Harry Potter and the Old Ones

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

Harry fell from a height of several dozen feet.

While chasing the Snitch, he encounters a Dementor.

Thanks to Hermione's Waterproof Charm, Harry caught the Snitch, but when he was chasing the Snitch up, something strange happened——

There was a timid silence in the terraces around the runway.

The wind, though still as strong as ever, forgot to roar, as if someone had turned it off, as if Harry had gone deaf all of a sudden, and something had happened—

Then the familiar, terribly cold snap hit him again, inside him, and just as he felt something move on the field below, Harry, before he could think about it, looked away from the Snitch .

At least a hundred dementors stood below, their hooded faces turned towards him, as if cold icicles rose from his chest and sliced ​​through his guts.

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

Harry felt his body become numb and his vision darkened. Harry felt as if all his strength had been drained, and he let go of the hand that had been tightly gripping the broom——

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

"No! Harry!"

The moment the dementor hovered in the sky, "Tiera" roared——

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

"Tiera" ran to the center of the arena in the rain and mud all over his body, pulled out his wand, pointed it at the air, and prepared to cast a shock-absorbing spell on Harry who fell extremely fast, but at this moment——

Harry in mid-air suddenly paused, then—

It fell lightly into the arms of "Tiera".

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

Seeing "Tiera" hugging Harry tightly, Dumbledore on the audience stand put down his wand with a look of relief, and was about to sit back in his seat.

"Albus..." Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to Dumbledore, said with a worried face, "I don't know if you have this feeling... But I always feel that Tierra's feelings towards Harry... Recently Tierra The attitude towards Harry is a bit too weird...you are an expert in this field, and you give the staff to the staff."

Dumbledore: ...

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

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

Hundreds of dementors swooped down from mid-air in groups, like vultures seeing a carrion, they rushed towards "Tiera" and Harry—

"ah----"

A faster-flying dementor swoops in for the first breath—

"Tiera" leaned over, keeping Harry under him.

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

A brilliant white light shot out from the tip of Dumbledore's staff, rushing towards the group of vulture-like dementors——

While the farce on the Quidditch field was unfolding.

In the secret chamber beneath Hogwarts, the sleeping Pettigrew fell into a strange and terrifying dream——

Peter Pettigrew in the dream is wearing a gorgeous dress he has never seen before, walking on a gray and barren field.

Pettigrew found to his horror that he could hear, see, and feel everything around him, but he couldn't control his own actions.

Peter Pettigrew felt like a marionette trapped in his body, being carried forward by the red dress on him.

As the mental wall was built layer by layer, Tierra also lost the ability to dream——

To be precise, Tierra lost the ability to dream safely, especially after using Yog-Sothoth's aftermath to build the seventh layer of spiritual walls, which provided powerful protection for Tierra's spiritual world. It is difficult for power to penetrate the spiritual wall and affect Tierra.

In other words, Tierra either does not dream, or Nyaturatep enters the dream directly——

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

Fortunately, Tierra still has "parasites".

Tierra didn't name "Parasite" "Parasite" in the first place just for fun.

The "Parasite" was positioned as Tierra's life-saving back-up from the very beginning. In case there was an accident in Tierra's second-year plan, Tierra could use the "Parasite" to save his life.

But the real "life reconstruction" is a complex and lengthy magic ceremony, and Tierra's level at the time was simply unable to complete it in a short period of time.

In other words, if things change and Tierra's plan fails, then he can only rely on a semi-finished "parasite".

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

Allowing Tierra to quickly complete resurrection directly by parasitizing on other three-dimensional life forms.

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

Just like Tierra now uses the parasite to control Peter Pettigrew.

Tierra can't dream by himself, but he can let the dwarf dream for him by parasitic pettigrew.

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

It was a cliff with no bottom to see, and outside the cliff was the same chaotic sea of ​​gray fog.

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

The gray fog in front of him surged, and gray stone steps appeared on the edge of the cliff——

Peter Pettigrew climbed the stone steps and went down seventy steps—

Came to a cave burning with countless flames——

"Go back! Traveler, this is not a place for you!"

Standing in the Flaming Cave are two old men with hunched backs. They are tall, even if they bend over, they are at least three meters tall, and their gray beards hang down to the ground like a waterfall.

They wore huge double crowns, and wore gorgeous robes of light blue and light yellow respectively.

"The wise man of the dream, the priest of the huge flame hole, the great guardian of the abyss, Naxu, Kaman-za, hello." Tierra controlled Pettigrew Peter and bowed to the two old men, "The black magic Apprentice, dastardly betrayer, Peter Pettigrew, servant of the No-Blind, salutes you."

The two priests of the Flame Cave——

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

Never seems to have seen anyone add such a self-deprecating title to himself.

"Welcome to the Land of Dreams, apprentice of black magic." Kaman-Zha said politely without reaching out to slap the smiling face, "Please go back, traveler, this is not the place you should come."

"No, this is exactly where I should be." Peter Pettigrew said humbly, "I hope to be blessed by the two great priests, and I want to enter the Dreamland."

Na Xu and Kaman-za looked at each other again, and Tierra read from their expressions——

Another one who is not afraid of death.

Die or die.

What does it matter to me whether your Pettigrew Peter is dead or not?

I, Tiera, are still sitting firmly in the Hogwarts chamber.

Today begins the official two-line narrative, while Sirius and Harry's father-son relationship, while Tierra explores the dreamland

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