Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 120 "The Parasite"

"Ah—" A huge face made of black mist roared as it emerged from the flames.

It's like throwing a piece of cesium and sodium into boiling water—

The Ravenclaw tiara, draped over the phoenix's tail feathers, exploded instantly, engulfing the screaming face. Chaos and violent flames were about to spread in all directions—

However, this firestorm was quickly contained by the three magical materials on the divine triangle—

Attracted by the feathers of the Thunderbird, the bird-shaped man-eating monster, and the snakebird, three fiery serpents lunged at the three feathers, igniting the golden triangular frame, the bronze candlestick, and the flowing, bright silver liquid—

This bought Tiera and the "Inheritors" valuable time to react.

Tiera, holding an ancient wooden staff in one hand, suppressed the three flames alongside the "Inheritor," while her other hand reached out towards the point of explosion at the center of the divine triangle—

Tiera felt half of her magic power vanish instantly.

This was the most energy-consuming time he had ever used the cursed worm.

But the effect was also remarkable. Countless red, gold, and bright blue worms poked their heads out from the flames, and the scorching sea of ​​fire was gradually covered with a layer of worms.

The raging, violent flames subsided slightly.

It turned into a swarm of worms covering the entire ritual altar.

"Ah—" As the three flames were gradually transformed into cursed worms by Tiera, Voldemort's remnant soul, scorched by the fires of matter, mind, and spirit, slowly raised its head, roaring furiously and cruelly. Deep black mist transformed into a pair of enormous, evil bone claws, crawling with countless worms, about to grab Tiera—

But the "inheritor" began chanting ancient and obscure incantations, his short, slender limbs and pyramid-shaped, bulky body waving his wand in mid-air.

And Tierra—

"Whoosh~" Tiera gently blew a breath at the giant bone hand.

The phoenix tail feathers standing at the center of the divine triangle suddenly lit up, and a second wave of spiritual fire, spiritual fire, and material fire burned, fueled by the phoenix tail feathers—

Tiera used the "Sacrifice" spell from flesh magic, sacrificing a portion of her soul, flesh, and magic to briefly activate the life force of the phoenix tail feathers and connect them to herself.

At this moment, Tiera felt as if he were being burned by three flames; immense pain overwhelmed all his senses.

Thoughts stagnate, vision blurs, sounds fade away—

However, the black mist bone claws, the remnant soul of Voldemort, also stood frozen in front of Tiera—

Because a thin layer of human skin suddenly flew out from the seamless extension pouch at Tiera's waist, blocking the bone claws between Tiera and herself—

The human skin suddenly expanded, transforming into a curtain that covered the entire ceremony—

Countless worms emerged from the ritual, attached themselves, and merged into Tiera's first molt—

Tiera's molted skin gradually changed color, turning towards a golden-red hue—

Freed from the worm's suppression, the three flames regained the upper hand, instantly clinging to every corner of Voldemort's black soul.

"Ah—" Voldemort let out a scream, and his outstretched bone claws curled back.

After enduring the initial pain, Tiera raised her hand again and reached out to grab—

Countless worms were born from the flames.

The flames and the worms have always maintained a dynamic balance—

The worms appeared not too quickly to extinguish the flames, nor too slowly to cause them to spiral out of control.

But fuel will eventually run out—

The black mist formed from Voldemort's soul grew thinner and weaker.

At that moment, a tiny, dazzling, and bright bead of light emerged from the burning phoenix tail feathers, radiating immense attraction—

The storm swept through the entire ceremony like a raging wind or torrential rain.

The black mist, formed from Voldemort's remnant soul, reignited with three kinds of flames, which then transformed into worms and converged towards the point of light.

Countless worms, a golden triangle, three bronze candlesticks, a triangle of silvery liquid—

And there was a golden-red curtain hanging over the ceremony—

They continuously converged towards the center, undergoing a qualitative change, and finally fused into a fist-sized ball of light.

