Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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Harry carefully held the resurrection stone in his palm.

The stone floated gently in the center of Harry's palm—

One circle, two circles, three circles.

Harry stared nervously at the Philosopher's Stone in his hand.

Hermione, Ron, and Neville for some reason also stared nervously at the stone floating in Harry's hand.

Tiera's spiritual dimension in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts just felt some connection, some kind of traction.

But the traction was weak, so weak that Tiera felt like a baby was gently tugging at her hair.

"Well... so..." Tiera thought while relaxing herself, "So the resurrection stone can indeed establish a connection between the dead and the living."

Tiera didn't resist, but let that slight pull carry her forward.

When arriving at the Room of Requirement, Tiera saw Harry, standing blankly between Ron, Hermione, and Neville. In front of Harry, there were already two illusory figures standing.

It was a young man and woman. The woman had long wine red hair and a sweet smile. The man was tall and handsome.

It was James and Lily Potter.

They are neither ghosts nor flesh-and-blood human beings. They were more like the Tom Riddle from the diary, memories that were almost physical, but not as real as a living body, but much more real than ghosts.

James was a head taller than Harry, dressed in his death clothes, with messy hair, and his glasses were a little crooked, like Mr. Weasley.

Lily smiled happily, brushing her long hair back and approaching Harry, those green eyes exactly like Harry's, staring hungrily at Harry's face, as if they could never see enough.

Both of them looked at Harry with a smile, both stopped in their best youth, standing in front of Harry not like Harry's parents, compared to the fifteen-year-old, developed Harry. Reality, parents, more like Harry's sister and brother.

"Mom, Dad!" Harry didn't expect James and Lily to appear at all.

Although he had already seen his parents in the Mirror of Erised, at this moment, Harry couldn't help crying.

"Harry, who did you see?" Hermione asked anxiously, "Where's Tierra?"

But Harry didn't seem to hear, his eyes were blurred and happy looking at the empty place in front of him.

"You're amazing, Harry, you're amazing!" Lily said with a smile. "You're so brave, Harry, you're so brave, and we're so proud of you."

"As expected of my son!" James Potter also said approvingly, reaching out to pat Harry on the shoulder, but—

But James' hand went straight through Harry.

James looked a little embarrassed and withdrew his hand, and touched his messy face.

"We love you so much, son," Lily said. "The last time we saw you, you were a baby, so big."

Lily Potter laughed, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh... my God!" Lily sobbed sadly, leaning on James' shoulder, "James... look... that's our baby... The last time we saw him... he was so young, like a Little Hushu Luoguo..."

"Now you have grown so big... already so tall..." Lily Potter cried sadly, "I really want to hug you, I really want to hug you... even once... let me do something I would like to…”

"I want to! I want to hug you too!" Harry said anxiously, tears streaming down his cheeks, "I miss you, Mom, Dad, I miss you..."

At this point Hermione, Ron, and Neville realized that something was wrong.

Hermione pulled out her wand, Ron picked up the cushions on the floor, and Neville picked up an iron teapot from the table, looking ready to smash Harry at any moment.

"Dad, Mom... I miss you so much..." Harry's eyes became more and more sluggish, blurred, as if covered with a layer of fog.

"Harry, my child, we miss you so much..." In Harry's field of vision, Lily cried, "I'm sorry Harry, I'm sorry, we missed your fifteen years of growth... We haven't even given You celebrated a birthday."

"I miss you too, Mom, Dad!" Harry's voice was hoarse, his eyes red and swollen from crying.

"No, you don't want to!" Just when James and Lily wanted to say something else, a discordant voice suddenly inserted into the conversation of the Potter family.

James and Lily's faces froze for a moment.

Harry wiped his tears, and after putting on his glasses again, through the misty mist on the glasses, Harry saw a familiar figure really approaching.

Harry took off his glasses again, wiped the mist off them, and put them back on again—

This time Harry saw it clearly, saw the familiar figure clearly——

"Tiera!" Harry shouted hoarsely, "Tiera!"

Yes, that's Tiera.

The illusory Tiera gradually came over and got closer to Harry. As Tiera got closer, Tiera's appearance gradually changed from illusory to more real.

Finally, Tiera stopped in front of Harry, standing slightly ahead of Harry's parents.

Tiera still looked like a teenager, but it was very different from when he died.

When Tiera was killed by Voldemort, she was wearing blood-stained, dusty wool shorts and shorts, her bare thighs and arms should be covered in blood, her hair was messy, and her face was covered in branches and rubble. Scratched scratches.

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But Tiera, who was standing in front of Harry, was neatly dressed, with a faint smile on her beautiful and fair face, and her right eye was golden, like molten gold.

Tiera was wearing a dress that Harry had never seen before, and under the salute was a dark black friar's uniform, which outlined Tiera's slender figure and wrapped Tiera tightly.

Tiera's intact left hand held a large and thick book, and the other bone hand wrapped in flames held a human head staff that was more than half a person's height.

"Long time no see, Harry." Tiera said with a smile, spreading her arms, the bright red robe draped behind Tiera like a pair of burning wings.

Tiera's arm penetrated Harry's shoulder and hugged him.

"I knew you could find me." Tiera's smile became more exaggerated, "I knew you could bring me back to the world."

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