Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Chapter 309: As long as I'm salty enough, no one can use me as a tool man

"No guessing." Tiera refused.

"Okay..." Dumbledore sighed helplessly, then took out a photo from the drawer, put it on the table, and slid it in front of Tiera.

Tiera picked up the photo and looked at it carefully—

In the photo is a girl, a very beautiful girl with a delicate face and long snow-white hair.

With a strange crown on top of his head.

The photo was obviously taken secretly, only the half of her body was taken, and there was a lonely smile on that delicate face.

"This is..." Tiera asked—

But in fact, he already had a little guess in his mind.

In the beginning, it was because of the "Red Priest's Collection" that this little witch was holding.

Then it was because of the discordant life energy that came out of that girl's body.

"According to the file submitted by Durmstrang, her name is Hathaway Romanoff." Dumbledore said.

"Romanov?" Tiera asked in confusion, "The Romanov from the Romanov Dynasty?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore.

"I thought the blood of the Normanov dynasty had been cut off." Tiera asked.

"It's like this in the Muggle world," Dumbledore explained, "but the relationship between the royal family of Tsarist Russia and their Ministry of Magic is a bit different... To be precise, in the former Tsarist Russia before 1917 The Ministry of Magic is not a separate individual, but a secret wizarding society belonging to the Russian royal family and dedicated to serving the Romanov family. In order to win over this wizarding society, the Normanov family will often send Normanovs Collaterals of the family marry the wizards of the secret societies to consolidate their rule."

"In other words, the blood of the Normanov family still exists in the Russian wizarding world?" Tiera asked.

"Yes, not only that, even now, the surname Normanov still has a lot of influence in the Russian wizarding world." Dumbledore sipped his tea and said, "That's probably why they gave her Norman. The reason for the surname Nove."

"So she wasn't originally named Normanov?" Tiera asked in surprise.

"Didn't you see it?" Dumbledore asked rhetorically. "Didn't you see it?"

"What?" Tiera asked. "See what?"

"She's an artificial being," Dumbledore said. "Although flesh magic is my blind spot, I can still recognize it at a glance."

"Recognize what?" Tiera continued her habit of acting stupid.

"You really can't tell?" Dumbledore asked.

Tiera shook her head.

"She's an artificial being," Dumbledore said. "You can see that."

"I really didn't see that." Tiera continued to pretend to be stupid.

"Forget it, you can't see it if you don't see it." Dumbledore continued, "So now you understand what I want to say to you?"

"I don't understand," Tiera continued.

Dumbledore:  …

"Hathaway Romanoff is an artificial lifeform created by Mrs. Rosier and others using the notes of Gellert's former flesh-and-blood magic experiment," Dumbledore said.

"Hmm." Tiera said.

"Gellert's remnants have been silent for nearly half a century, but at this time, they brought an artificial lifeform to a high-profile appearance at the Triwizard Tournament held at Hogwarts. Have you ever wondered why?"

"No." Tiera responded.

"Don't you want to know the conspiracy behind this?" Dumbledore asked again.

"I don't want to." Tiera replied.

Dumbledore rubbed his forehead involuntarily.

"It's really a good pot of tea." When Dumbledore rubbed his forehead, Tiera said after making a cup of tea for herself——

Hehe, as long as I am salty enough, no one can treat me as a tool man!

"You don't want to know, don't the Tarot Club want to know?" Dumbledore asked again.

"I don't want to," Tiera said.

"Really?" Dumbledore asked. "How can you be sure?"

"Of course I can." Tiera said—

Nonsense, our organization is just me, Dobby, and Slytherin three creatures that can think. There is no need to vote for anything, just my words.

Dumbledore:  …

"Look," Dumbledore tried to persuade again. "Look at this girl."

"I don't see it," Tiera said. "What's so nice about a girl, you're right, Professor Dumbledore."

Dumbledore:  …

Dumbledore threw the photo on the table, and then leaned back in the chair helplessly.

"That's it, Tiera," said Dumbledore. "Do me a favor, okay? Get close to this girl and help me find out what conspiracy they're up to?"

"Not good," Tiera said, and then added, "Look, Principal, I've been very busy this semester, and I'm busy with my studies and the Triwizard Tournament, so I don't have time to beg a little girl. Are you happy? You'd better ask Gao Ming."

"It's up to you," said Dumbledore. "It's up to you at Hogwarts. You go."

"Will this give people a sense of dominance?" Tiera asked rhetorically.

"???" Dumbledore obviously didn't understand what Tiera meant.

"I mean..." Tiera said with a smile, "What if I don't go?"

Dumbledore:  …

"Just do your old Headmaster a favor?" said Dumbledore.

"Not good." Tiera said—

As long as I am ruthless, unjust, and vexatious enough, no one can use me as a tool.

Dumbledore:  …

At the same time, when Dumbledore was at a loss in the face of Tierra, who was unable to do anything, Igor Karkaroff did not go downstairs to enjoy the sumptuous meal at Hogwarts after he came out of the classroom where he was photographed. , but go straight back to Durmstrang's big boat moored by the lake~www.NovelMTL.com~that Tierra! As soon as Igor Karkaroff got back on the ship, he went straight to a room aft and entered a magical meeting room through a solitary door inside the room.

The entire conference room seems to be built on the edge of a cliff by the sea, and the endless blue ocean can be seen through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

But through another floor-to-ceiling window, what you see is a dense forest.

There are also bustling commercial streets, castles built on barren wastelands, huts on high mountains, caves in deserts...

Mrs. Rosie, Hathaway Normanoff, and another white-haired girl were sitting at one end of the conference room. In addition, there was a well-dressed, gray-haired, sturdy face, and a slender figure. A thin middle-aged man sits on a chair in a conference room near Igor Karkaroff.

"There's definitely something wrong with that Tiera!" Igor Karkaroff said firmly, "I watched him for a week!"

"I suspect that he is an artificial life form jointly refined by Dumbledore and Nikolai!" Igor Karkaroff said firmly.

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