Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 113 The Prophet
In the end, Hermione did not use the wand.

Tiera didn't have it either.

Because the "Inheritor" had already devoured most of the Cornish elves, one by one, like bean-sized pieces—

It got inside the pages of the book.

These Cornish elves, with their extremely low magical abilities, offer little help to the "inheritor's" development and growth—

However, slaughtering, even devouring three-dimensional creatures alive, can alleviate the hunger of the "Inheritors".

After all, the "Inheritor" is a dark magic item, and it also incorporates the despair of a unicorn before its death—

This turned Tiera's "Heir" into the best Dark Magic item—

Extremely high magical affinity obtained by using a live unicorn as raw material.

The despair mingled with the unicorn's dying emotions made Tiera's "Successor" the perfect vessel for dark magic.

In addition, Tom Riddle's dedicated teaching over the past few months and the dark magic that Tyella unearthed from Tom Riddle's heart through the blessing of "knowledge".

Fiery Blaze, Killing Curse, Soul-Stealing Curse, Heart-Rending Curse, Rotting Curse, Burning Curse—

Except for your weapons, flames raged, you collapsed unconscious, all petrified, the flying curse stopped instantly, all curses ended—

There's also the spiritual fire Tiera learned from works like the Necronomicon, the R'lyeh Texts, and the Nameless Priestly Book; the Narctis Wall; soul transference; soul projection; and most importantly—

The evolution of black magic.

"Tierra, how did you know Lockhart's class would turn out like this?" Hermione suddenly asked during dinner after class.

“I have a gift for prophecy,” Tierra said.

"A talent for prophecy?" Harry asked.

Ron, who was studying hard next to him, also looked up.

"Oh? Really?" Hermione asked as if she had heard a particularly funny joke. "So what did you predict?"

“I see you can get first place in your age group this year,” Tierra said with a smile.

“I…” Hermione wanted to retort, but suddenly found herself unable to find any words to refute it—

She herself didn't believe in prophecies, but she couldn't refute them—

Because she really wanted to be number one.

So Hermione could only stammer and blush.

"Haha~" Tiera laughed easily, "Just kidding, I couldn't have predicted something that accurately."

“However…” Tyella suddenly grabbed Harry’s arm and said—

“I saw—you being chased by the ball—I also saw—” Tierra paused, “I also saw—your right hand, as soft as rubber—”

“You…you mean I might get injured in a Quidditch match?” Harry asked.

“Prophecy cannot be fully told, and words cannot be fully revealed—” Tiera said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense." Ron flipped through the test paper in front of him irritably—

These are all exam papers modified by Hermione based on her own notes.

“Can you predict what our confinement will be like?” Ron asked. “Hopefully not too strict—”

“Oh, that’s easy. Harry’s going to write back to the fans for Lockhart, and you’re going to clean the trophy room—” Tyella said.

Harry: ? ? ?
We agreed that the divination wouldn't be completely finished, and that the words wouldn't be spoken out completely.

Sure enough, their punishment was handed down a week later—

Just like Tierra said—

Harry went to write a letter to Gilderoy Lohari to his fans.

Ron then went to clean the trophy display room.

The accuracy of Tyrell's prophecy astonished Hermione, Harry, and Ron—

And there are Ron's twin brothers, George and Fred Weasley—

This shocked almost all the Gryffindor students.

At breakfast the next day, Neville Longbottom approached Thiella's seat with some awkwardness and nervousness.

“Hello, Neville, what can I do for you?” Tiera asked, closing the book.

“Hmm… that’s how it is, Tiera…” Neville said, “My memory orb has turned red again…”

"But I don't know what I've forgotten, Tiera, could you see if you could—"

“Let me interrupt you for a moment, Neville,” Tiera said. “I want you to understand one thing: prophecy is different from divination—” “Prophecy has excellent accuracy and randomness; I cannot guarantee what I will see.”

"You mean you can't help me find what I've forgotten?" Neville asked, somewhat frustrated.

“I can help you with prophecies, but I can’t necessarily predict what you want to know. Are you sure you want to try?” Tiera said.

“Hmm…hmm…” Neville hesitated.

“Prophesy for me, Tiera!” said Simofinegan, squeezing past Neville to stand in front of Tiera.

“I wonder if there will be any more fires in my Charms classes later—” Simonfinigan said.

“I told you, I can’t see things accurately,” Tierra said helplessly.

“Then just take a look at it for me,” Simon said.

“Okay.” Tierra extended his hand.

Simofnigan placed his hand on Tiera's palm—

But Tiera slapped her away.

"Who wants their palm read? Pay up!" Tierra said.

"Pay me?!" Ximo almost shouted. "Why do I have to pay you?!"

“This isn’t what I asked for,” Tiera said, giving Simofenegan a strange look. “You see, prophecy is a kind of magic, and magic—all evolves from rituals. Giving money is a ritual—”

Tierra made up a story: "This ritual represents the price you paid for knowing the future—"

"You've paid Galleons, which means fate will no longer demand a price from you—"

"You paid Galleons, which means that the future, as far as you know, cannot get worse—"

“Alright, alright,” Seamus said. “So, how much will it cost?”

“At least one Galleon,” Tiera said.

"A Galleon!?" Seamus couldn't help but exclaim—

"This is too expensive!"

“This is the price one must pay for knowing one’s destiny!” Tierra said. “Perhaps you wish it to manifest elsewhere, such as—”

Tiera removed the glove from his left hand, revealing to the crowd his little finger, which was nothing but bone.

A gasp of surprise came from the students watching nearby.

"Tierra, what happened to you?" Harry asked, holding Tierra's hand with concern.

“Last semester!” Tierra said, looking around. “I didn’t notice Professor Quirrell’s problem at the end of last semester. I predicted it!”

“I didn’t ask anyone for any payment! Instead, I went directly to investigate Quirrell and informed Professor Dumbledore,” Tierra said, showing the mutilated hand Harry was holding to the students watching around them.

“This is the price I pay for foreseeing the future, even though I haven’t changed anything—” Tiera said, “I must pay a price, and this price comes in an unexpected way—”

"During my summer vacation, the Fireball Spell I was practicing suddenly went out of control and burned off my little finger—"

“It’s impossible to restore it,” Tierra said.

“Fine, fine…” Simonfinigan reluctantly took out a Galleon and placed it on Tiera’s right hand.

Tiera blew a puff of air into the Galleon and then held it to her ear.

Sounds good!

A nice-sounding name means good money.

After putting the money in her pocket, Tierra coughed and rolled her eyes so wide that only the whites of her eyes were visible as she said:
"I saw it...I saw it..."

Then Tierra suddenly grabbed Simo's hand—

A slender, hair-like cursed worm silently peeked out from Tiera's sleeve, then scurried into Simofnigan's robes—

"I see... recently... this Thursday... you will catch a minor illness..."

"Illness...? Is it...is it serious?" Simofenegan asked anxiously.

"No, it comes and goes quickly. Drink plenty of hot water, keep warm, and you'll be fine after a night's sleep," Tiera said, rolling her eyes.

“Oh…” Simofenegan said with some disappointment, having spent a Galleon but not getting the information he wanted.

The fake prophet: slovenly appearance, vague prophecies, and eccentric personality.

The true master of prophecy: Lao Tzu's prophecies, Lao Tzu himself fulfilled!

Thank you

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(End of this chapter)