Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Tiera laughed.

It was a very perverted, perverted laugh.

The unpleasant laughter, like sandpaper rubbing against a stone surface, echoed in the library.

After Tiera transcribed the content of "Life Reconstruction" from "Seraino Out of Chapters" on "Inheritance", Tiera chanted the spell in her heart and left the library.

When Tiera returned to the lounge, she took out a wooden box from under her bed. From the wooden box, she could smell a faint rancid smell.

Tiera opened the box.

Inside the wooden box was a dark piece, exuding a strong rotten smell.

Countless annelid worms of different colors scurried about in the soft, stench-smelling mash, and from time to time a broken small vertebra, or unfinished internal organs appeared.

These are Tierra's cursed worms.

Tiera has now been able to make the cursed worm live outside of the living body like a real worm.

But the premise is that they must be fed with enough fresh flesh, otherwise these worms will return to Tiera again.

But luckily this is Hogwarts.

Because of the existence of magic, the most important thing in Hogwarts is food.

Every night, Tiera would either let Raven catch a few mice, or ask the house-elves in the kitchen for some pig, sheep, or cow entrails—

Even though there are so many strange foods in the wizarding world, many of which are heavy-tasting snacks like cockroach candy, wizards still don't eat internal organs!

So most of these internal organs are the food of house elves, but there are still a lot of them that will be wasted.

Tiera put a hand close to the wooden box containing the cursed worm, and stopped ten centimeters above the wooden box.

The cursed worms in the wooden box stopped eating and squirming, and each one supported by their fat tails, protruding from the rotting flesh, slender, small heads with small smashed teeth.

Tiera put his left hand on the Inheritor, and the spell of "Life Reconstruction" flowed into his mind.

Tiera's other hand, resting on the top of the wooden box, split in the center of the back of her right hand, forming a mouth with no lips, only a layer of shallow teeth and a deformed tongue.

"Cough...cough...heh..." The mouth on Tiera's right hand squirmed and arched upward a little. Tiera recalled the anatomy she had learned in her previous life, and temporarily differentiated it on the palm of her right hand. A mouth and a vocal cord.

The biologically based Tierra is making rapid progress in flesh magic.

After getting used to her "new mouth" a little, Tiera controlled its slow wriggling and recited the incantation of "Life Reconstruction".

"Life Reconstruction" is different from "Inheritor". It is not a special life-saving magic, but a magic transformed from a reproductive magic called amorphous mycelium.

As the incantation sounded, the skin of Tiera's right hand began to separate from the flesh and blood from the wrist, squirming forward, breaking away from Tiera's **** palm a little bit, and moving towards Tiera's palm like a thin glove. Square floats.

At the moment when the skin of Tiera's palm detached from Tiera, the worms in the wooden box seemed to be out of control and flocked to the thin layer of skin suspended in mid-air, squeezing and merging with each other, and in mid-air A strange aggregate of worms was formed, and dozens of thick and long worms kept wriggling at their tails.

Drop after drop of blood defied gravity and rushed towards the worm aggregate suspended above the palm of the hand. Every time a drop of blood entered, the worm aggregate shrunk a little.

The spherical aggregate becomes flattened little by little, and a long column like five fingers sticks out.

"Snapped--"

Finally, when Tiera finished chanting the last spell, a dark brown, almost black glove fell to the ground.

Tiera could feel a very weak connection between herself and the glove on the ground.

Tiera's thoughts moved a little, and the five fingers of the glove on the ground wriggled a little, thinking that Tiera had climbed a few centimeters.

Tiera sighed, picked up the glove on the ground with her **** right hand, and put it on her left hand.

"It fits." Tiera clenched her fist, stretched, and clenched her fist again, while her mind continued to strengthen the connection between herself and the glove.

As the connection between Tiera and the glove strengthened little by little, the color of the glove gradually became lighter and lighter, until it was exactly the same as Tiera's skin tone.

"This looks a lot more normal." Tiera couldn't feel that she was wearing a glove on her left hand.

Because of the "Secret Book of Xuanjun Seven Chapters", Tierra's left little finger only has the phalanx. Although he doesn't know why his little phalanx can still move freely, because of the loss of flesh and blood on his little finger, even if Usually wearing gloves is very different from the gloves worn by normal people, especially the part of the little finger. Tiera has to stuff a few **** of cotton into the gloves every time to make the little finger not look so shriveled.

And it's a hassle to take a shower, Gryffindor's bathroom is like Tierra's last life college bathroom~www.wuxiahere.com~ One sprinkler next to the other, no compartments, no curtains between the two sprinklers .

This made Tiera only dare to pick a time when no one was there to take a shower.

And Tiera has rejected Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins' team invitation to take a bath together more than once.

If you don't have this glove, Tiera doesn't know why she should refuse next semester.

After all, the boys who have bathed together are the brothers.

"Should I say it's my own skin?" Tiera smiled.

Now Tiera's gloved left hand can't be seen at all except that it is bigger than her right hand.

As if not wearing gloves at all—

Hmm... I cut off the skin of my right hand to make a semi-active magical life form and put it on my left hand...

This... doesn't seem like wearing gloves...

Tiera stretched out her left hand, trying to control the glove through the connection with the glove.

Countless worm-like tentacles grew on the glove, which made Tiera's left hand seem to have turned into a mass of worms.

But these worm-like tentacles are not messy, but extend around in obedience to Tiera's thoughts.

One rolled up the non-marking extension bag that Tiera put on the bedside table, the other took out a can of fresh white medicine from the bag, the other took out the glue tip dropper from the bag, and the other was twisting the fresh white The bottle cap of the medicine, one pulls open the bedside table, and the other takes out the bandage from the bedside table...

Tiera can even control a few other tentacles

Put the lid on the wooden box and push the bottom of the bed—

Pick up a comb and comb your hair—

Pick up the pen—

Open Tom Riddle's diary -