Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Tiera saw—

See Umbridge in her own dreams, dressed in the Queen's garb and crown, sitting on a Ministry of Magic inquisition deck embellished with gold, jewels and fluffy pink fluff.

"Guilty!" cried Umbridge, choking in his throat, pounding the table with the judge's hammer made of human hand bones and skulls.

"Guilty!" Umbridge shouted again, giggling as he tapped the table top of the court with the judge's hammer in his hand.

"I declare Voldemort guilty!" Umbridge shouted arrogantly, like a chubby clown covered in fat, laughing wildly at the empty courtroom.

"You crave power?"

Suddenly, an ethereal voice came from above Umbridge.

Umbridge, who was sitting on the trial table, was stunned for a moment, as if he had suddenly woken up. The expression on his face was grim and distorted, and he looked around with a vicious dog-like whimper.

"Who? Who's there?" Umbridge barked around.

The dream was shattered, and Umbridge should logically be fresh at this time.

But Tiera's hand has been pressing on Umbridge's forehead, in addition to spying on her thoughts, it also continues to deliver the drowsiness curse to Umbridge.

The awake consciousness but the deep sleep of the body caused Umbridge to fall into a strange light sleep.

Umbridge in his light sleep was even more brutal and unreasonable, like a bulldog who had stripped all his rational coat, leaving only ambition, greed, and unreasonable brutality.

With the appearance of that voice, everything around was burst like a dream bubble in an instant.

Everything in the dream was gone, and the courtroom of gold jewels and pink fluff and the Queen's dress turned into foam.

Umbridge, dressed as she does in reality, stands in the middle of the gray wilderness.

"Who are you?" Umbridge roared viciously again.

"It doesn't matter who I am, you just need to know - I can give you power."

—Tiera said softly while sitting in Umbridge’s office in the real world.

Now Tiera put one hand on Umbridge's head, pointed at Umbridge with a wand in the other, and stretched out another tentacle from Tiera's body, wrapped in a large thick book—

The Necronomicon

Tiera is reading the contents of the Necronomicon Fantastic Lands chapter.

The knowledge recorded in the Necronomicon is extremely rich, which naturally encapsulates the method of entering Kadath from the dream.

Tiera didn't dare to try it on his own. If he only entered with a dream body, all he could rely on would be the seven-layer spiritual wall that was about to take shape.

But if you enter the fantasy world from the interface of the real world.

Tiera can rely on the "Inheritor" who devoured Yoggsothoth's gifts, and she can also rely on the "Parasite" who fused with Shabu Nicholas.

To put it bluntly, Tiera entered the fantasy realm with a physical body. As long as she did not encounter a powerful ancient **** or an old ruler above the fifth dimension, Tiera had hope of surviving.

but-

This did not prevent Tiera from taking this ugly toad to test the water first.

Who told you that there is a way to heaven, you don't go, and there is no door to hell, you break in.

Since you are greedy, admit it.

"Go forward, keep going forward." Tiera's voice came into the dream.

"Come out! Get out of here!" Umbridge shouted furiously to the surroundings in the dream, but his footsteps followed Tiera's words, striding forward—

This is not even some kind of advanced magic, it is just a common hypnosis technique, but under the huge mental power gap between Tiera and Umbridge, this common hypnotic technique has an effect similar to the Imperius Curse—

This is one of the benefits of strong mental power. If Tiera completely lets go of her spiritual dimension and allows it to affect the world around her, every word Tiera says will have a hypnotic effect.

Tiera continued to influence Umbridge's dream in a light sleep state with a huge difference in mental power, and then used "spying" magic to simultaneously obtain Umbridge's vision through direct physical contact.

Then use Legilimency to monitor Umbridge from a third-party perspective.

Umbridge cursed as he walked across the gray and barren fields.

Umbridge quickly came to the brink of a shallow dream.

It was a huge, deep and dark cliff.

Looking outside the cliff, there is a gray and nothingness spreading outside the cliff, and the bottom is so deep that it seems that there is no bottom.

"Use your imagination."

Tiera ordered again—

"Using your imagination, here is a stone staircase leading to the bottom of the cliff."

"It's gold!" said Umbridge suddenly. "I want the golden stairs!"

Tierra:…

They are all dying and still thinking of glory and wealth.

"I want a ladder made of gold, with red and blue gemstones crossed, a pink fluffed carpet on the steps, and the handrails..." Umbridge chattered—

As Umbridge imagined, the gray fog surged, and a gorgeous golden staircase appeared on the edge of the cliff.

The staircase, as Umbridge had said, was made of pure gold, inlaid with red and blue gems, and the steps were covered with a soft pink fleece blanket.

At the same time, Umbridge once again appeared in the Queen's dress and crown.

Tierra:…

I almost ordered you to jump straight down.

Unexpectedly, this old witch, Umbridge, has a good mental strength.

At least there is a little talent in mental power.

Umbridge's reappearance of the Queen's crown and gown is a symbol of her gradual return to the dominance of the dream world.

Just now, in order to let Umbridge imagine a staircase leading to the abyss of dreams, Tiera released a little bit of control over Umbridge—

Let her imagine a stairway down to the dream.

And with the power that Tiera gave, Umbridge started to resist Tiera's control subconsciously.

But to no avail.

Tierra was just a thought, and the Queen's crown and gown disappeared from Umbridge's body.

Tiera smiled and said, "Along the stairs—"

Suddenly, the smile on Tiera's face froze, because on the other side, in Azkaban's prison—

"Since you didn't ask anything," Dumbledore said, stroking his beard, "then let's go back quickly. The cold and humid sea breeze here is not very friendly to my old bones, or do you want to live here for a long time?"

Damn, I can almost make the old witch Umbridge walk up the seventy steps leading to the cave of flames.

"Gildello Lockhart" had already finished asking Bellatrix Rustrange, and now that Dumbledore has spoken at UU reading www.uukanshu.com, even the questioning of Sirius had no choice but to do so. It came to an end with a slap in the face.

Perhaps it was because they had been in Azkaban for so long that the cousins ​​became more mad than the other.

Bellatrix Rustrange's madness is self-talking madness, saying everything but not getting to the point.

Sirius Black's madness is silent madness, no matter what "Gidlo Lockhart" asks, Sirius Black sits silently in the cell like a mushroom, with only those dark gray eyes that are cold and calm. He looked at Dumbledore standing behind "Gildello Lockhart".

Maybe it was because he was afraid that "Gildello Lockhart" had other purposes in Azkaban, Dumbledore began to urge Gilderoy after seeing that "Gidro Lockhart" had nothing to gain Lockhart leaves.

"I'm done asking. Nothing to gain."

Helpless, "Jidrow Lockhart" had to get up and leave, while on the other side, Tiera had to withdraw from Umbridge's dream and began to use the forgetting spell to weave memories for her.