Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Harry Potter and the Old Ones (!

The moment Tiera put on the crown, his figure underwent some inexplicable change.

Tiera grew taller, paler, and thinner.

Black mist rose from Voldemort's body, forming a wide, dark cloak that draped loosely around him.

As he said-

"From then on death has an image."

"Tie, mention, mention, mention, Tiera!?" Cornelius Fudge's good memory allowed him to clearly remember such a "nobody" as Tiera.

But it was because he remembered that he was shocked by Tiera's resurrection.

Cornelius Fudge was at the scene of Tiera's death.

He even witnessed Tiera's death with his own eyes, and he still remembered that day, he still remembered the scene a year ago when the thin boy fell pale and weak in Dumbledore's arms.

The boy's death was so real that Cornelius Fudge couldn't help rubbing his eyes, as if to confirm that what was in front of him was not a hallucination.

There was a muffled sound of "Boom", and Tiera stepped on it, and the **** Voldemort fell to the ground in the hall of the Ministry of Magic as if he had lost his traction.

Voldemort was alive from the heaving chest and painful moans—

But his vital signs were already weak.

"Ms. Maca Farr-Monkasha." Tiera said softly, he was still floating in the air, illusory, cold, and erratic, like a ghost, but more solid than a ghost.

"Please don't let him die." Tiera fell slowly, a pair of pale, slender feet that seemed to have no flesh on the ground.

Frost spread along where Tiera had settled, and every footprint had traces of ice.

"He still needs to live to accept the justice of the people." Tiera said with a smile, the icy cold air spit out from Tiera's nose and mouth, freezing like winter, and the air he inhaled was like silk threads.

The air in the room was as thin and cold as the top of a mountain, and the Ministry officials, including Cornelius Fudge, shuddered.

"Very glad we met again, Minister Fudge." Tiera walked over with a smile and held out her hand, as if to shake hands with Cornelius Fudge—

But Cornelius Fudge took a few steps back in fear.

He hurriedly hid back into the crowd.

"It seems that Minister Fudge is really a noble person." Tiera said with a smile.

"Aba Aba Aba Aba Aba Aba?" Cornelius Fudge looked at Tiera in confusion, his mind was muddled.

"Hehe..." Tiera snapped her fingers—

"Snapped--"

Everything fell silent, the sound disappeared, and it seemed that not even the air was flowing.

No one moved except Cornelius Fudge, Tierra, Dumbledore, and the rest of the Golden Book Conference, and Cornelius Fudge watched everything around him fall into some kind of strange and eerie calm. middle.

Cornelius Fudge looked up at Tiera in a panic—

At this time, he found that Tiera's right eye had turned into the color of smelted gold, as dazzling as the noon sun.

- Time has stopped.

In Cornelius Fudge's eyes, everything around was stained with stale yellow, like a faded old photo, except for the bright and agile light sprayed from Tiera's right eye.

"I paused the time." Tiera waved her hand seemingly inadvertently—

Cornelius Fudge was lifted up by some inexplicable force.

"bang bang bang bang-"

There was a loud crash in the distance.

Just as Cornelius Fudge tightened his nerves and prepared himself to meet something even weirder—

A desk and several chairs flew downstairs and landed in front of Cornelius Fudge.

Cornelius Fudge was pressed into the seat by an inexplicable force.

It was then that Cornelius Fudge realized that this seemed to be his desk and office chair.

"You, you, you, you, what do you want to do?" Cornelius Fudge was so frightened that his tongue quivered.

"Haha..." Tiera smiled faintly, as if looking at a childish child or an old fool.

"Since this time last year, you and your Ministry have been claiming that the man who can't even be named is back." Tiera tilted her head and pouted, pointing to Voldemort lying behind her." But now he's here, just lying here, lying alive."

"Have you ever wondered what the public in the magical world will think of you?" Tiera asked with a smile, "Or how do you think your favorite "Daily Prophet" will guide public opinion in the magical world?"

"But we've defeated Voldemort!" Connelly Fudge, a politician's instinct, overcame his fear and grasped the crux of the problem in an instant. "As long as we kill him, the public opinion and the masses in the wizarding world will still be—"

"Please allow me to remind you." Tiera interrupted ruthlessly, "I defeated Voldemort, not us. Whether the credit for defeating Voldemort should be shared with you depends on your attitude."

"What do you mean?" Cornelius Fudge was alarmed.

"I mean your power, Minister Fudge." Tiera said with a smile, "If you are willing to surrender your power, if you are willing to be a puppet minister for a short time and accept our advice and guidance, then There will be us—"

"Headmaster Dumbledore will come forward and interpret all your previous stupid policies as our plans and as smoke bombs to paralyze the enemy."

"You will be the greatest minister in the history of British magic. You will be the only minister who has captured Voldemort, the terrifying second-generation Dark Lord, during your tenure. Your exploits will be remembered by all."

"But you're rebelling!" Cornelius Fudge said sternly and sternly, but through his eyes, Tiera saw a hint of emotion, and even Cornelius Fudge was thinking about bargaining.

"That's good." Tiera shook her hand and said, "The negotiation breaks down, you will be kicked out of the stage with your integrity and your inner little Jiujiu!"

"Don't you really think you still have the right to bargain with us?" Tiera's smile gradually became distorted, full of hideous and malicious, "Don't you really think you have any bargaining chips? "

"We chose you because choosing you as a puppet consumes the least time cost, not because you are the only one." Tiera stared at Cornelius Fudge and said, "With the prestige of Principal Dumbledore, create public opinion. , ousting you, and then promoting a completely heartfelt Ministry of Magic official as Minister of Magic is not difficult, it's just... a bit time-consuming."

After that, there was a long silence, and finally—

"Okay..." Cornelius Fudge squeezed the word out of his teeth with difficulty, "I promise..."

"That's the choice a mature politician should make."

Tiere stretched his hand and swiped in front of Cornelius Fudge.

Tiera's fingers cut through the space in front of Cornelius Fudge like sharp daggers.

A thick stack of documents.

Cornelius Fudge looked through the documents and found that it was the Hogwarts Education Reform Act that Dumbledore had thrown out at the Harry Potter hearing a year earlier.

But as Cornelius Fudge looked at it, the "Hogwarts Education Reform Act" turned into a demonic contract with countless detailed clauses~www.wuxiamtl.com~ which includes the Tarot Club. ——

The restraint of Cornelius Fudge by the organization Tiera belonged to also included the duties of the Taromi to the Minister of Magic.

This diabolical contract is far looser than Cornelius Fudge imagined.

But when Connelly Fudge turned to the signature column on the last page, a flaming quill was handed to Connelly Fudge—

"As Professor Dumbledore said a year ago," Tiera said with a smile, "you will sign the Hogwarts Education Reform Act after all."

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