Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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"Do you mind?" Tiera turned to look at James and Lily Potter, "disappear."

After the phantoms of James Potter and Lily Potter looked at each other, they gradually disappeared in front of Harry's eyes.

"Don't trust them, Harry," Tiera said with a smile. "Do you remember what it said in The Tales of Bedouin the Poet?"

"The Resurrection Stone is a trap for the **** of death," Tiera said with a smile. "The dead it brings back will only gradually drive the holders of the Resurrection Stone crazy, and gradually... lead them to death."

"I...I...you, you...but, but..." Harry said a little bewildered.

"What's wrong with Harry? Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously, "Harry!"

Saying that, Hermione shook Harry's shoulder.

"It's Tiera...Tiella is here!" Harry said excitedly, "We succeeded..."

"Where? Where?" said Hermione, looking around.

Ron and Neville were also looking around.

"It's a little inconvenient to talk like this." Tiera said with a smile, then walked towards the mirror wall next to her.

"Where are you going?" Harry reached out his hand anxiously, trying to grab Tiera.

But Harry's hand slipped through Tiera's robes, grabbing nothing but air.

Tiera walked into the mirror—

"Now..." Tiera's voice echoed in the empty room, "You should all be able to see me—"

Ron, Hermione, and Neville turned their heads in response to the voice and looked in front of the huge mirror behind them.

In the mirror, besides Harry, Ron, Hermione and Neville, there was another person, a person they were all familiar with, but who should have died——

"Pick up, lift up, lift up, lift up, lift up..." Neville shivered with fright, and "lifted" five times in a row.

Ron and Hermione were also shocked.

"Ron, Hermione, and Neville." Tiera said, opening her arms. "Long time no see, my friends."

"Tiella, you, you, you, you..." Hermione's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it.

"What? Is it such a surprise to see me?" Tiera said with a smile, "Didn't you already know Professor Trelawney's prophecy? Shouldn't you already understand the function of the resurrection stone?"

"Yes... yes, but, but... but..." said Ron, "but this is... too unbelievable..."

"What's unbelievable?" Tiera said with a smile.

"Wait, wait!" Hermione said suddenly, "How am I sure you're Tiera?"

"He, Hermione, what do you mean?" Harry asked in confusion, "Isn't he Tiera or who?"

"I've read The Tales of Bedouin the Poet." Hermione ignored Harry and continued, "I've also asked other people and looked up books about the Resurrection Stone."

"Then?" Tiera put on a look of listening intently.

"The resurrection stone can't really revive the dead." Hermione sighed and said, "It only brings in a substance that is more real than the soul, but more illusory than the entity, and the deceased it invites will only have a pessimistic mentality, which can make People are mentally tortured crazy because they can't get real people who want to be resurrected."

"This is enough for me... this is enough." Tiera smiled, "Please don't worry, I am Tiera, the real Tiera..."

"If you still don't believe me—" Tiera took a step forward and disappeared into the mirror.

Harry saw Tiera come out like a phantom, and then—

There was a hurricane in the Room of Requirement.

The seat cushion on the ground was torn, and the cotton inside and the rough cloth outside revolved around Tiera's phantom under the hurricane.

Cotton and rags stitched together in front of Harry into a giant ragdoll the size of Tierra.

The doll's originally blank face was split open, the crack wriggled up and down, and Tiera's voice came out:

"Look."

The puppet said and raised his hand.

"You, you, you..." Hermione was too shocked to speak.

"I'm dead, yes, that's right." The puppet collapsed immediately, and Tiera returned to the mirror again, "I'm dead, but I won't be as dead as the others..."

"As you know, I am a prophet." Tiye stretched his hand and scratched his right eye. "The future I see is an absolute future, a future that will absolutely happen."

"Yes, I predicted my future long ago, I knew my own death long ago," Tiera said, "Teaching inspiration and overdose in Trelawney during the first divination class in third grade. Under the influence of incense, I made the biggest prophecy of my life."

"I didn't just predict Voldemort's resurrection..." Tiera said with a smile, "I also predicted Harry's death."

Everyone held their breath and listened carefully to Tiera's story——

There seems to be a feeling that the fog is gradually being peeled away.

"In that day's prophecy, I saw Voldemort's resurrection...I saw Harry's death..." Tiera said, "So I decided to change the prophecy...I decided to catch Peter Pettigrew...to be precise. ... I am going to kill him, as long as he dies, he will not be able to help Voldemort resurrect, so the picture in my prophecy will not come true, so after the beating in front of the willow that night, I desperately want to catch him, but……"

"But I failed..." Tiera raised her skeleton right hand, "Because I wanted to change the prophecy, I was punished, my right arm."

"After that day, I understood one thing—" Tiera said after a pause, "The prophecy will definitely come true. If you want to change the prophecy, you will suffer even more damage."

"Yes, prophecy is difficult to change. Changing the future is the same as changing the past, and there is a price to pay—" Tiera smiled and stretched out her right hand, "I tried to prevent Peter Pettigrew from meeting Voldemort, and the price was me An arm of my life, if I want to prevent the picture I prophesied from appearing, I will give my life-"

"So Tiera, you..." Harry said moved.

"You are everything, Harry!" Tiera said with a smile. "You are the savior, you are the one prophesied to kill Voldemort, so I must save you."

"But of course, I'm not ready to give up my young life completely..." Tiera started walking around in the mirror with a cane, "I told Headmaster Dumbledore my plan..."

"Dumbledore agreed to my plan and completely opened the forbidden area to me..." Tiera walked back and forth.

The "crunch" sound of friction between the mechanical gears gradually came from Tiera's body~www.NovelMTL.com~ With each step Tiera took, his stature gradually became taller, and the skin on his body was like a layer of freshness. The membrane was broken, and a mechanical snake head with horns was exposed from the skin. The bright red robe on the body became a burning flame, and Tiera's lower body became a long mechanical snake tail. With ten chip-like wings, countless fiery red, fiber-like hairs protruded from the top of the mechanical snake head and attached to the waist.

"After getting the same from Dumbledore, and with the assistance of Dumbledore... and other wizards, I held a ceremony..." Tiera's voice became creepy, like a dozen or twenty voices The superimposed and mixed together made up the same voice, "Using that ritual... I transformed into a demon..."

"Yes, I am dead..." The world in the mirror was submerged in a sea of ​​fire, and Tiera's huge body filled the entire mirror space, "But I was converted into a demon... The destruction of the body can only make me Losing my anchor to the world will only make me fall into hell..."

"I need someone to call me so that I can return to this world..."

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