Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 207

Despite all his preparations, Harry's first Quidditch match in his third year ended in failure—

Harry fell from a height of dozens of feet.

He encounters a Dementor while chasing the Golden Snitch.

Thanks to Hermione's Waterproof Charm, Harry caught the Snitch, but as he chased the Snitch up, something strange happened—

There was a timid silence in the terraced stands around the runway.

The wind, though still as strong as ever, forgot to roar, as if someone had turned the wind off, as if Harry had suddenly gone deaf, what happened—

Then a familiar, terrifying cold snap hit him again, inside him, and he had just felt something move on the court below, and before Harry had time to think, he took his eyes off the Snitch and looked down. .

There were at least a hundred dementors standing below, their faces hidden under their hoods facing him, as if cold shards of ice had risen from his chest, slicing through his innards.

Then he heard the sound again, someone moaning, moaning in his head, a woman...

Harry felt that his body became numb, his vision became dark, Harry's strength seemed to be drained, and he let go of the hand that had been holding the broom tightly—

Harry slowly fell off his broom, free-falling from fifty feet in the air—

"No! Harry!"

The moment the Dementor hovered high in the sky, "Tiera" roared—

Hermione and Ron had never seen such a "Tiera", with hideous faces and bloodshot eyes, running towards the Quidditch field like a mad dog—

"Tiera" ran to the center of the arena despite the rain and mud all over her body, took out her wand, pointed it in the air, and was about to cast a shock-absorbing spell on Harry, who was falling fast, but at this moment—

Harry suddenly paused in midair, and then—

She fell lightly into "Tiera"'s arms.

"Tiera" hugged Harry tightly, as if she was holding some rare treasure in her arms—

Seeing "Tiera" hug Harry tightly, Dumbledore in the audience put down his wand with a look of relief, ready to sit back in his seat.

"Albus..." Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to Dumbledore, said with a worried look, "I don't know if you feel this way... But I always feel that Tiera is to Harry... Recently, Tiera was to Harry. The attitude is a bit too weird... You are an expert in this area, you give the staff to the staff."

Dumbledore: …

"Haha, Minerva, more than half a century has passed, and your mouth is still so poisonous." Dumbledore laughed dryly and said, "It's the age of young people now, how can they—"

Before Dumbledore could finish speaking, he was suddenly interrupted by a sharp and terrifying cry.

Hundreds of Dementors swooped down from the air in swarms, pounced on Tiera and Harry like vultures seeing carrion—

"what--"

A fast-flying dementor pounced over and took the first breath—

"Tiera" leaned down and blocked Harry under him.

"Damn it!" Dumbledore cursed, stood up quickly, and drew out his wand, his eyes burning with anger.

A beam of Cui Can's white light spurted out from the tip of Dumbledore's staff, rushing towards the group of vulture-like Dementors—

At the same time as the farce on the Quidditch field was staged.

In the secret room under Hogwarts, the sleeping Peter Pettigrew fell into a strange and terrifying dream—

Peter Pettigrew in the dream was walking on a gray and barren field in a gorgeous dress he had never seen before.

Pettigrew was horrified to find that she could hear, see, and feel everything around her, but she couldn't control her actions.

Peter Pettigrew felt like a marionette trapped in his body, wrapped in the red dress on his body and walked forward.

With the construction of the mental wall layer by layer, Tiera also lost the ability to dream—

To be precise, Tiera lost the ability to dream safely, especially after the seventh layer of spiritual wall was built with the residual power of Yoggsothoth, which provided strong protection for Tiera's spiritual world. It is difficult for the power to penetrate the mental wall to affect Tiera.

In other words, Tiera either didn't dream, or Nyatoratip went directly to the dream—

And Tiera couldn't dream, so she couldn't enter the dreamland—

Fortunately, Tiera still has "parasites".

Tiera's name "Parasite" wasn't just for fun.

"Parasite" has been positioned as Tiera's life-saving backer from the very beginning. In case of an accident in Tiera's second-year plan, Tiera can use "Parasite" to save her life.

But the real "life reconstruction" is a complicated and lengthy magical ritual, which at Tierra's level at the time could not be completed in a short period of time.

So Tiera took a trick, just like the most essential magic of "Inheritor" is "loophole", the most essential magic that Tiera anchored to "Parasite" is "Parasite"—

Allows Tiera to quickly complete the resurrection by directly parasitizing other three-dimensional beings.

And the "parasite" composed of spiritual fire, material fire and spiritual fire can not only parasitize the host's body, but complete the parasitism from the three dimensions of spirit, spirituality and material at the same time. The host exercises perfect control—

Just like how Tiera now controls Peter Pettigrew with a parasite.

Tiera can't dream by himself, but he can parasitize Pettigrew and let Pettigrew dream for him.

The sky in the shallow dreamland was shrouded in chaotic and extremely gorgeous mist, and soon, Peter Pettigrew came to the border of the dreamland—

It was a cliff that could not be seen to the end, and outside the cliff was the same chaotic sea of gray fog.

Peter Pettigrew stopped at the edge of the cliff, and his imagination spread in the dream—

The gray fog in front of him surged, UU reading www. uukanshu.com gray stone steps appeared on the edge of the cliff—

Peter Pettigrew stepped on the stone steps and walked down seventy steps—

Came to a cave burning with countless flames—

"Go back! Traveler, this is not where you can come!"

There were two hunched old men standing in the Flame Cave. They were tall, at least three meters tall even if they were bent over. Their gray beards fell to the ground like a waterfall.

They wore huge double crowns, and they were wearing light blue and light yellow gorgeous long-distance running.

"The wise man of the dream, the priest of the giant flame cave, the great watcher of the abyss, Naxu, Kaman-za, hello." Tiera controlled Peter Pettigrew and bowed to the two old men, "The black magician Apprentice, vile betrayer, Peter Pettigrew, servant of the Nose, salutes you."

The two priests of the Cavern of Fire—

Nash and Kaman-Zha looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.

It seems that I have never seen someone add such a self-deprecating title to themselves.

"Welcome to the Land of Dreams, the apprentice of black magic." But Kaman-Zar said politely, "Please come back, traveler, this is not the place you should come."

"No, this is exactly where I should come." Peter Pettigrew said humbly, "I hope to receive the blessings of the two great priests, and I want to enter the dreamland."

Nash and Kaman-Zha looked at each other again, and from their expressions Tiera read—

Another one who is not afraid of death.

To die is to die.

What does it have to do with me whether you Peter Pettigrew is dead?

I, Tiera, are still sitting firmly in the Hogwarts secret room.

Chapter end

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