Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Is this dangerous?" Harry asked quietly, looking at Hermione who was absentmindedly playing cards with a worried look on her face.

"I don't know." Tiera shook her head and said, "The gods of the dream, like the phoenix, are all born divine creatures. They are existences in the same dimension as me. I can't treat them the same way I treat other wizards or Ma They are all so well-informed, and they may have a good-natured attitude toward Hermione, the unexpected intruder, but it is more likely that they view this low-dimensional intruder with malice and repulsion."

"After I brought Hermione back that time, I cast the Helis spell on his spiritual dimension. I used the Helis potion as the casting raw material to build a permanent mental and spiritual barrier for her to prevent her from sleeping again. Accidentally entered the dreamland and Kadasi."

"But she" said Harry.

"But she has become deeply obsessed with it," Tiera said.

"What's so charming about Kadath that it can make Hermione addicted?" Harry asked in confusion.

From Harry's point of view, it was almost impossible for "obsession" to happen to the rational Hermione.

"Because Ka'das was created to lure others into addiction." Tiera smiled, "Ka'das is not a paradise, but a cage. It is a breeding tank specially created for those ancient gods. Ka'das is Created by a great being, Kadasi is a collection of all the beautiful dreams from the birth of the universe to the present. The purpose of that great being's creation of it is very clear, which is to keep the ancient gods Kadath in captivity like pets. Lure all intelligent creatures who have seen it and encountered it to sink or become obsessed with it.”

"What about Hermione?" Harry asked worriedly.

"I got it back in time, and Hermione's stay there was relatively short. This obsession and obsession was only on the surface and did not go deep into her subconscious." Tiera said, "The reason why she is so anxious now Looking for Dreamland and Kadath. Apart from the fact that Kadath is really tempting, the main reason is that she was proposed to the research group by me, and I found it hard to accept it. I needed to find something to do to fill the empty time."

"Don't worry, Hermione will be fine." Tiera said with a smile, "I will keep an eye on her from time to time to prevent her from having the chance to return to Dreamland again. The problem now is you, Harry."

"Me?" Harry asked confused.

"Because of the existence of Voldemort's soul in your body, I cannot build a spiritual barrier in your spiritual dimension like Hermione did. This will most likely allow Voldemort's soul fragments to merge with your soul," Tiera said. , "So learn Occlumency as soon as possible."

"But, Tiera, you pulled me back, I..." Harry seemed to want to ask something, but was quickly interrupted by Tiera.

"The Dreamland is a very special place, Harry." Tiera said, "It is a parallel space composed of the subconscious and dreams of intelligent beings in the universe. If you have been to the Dreamland, then from your deep dream you can access the Dreamland. The door to the dreamland is opened, just like a brand. You cover the horse's speech and take it to a grassland. Then it can follow the memory and return to that grassland. Unless you can always stay vigilant, otherwise, one day , you will also unintentionally penetrate the gap between dreams and return to the dreamland."

"Am I in danger?" Harry asked.

"No, the Dreamland is half of my territory. I can become a god, relying on the favor of the de facto ruler and creator of the Dreamland and the little crumbs dropped casually. I can have something close to the first in the Dreamland. The fifth dimension, the power of the Old Ones, and with the help of the special environment of the Dreamland, I can briefly contact the tributaries of time, and can use the Dreamland as a springboard to jump to nearby time nodes, so once something happens to you in the Dreamland Danger, as long as it does not involve the real old rulers, ancient gods, or the cubs of the Outer Gods, I can always rescue them in time." Tiera said with a smile, "But I still recommend that you wear thicker clothes when sleeping, although I can rescue you in time, but the feeling of being cold is not pleasant, right?"

"Yeah!" Harry nodded vigorously.

At this time, the Christmas atmosphere in No. 12 Grimmauld Place has reached its peak.

Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley seemed to have had a little drink, she now looked drunk and even started singing along with Beckman on the radio.

Sirius Black and Lupine were talking about something. They were sitting by the fire. They seemed to have drunk a little wine. Their faces were illuminated red by the firelight in the stove, and they seemed to be chatting happily.

But soon, at half past ten, this fiery Christmas atmosphere was ruthlessly interrupted by Mrs. Weasley.

"Okay, friends!" Mrs. Weasley seemed to be a little drunk. She stood up unsteadily, clapped her hands, and shouted loudly, "It's time to go to bed!"

"Come on, it's time to go to bed!" Mrs. Weasley urged again, with her hands on her hips, "Don't let me treat you."

The first one to move was Tiera. He stood up, greeted everyone in the room, and then bowed deeply, just like a magician who had finished his performance in the Muggle world. , and then when he straightened up, Tiera's body turned into golden pieces of paper flying in the sky.

It was as if Tiera had never been here. If the uneaten bacon hadn't been left in the kitchen, Harry would have even thought that Tiera's arrival was just a fantasy of his.

After Tiera disappeared, Harry and Ron also moved quickly. Mrs. Weasley's coercion was almost engraved in their genes. They returned to the bedroom on the third floor as usual, where there were two beds. , one is Harry's and one is Ron's.

Ron immediately fell asleep, but before going to bed, Harry got into his suitcase and took out his Advanced Potions Making Tutorial.

He opened the book and started reading. Because of Tiera's conversation, Harry was a little reluctant to sleep now, but he had to sleep, so he planned to read for a while until he couldn't stand it anymore before going to bed.

The next morning, Harry woke up to find a bulging stocking lying at the end of his bed.

He put on his glasses and looked around. The windows on the third floor of No. 12 Grimmauld Place were completely obscured by snow. Ron was sitting upright on the bed, inspecting a thick gold chain.

"What is that?" Harry asked.

"It was given by Lavender." Ron said with a bit of disgust, "She sincerely hopes that I will wear this..."