Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"This is ridiculous!" yelled Professor McGonagall. "He's just a kid! It's dangerous enough to play in this event! You want to get rid of his prosthesis? What's the difference between you and sending him to death?"

"Then he should think clearly before signing up for this event!" Ludo Bagman said, "I'm very sorry, for the sake of fairness, we need to strictly follow the rules, and we can't bring any magic items, that's the rule! "

"The rules can be changed if necessary!" Professor Moody limped over and stared at Ludo Bagman fiercely.

"If I remember correctly, if there is an accident in the Triwizard Tournament—" Dumbledore said calmly, "for example, in the first or second game, the contestant loses part of his body, then the In the next competition, the participants can use alchemy prostheses to replace that part of the body and continue to participate in the competition."

"Uh... yes... there seems to be this..." Ludo Bagman said, "...It seems that there is such a rule..."

"His limb was not lost in the game!" Karkaroff said.

"The rule is that the dead are the living, and I think that rule applies to Tierra as well," Dumbledore said.

"Don't forget, Dumbledore!" Madam Maxime shouted, "There is also a rule, when a rule is obviously biased towards a certain side, the other referees in the referee panel who have excluded that side must vote more than half of the votes. This rule applies when deciding."

"That is to say, three of me, Karkaroff, Mr. Bagman and Mr. Barty Jr. must agree before Tiera can carry his prosthesis." Madame Maxime added, "I definitely disagree. "

"I don't agree either," Karkaroff said.

"In this case, then I will follow the decision of the two principals and vote against it." Ludo Bagman said with a smile, pretending to be a good person.

"I agree," said Barty Crouch dully.

"What?" Ludo Bagman was clearly taken aback. "Oh...I, I didn't expect..."

"But it doesn't matter if Mr. Crouch agrees." Karkaroff sneered and said, "There are already three votes against—"

"Wait a minute!" Tiera, who had not spoken for a while, said suddenly, "Since this matter concerns me, I have to defend myself."

"Oh?" Dumbledore said in surprise. "What do you have to say?"

"Professor Dumbledore." Tiera said obediently, "I have something to say to Mrs. Maxime and Mr. Karkaroff if I can clear this room."

"You want to persuade us to allow you to bring your prosthesis?" Madame Maxime said disdainfully.

"Hmph." Karkaroff agreed with a snort, "Don't bother, we can't change our decision. If you have anything to say, just say it here."

"Since you asked for that." Tiera bowed slightly slyly, and then faced Madame Maxime—

"If I'm not mistaken, Madame Maxime should be a half-giant." Tiera smiled and said in French—

Tiera learned a bit of French from Nick Lemay's library in Nick Lemay's alchemy hut.

"What nonsense are you talking about! You nasty little brat!" Madame Maxime's face changed instantly, and she cursed back in French, "How dare you slander me!"

"Is it better than anyone else to slander you and me?" Tiera smiled evilly, "With your unusually huge height, it's not easy to climb to this position, right?"

"What do you mean?" Madame Maxime finally showed a little shake.

After Tiera finished speaking, Dumbledore, Nick Lemay, Mrs. Rosie, Professor McGonagall, Fleur Delacour, and Barty Crouch all looked at Tiera involuntarily—

They all seemed to have guessed what Tiera was going to say next.

And Karkaroff, who didn't understand French, Snape and Ludo Bagman looked at the crowd blankly, hoping someone could explain it to them.

"As you must know, my adoptive father is Mr. Gilderoy Lockhart, the number one writer in the magical world of England." Tiera said, "You said...if there is a little mention in my father's book... The headmistress of Beauxbatons... Madame Maxime is a half-giant...what would be the repercussions?"

"How dare you!" Madame Maxime roared sternly.

"Or..." Tiera smiled innocently and said, "All of our warriors have to be interviewed by the Daily Prophet. Anyway, I may not even survive the first project without prosthetics, so I can Say something."

Madame Maxime pursed her lips and stared at Tiera with a sinking face.

"Don't be too sharp, Madame Maxime." Tiera said with a smile, "I don't want to win the game, I just want to save my life. You don't have to be very kind to me, or you are so unconfident. , think Miss Fleur Delacour is a vase? Make you have to target a fourteen-year-old little wizard?"

Madame Maxime stared at Tiera viciously for a while and then——

"Okay," Madame Maxime said in English, "I am also competing with Tiera with a prosthetic leg."

"It would be a wise decision." Tiera smiled politely.

"But I have a condition." Madame Maxime added, "Your prosthesis must be inspected and cursed by every referee in our referee team before you can bring it on the field, ensuring that your prosthesis has only the most basic physical functions, and Contains no other magic."

"No problem, Madame Maxime, that's what it should be," Tiera said. "It's up to you to check—"

Any spell you can use that I can't break counts as my loser.

"Maxim agrees with one vote, Crouch with one vote." Karkaroff said with a grinning smile, "This is only half, you must have more than half, which one are you going to persuade, Bagman and I?"

"I'm not so easily threatened." Although Karkaroff could not understand French, he could guess a little from Madame Maxime's expressions and movements.

"Oh..." Tiera raised her eyebrows and smiled—

Suddenly, Karkaroff only felt a burst of pain in his left arm, as if a red-hot branding iron was imprinted on his hand——

Karkaroff hasn't felt that way since Voldemort's death.

Karkaroff only felt that his left arm lost control, slowly raised it, and pinched his neck.

It was cold around, and there seemed to be gusts of overcast wind blowing—

Karkaroff looked at Tiera with difficulty~www.wuxiamtl.com~ In Karkaroff's field of vision, behind Tiera, a tall human-shaped phantom gradually appeared——

The figure had a face as pale and sinister as a snake, and his eyes were blood red, as if they were always filled with blood.

His hand was like a large pale spider, slender and slender on Tiera's shoulder.

He was wearing a black mist-like robe.

The figure smiled hideously at Karkaroff, making a hissing, hoarse voice——

"Karkaroff..." the figure said.

"I agree! I agree!" Karkaroff almost shouted, "I agree that Tiera will compete with a prosthesis!"

Everyone around looked at Karkaroff in amazement—

Karkaroff also reacted like waking up from a big dream, and looked around——

There was no shadow of Voldemort around.