Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 198

Sure enough, Tiera stood in front of the ugly giant gargoyle—

The ugly gargoyle crooked his nose and eyes—

Then it slowly turned, revealing the spiral staircase behind it.

It wasn't until Tiera stepped up the stairs that he suddenly reacted—

Was that ugly gargoyle just making a face at himself?

Isn't that guy trying to please himself?

Is this the special treatment for the student who is the stand-in student of the overbearing headmaster Dark Lord's ex-boyfriend?

Tiera walked up the spiral staircase honestly—

He didn't dare to let the parasite drag him up here, maybe Dumbledore was watching his every move now.

At the end of the spiral staircase is a gleaming oak door with a brass knocker in the shape of a griffin.

After she finally reached the door of the principal's office, Tiera took her breath away and raised her hand to knock on the shining brass knocker—

But before Tiera could hit the brass knocker, the gleaming oak door opened on its own.

The last time Tiera visited the principal's office as "Gidero Lockhart", because she needed to act and there were too many people around, she didn't have time to observe the principal's office carefully—

Behind the door is a large, beautiful circular room full of funny little voices.

On the slender-legged table lay many strange silverware, whirling and puffing out small puffs of smoke. The walls are covered with portraits of old school principals and school principals.

There is also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs.

On a shelf behind the desk, there was the school's Sorting Hat, the Gryffindor sword in a glass box next to it, and the Pensieve in a black cabinet opposite the glass box.

Dumbledore's Phoenix, Fox, perched on a tall gilded perch behind the door.

Tiera was like a playful adolescent kid, looking left and right, wishing she could see all the fun things—

Sword, phoenix, sword, phoenix, sword, phoenix...

Tiera kept thinking in her heart—

Seriously, if Dumbledore hadn't been sitting behind the desk, he, Tierra, would have taken away the sword and licked a few phoenix feathers.

"Tiella, welcome." Dumbledore stood up with a smile and walked over from behind the desk.

"Mr. Principal." Tiera also responded with a smile.

"Come on, sit." Dumbledore pulled the chair in front of his desk away, then waved his hand. A glass of steaming milk and a few fragrant pastries appeared on his desk out of thin air—

"I'm so sorry to call you here at this time," said Dumbledore. "I think you didn't enjoy your breakfast? Come, sit, and have something to eat, these are my favorite desserts. "

"Okay, okay, thank you, Mr. Principal." Tiera obediently walked over—

Then I suddenly remembered that I seem to be a teenager now.

So he swaggered and sat on the chair with air, then stretched out his hand and grabbed a dessert and stuffed it into his mouth——

Huh? Why is there still no Veritaserum?

Dumbledore just sat on the other side of the desk, quietly watching Tiera eat—

After Tierra's Milk Foot Cake was full, Dumbledore waved his hand, and the dirty dishes and food scraps on the desk disappeared again.

"Tiera, you are so smart, do you mind guessing the purpose of my call?" Dumbledore asked kindly.

"Because I've been skipping classes and not finishing homework lately?" Tiera said.

"No," Dumbledore said.

"Because I've been playing pranks with George and Fred Weasley lately and breaking school rules?" Tiera asked again.

"No," Dumbledore replied.

"Because I was too intimate with Harry and insulted Sven?" Tiera asked again.

Dumbledore:  …

Tiera noticed that the loving smile on Dumbledore's face froze, her muscles twitched very clearly, and then said:

"no."

"Ah..." Dumbledore rubbed the corners of his brows and said with a sigh, "It's a prophecy, Tiera, I called you here for prophecy! Don't talk to me about these useless things."

"Oh... prophecy." Tiera said in a deliberately long voice, "what prophecy?"

"Voldemort's prophecy," said Dumbledore.

"Voldemort's what?" Tiera asked again.

Dumbledore:  …

Why didn't I find this stinky brat so annoying before?

Dumbledore raised his hand, rubbed his temples, then took a deep breath and said:

"I want you to understand, Mr. Lockhart. With great power comes great responsibility."

Tiera:  …

Are you always Dumbledore or Ben Parker?

Do you want me to arrange for a gangster to shoot you after you finish your lecture?

"You have this talent, Tiera," Dumbledore continued. "It's a gift of fate, and instead of resisting it, accept it, embrace it, think about it, Tiera, think about it, and after you embrace it, you What will you gain? You will gain fame, you will gain power, you will gain…”

"Gain a bed for a lifetime in Nurmengard." Tiera took Dumbledore's words and said, "And then lost everything in one night, slowly decaying in regret, pain and despair."

"So you know?" Dumbledore said in surprise.

"How could I not know?" Tiera asked rhetorically, "Draco Malfoy is almost calling me the second generation of Grindelwald these days~www.mtlnovel.com~ How could I not know Geller Grindelwald, the greatest Dark Lord."

"So you know his story very well?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, I know very well." Tiera replied with a smile, "Seriously, if I had been born decades earlier, I would have wanted to follow Grindelwald."

"Always by his side." Tiera added, "The kind that accompanies him in bed."

Tiera saw a sudden blue vein on Dumbledore's forehead.

"No, you won't." After taking a breath, Dumbledore said, "If you know him well enough, you will know that you can't like him."

"It's impossible for him to like you either," Dumbledore added.

"Seriously, Mr. Principal, I'm surprised that you would want me to embrace my talent." Tiera said, "Aren't you afraid that I will really become the next Grindelwald? Despite the hardships of this world, he was once infected and influenced by black magic."

After a pause, Tiera turned around in her mind and recalled some of her QQ space messages from her junior high school days—

"Ah, I was hurt by this world, I saw the darkness of this world, darkness is the truth, I want to embrace darkness, ah!" Tiera said, "Look, if I accept my talent, I will definitely Will be a worse Dark Lord than Grindelwald, and I'm sure I'm not much worse than when Mr. Grindelwald dropped out of Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in some ways."

"You don't have to worry about that." Dumbledore said, "I'm not worried at all, because..."

Dumbledore took a sip of the tea cup and said:

"You are far worse than him."

Chapter end