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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Harry felt himself fall to the ground, his face buried in the grass, his nose full of the smell of grass.

He had his eyes closed when the portkey took him to fly, and he still does not move with his eyes closed now.

All the strength seemed to be gone.

He was so dizzy that he felt the ground beneath him sway like the deck of a ship.

Harry felt exhausted, and in order to stabilize himself, he let go of the Triwizard trophy in his hand, but held Tiera's body tighter.

A wave of noise overwhelmed him, bewildering, there were voices everywhere, cheers, applause, and cheerful music...

But none of these Harry cares—

Everything he cared about was in his arms.

Harry just sat there dumbfounded.

Tiera's body was tightly held in his arms, and his chin was gently placed on Tiera's head, as if Tiera just fell asleep in his arms.

"Tiera, Tiera, Tiera, Tiera..." Harry stroked Tiera's smooth but tarnished hair again and again.

Tiera's hand hung down forever, unable to play Harry's forehead again.

His eyes had lost their light forever, and Tiera could no longer read any emotion from them.

His body temperature has also been silent forever, and that lively, cheerful and eccentric boy has been silent forever, together with his ambition, cruelty and mysterious past.

"Tiera, Tiera, Tiera, Tiera..." Harry put his arms around Tiera's shoulders, gently shaking Tiera's soft body, calling out again and again.

But this time, no matter how Harry called, it was impossible for Tiera to wake up again, and she couldn't give him that sly little fox-like smile again.

Harry hugged Tiera's body and swayed, sadness and disbelief flowed from Harry's voice like spring water, and flowed out of his eyes, slowly infiltrating everyone's mind.

Harry wanted to cry, Harry wanted to cry--

But he couldn't cry, Harry just sat there, dumbfounded, like a statue, as if the whole world had moved away from him.

Finally, someone discovered something was wrong-

Fleur Delacour, Fleur and Victor Krum were teleported out of the labyrinth the moment Harry and Tiera touched the trophy.

Fleur Delacour sat at the front of the auditorium, stood up, took a few steps forward in disbelief, and then covered her mouth—

"what--!"

A terrified scream pierced the sky.

"Do not--!"

Hermione, who had rushed over to congratulate Harry and Tiera, also cried out, screaming in despair, sadness and disbelief.

"Harry, Harry!" A pair of strong hands grabbed Harry and turned him upside down.

Albus Dumbledore crouched in front of him, looking at Tiera in Harry's arms in disbelief.

There were dark figures all around, all pressing towards him.

Harry didn't say anything, didn't look at anyone, even if Dumbledore turned it over, Harry still sat there blankly.

"Tiera, Tiera, Tiera, Tiera..." Harry was still shaking Tiera.

"Harry, let go! Harry, let go!" Dumbledore tried to grab Tiera from Harry's arms, but—

But Harry held on tighter.

"No! No!" Harry cried, until only then did tears fall from the corners of his eyes, Harry cried in desperation.

"What's going on, Harry? What's going on!" Dumbledore asked impatiently, pulling apart Harry's hand with all his strength and snatching Tiera's body from Harry's arms—

"No! No! Give it back! Give Tiera back to me! Give it back!" Harry cried and rushed forward.

But the Hermione, Ron, and George and Weasley twins who were driven over pressed down——

Harry's strength was so great that it took four people to hold Harry in place in front of him.

"Harry, calm down!" Dumbledore also knelt down on the ground, wearing a large cloak and robe, and put Tiera on his knees. Gymnasts are generally slender, with a curved waist, showing the frailty, powerlessness and beauty of death to everyone.

Dumbledore lowered his head, held Tiera's corpse with his right hand, and stretched his left hand back slightly, with helpless pain on his face, he looked down and fell into deep sadness——【Note 1】

"He's dead," said Dumbledore. "It's Tiera, and Tiera is dead."

"No! No! He's not! He's not dead!" Harry roared, "Tiera isn't dead! Tierra isn't dead..."

At the end, all that came out of Harry's mouth was an inaudible whimper.

"What's going on?" Dumbledore asked. "What's going on!"

"He's back!" said Harry weakly. "Voldemort he's back!"

"What's wrong? What happened?"

Cornelius Fudge's upside-down face appeared before Harry, his face pale and terrified.

"God...Tiera!" he said. "Dumbledore...he, he's dead!"

The word got out, and the dark figure that was huddling in spread it to the people around in horror... The others shouted--screams resounded through the night sky--

"he died!"

"he died!"

"Tiera! Dead!"

The girls were screaming and crying hysterically... the scene flashed eerily before Harry's eyes...

A middle-aged man with sunglasses and luxurious clothes flew down, and flew down from the back of the auditorium——

It's "Guidero Lockhart"

"Let me go! Let me go!"

Gilderoy Lockhart pushed the crowd away as he ran.

When he finally arrived on the field, he knelt down with a "thump--", lay on Tiera's body, and howled--

"Do not!"

"My son!"

"That's my son!"

"Gidro Lockhart" continued howling, "That\'smyboy!"

"That\'smyboy!"

Then he kept his head down, lying on Tiera and howling.

"We're going to put the corpse in another place..." Connelly Fudge, who was a little flustered, whispered to Dumbledore, "There are too many people here!"

"You stay here, you are not allowed to go." Dumbledore leaned down with a sullen face, and helped Harry stand up with extraordinary strength for a thin old man.

Harry staggered like a hammer in his head, and his injured leg couldn't support the weight of his body.

"Nickelmay!" Dumbledore said angrily, "you and me, move Tiera to the office."

"Harry, you are not allowed to move around here." After that, Dumbledore ordered again, "Be sure to stay in a crowded place."

...

In the arena, when everyone was in chaos, away from the edge of the forbidden forest, an invisible door opened, and a seventeen or eighteen-year-old Tiera walked out—

"Hehe..." Tiera said with a smile, "After learning to travel through time, I really want to come to my funeral first."

Before Tiera could finish speaking, another invisible door suddenly opened in front of him, and another Tiera came out from inside—

"Who are you?" Tiera, who came out first, asked in surprise.

"Oh, I've been you for five or six years." Tiera, who came out later, said with a smile, "I also came to my funeral—"

However, before this Tiera finished speaking, another invisible door opened in mid-air, and another Tiera came out——

"Who are you?" The first two Tieras asked in unison.

"Oh, I'm you in ten years, you in fifteen years~www.wuxiamtl.com~" said Tiera, "I'm also here for my own funeral. "

"That's good, I'm young." Tiera, who was the last to come out, said, "Which one of us will play the corpse, who will play Gilderoy Lockhart, and who will stay behind to cover up the vision?"

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[Note 1] "Mourning for Christ", in the statue, the dead Christ has a scar on his side, without any painful expression on his face, lying between the knees of the Virgin Mary, with his right hand drooping, his head thrown back, and his body like a Gymnasts are generally slender, with a curved waist, showing the weakness and powerlessness of death; the Virgin is young and beautiful, with a gentle image, dressed in a wide cloak and robe, holding the body of Christ with her right hand, and stretched her left hand slightly backward, expressing helplessness She looked down at her son's body and fell into deep sadness; the fine folds covered her thick shoulders, but the mask brought out her beautiful face.

Corresponds to the Son - Tierra, the Holy Father - Grindelwald, the Virgin - Dumbledore

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