The ball of light suddenly exploded—

An invisible wave spread outwards, and a fierce gust of wind, carrying countless charred metal fragments, swept in all directions—

Having just endured immense pain, Tiera was thrown back by the shockwave and fell to the ground. The Inheritor was also slammed onto a cabinet at the edge of the open space, reverting to its form as a thick book.

Tiera quickly rose, and in the epicenter of the explosion, above the black crater and countless charred debris, floated a bright red robe covered in golden threads—this robe was unlike ordinary wizard robes; it resembled more of a papal robe.

Tierra's "Life Reconstruction" resulted in a wizard's robe with two layers in total—

The first layer is a missionary robe with a narrow waist, wide sleeves, and a wide hem, with a black base and a unique pattern embroidered in silver thread around the cuffs and collar.

The second layer was a huge red and gold shawl extending from the shoulders of the missionary's robes, draped down to the knees of the robes like a giant cloak—

The shawl's vibrant red base shimmered like flames, with countless golden threads forming mysterious characters and patterns that constantly shifted and twisted across its fiery surface.

With a thought, Tiera summoned the papal robes, which flew down from the ruins and landed on her.

The papal robes were designed for Tiera based on his adult height and weight, but when they fell on him now, they automatically shrunk and fit Tiera's body perfectly.

Tiera touched her robes—

Soft and smooth

Suddenly, the robes transformed into layers of worms, as if Tiera were wearing a garment composed of countless worms—

Each worm, large or small, according to Tiera's will, stretched towards the ground or the surrounding pile of debris, picking up magical items and pulling them to Tiera's presence.

Tiera nodded in satisfaction and then tested the robe's other functions—

All the worms instantly turned into mottled flames, making it look as if Tiera was wearing a cloak of flames.

Tiera extinguished the flames and transformed her robes into the wizarding attire she usually wore.

A wizard's robe was rolled up and wrapped around Tiera, slowly changing and transforming—

It turned into a python—

The python turned into a sparrow again—

Then it turned into cats, dogs, horses, lizards, frogs, even scorpions, flying insects, and beetles—

She eventually turned back into Tiera.

Tiera nodded in satisfaction.

“From now on, I’ll call you…” Tiera thought for a moment and said, “I’ll call you Parasite.”

Tierra didn't shed the "parasite," but instead tried out its other function—

Tierra is like a painting that is gradually fading in color—

Colors flowed towards the "parasite," and eventually even the lines disappeared little by little—

Only one "parasite" remained, floating in mid-air.

The "parasite" folded itself up in mid-air, then unfolded itself, then rolled itself into a ball, and then unfolded itself again—

Finally, in a humane gesture, he raised his sleeve and circled it around the empty collar—

“This form is truly essential for murder and robbery, for home and travel, and for scheming,” Tiera’s voice came from the “parasite.”

Then the "parasite" raised its sleeve and waved it at the "inheritor".

The "Successor" flew over.

The "parasite" then unbuttoned his missionary robes and spread them out like a piece of cloth over the open ground.

"A universe hidden in a sleeve—" Tiera quipped playfully.

"Experiments in Magic with Muggles and Mudbloods," Tom Riddle's diary wrapped in the Yoggs Garb, and the pile of tattered scrap metal all seemed to be drawn in by some inexplicable force into its empty cavity.

Then, the "parasite" whistled as it carried the "inheritor" out of the House of Requirement.

Neither the "inheritor" nor the "parasite" intended to take the stairs; instead, they flew out of a window on the eighth floor.

Then it slid a few meters to the side and flew directly into its dormitory room through one of the tower's windows.

The dormitory was empty at this moment.

Even Raven flew off to hang out with the ravens at school—

Only a fat yellow mouse was fast asleep in Ron's bed.

Tiera quietly placed the miscellaneous items wrapped inside the "parasite" on the carpet in the dormitory before revealing herself inside the parasite.

I'm releasing two chapters today because I felt it would be difficult to separate them.
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(End of this chapter)