Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 174 Entering the Dream
After undergoing further checks at the North Sea Fortress, Dumbledore and Cornelius Fudge were finally allowed to board the Thestrals to Azkaban.

The Thestrals carriages are completely enclosed, with pitch-black walls from which you cannot see outside. Moreover, Tiera can assure you that these carriage walls are protected by special magic to prevent peeping.

The Thestrals flew for about thirty minutes after setting off before finally coming to rest on a stone platform. Tiera sensed that the Thestrals had likely taken a long detour during their flight; all those layers of protection clearly served only one purpose—

That was to prevent anyone from discovering Azkaban's location and causing a prison break—

But this didn't work on Tierra.

Since the "Inheritor" devoured Yog-Sothoth's gift, it has gained partial control over space, enabling it to arbitrarily alter, modify, and control it.

Marking the places she had been to in space was a piece of cake for Tiera.

So when Gilderoy Lohat stepped onto the rocky ground of Azkaban, Tiera knew—

This place already belongs to him.

I am Tiera, the uncrowned king of Azkaban.

I can use the prisoners here whenever I want.

But now...

“Mr. Lockhart…” Dumbledore suddenly leaned closer and said in a sinister tone behind “Giddy Lockhart,” “What are your thoughts on seeing the place that almost became the place where you would spend the rest of your life?”

“I have many thoughts.” Tiera quickly tugged at Gilderoy Lockhart’s joy, forcing him to adopt a worried expression. “I’ve been thinking a lot these past few days, deeply reflecting on my past mistakes…”

"Heh." Dumbledore glanced at Gilderoy Lockhart, then followed Cornelius Fudge through the gates of Azkaban.

Tierra: ...

So you just want to say something sarcastic to me, right?
"Jidrolohart" had no choice but to follow behind and walk through the large iron gate of Azkaban.

Azkaban is a giant triangular stone tower suspended above the sea, with Dementors resembling tattered garbage bags floating in the dim sky.

Legend has it that Azkaban originated in the 15th century, but it was not originally used as a prison; rather, it was a wizard's tower for a sorcerer who called himself Extis.

Extis was not famous in his lifetime, but his magic was extremely powerful. Extis studied the most evil black magic in the mage tower alone, and at the same time, he would lure, torture and kill Muggle sailors who passed by, and he took pleasure in doing so.

All the wizards believed he had gone insane. It wasn't until after his death, when the concealment charm he had cast lost its power, that the Ministry of Magic became aware of the island and the structure. Those who went to investigate afterwards only mentioned that the place was teeming with Dementors and refused to reveal any further details.

Tiera now knows why.

Even just standing on the platform, he could feel a chilling aura of pain emanating from the building beneath his feet—

Extis was not simply torturing Muggles for his own amusement.

This is clearly an attempt to accumulate painful emotions by abusing Muggles, and then use those painful emotions as a sacrifice, with this entire triangular building as an altar, to open a door to some other dimension!

—Tiera, who was proficient in ritual magic and had already mastered some spatial authority, could immediately make the judgment.

It must be a primary spiritual world similar to Hell. Dementors, monsters that only occupy the spiritual and mental dimensions, are resident creatures of that primary spiritual world. They escaped to the primary material world where Tiera and the others live through this dimensional rift.

There are many ways for a wizard to achieve immortality—

Besides crafting Philosopher's Stones and drinking elixirs of immortality, a wizard can also open a rift connecting to the main spiritual world through a special ritual, using the power of that main spiritual world to transform himself into a demon-like being. Therefore, when a wizard who has completed this transformation ages or dies, he can discard this physical body and be resurrected by transferring his body.

After emerging from the Thestrals, Fudge, Dumbledore, and Gilderoy Lockhart followed a pretty, round-faced young witch driving the carriage down through a small door on the highest level of Azkaban prison.

“We won’t leave Aurors to guard Azkaban Tower. Instead, we’ve built six North Sea fortresses around it, jointly guarded by the Ministries of Magic of six countries, including the British Ministry of Magic. We’ll have to patrol there every morning, noon, and evening when we deliver meals,” the round-faced witch explained as she walked.

The four wizards walked for a few minutes, reaching roughly the seventh level of the tower descending from the top, and stopped in front of a cell.

Inside the cell was a pale-faced, filthy, and tattered woman, chained up all over.

“Bellatrix Lestrange!” The round-faced witch banged her wand against the iron bars of the cell without any politeness.

"You stinking shit, get over here!" the round-faced witch shouted rudely.

……

Meanwhile, in an office of the Department of Magical Law Enforcement on the second basement level of the British Ministry of Magic.

Dolores Umbridge, the Senior Undersecretary of the Ministry of Magic, was lying upright on the sofa in her office, with Tyella sitting next to her.

Umbridge wanted to use Legilimency on Tyella to extract secrets about Lockhart and Voldemort from her mind, thereby increasing her political capital.

But Tiera grabbed a chair and knocked him down in one move.

“No wonder Gandalf prefers melee combat. It’s much better than a wand.” After taking down Umbridge, Tyella pulled a chair next to the sofa in her office, waved her wand, placed the unconscious Umbridge on the sofa, and then cast a sleeping spell on her.

After Umbridge fell into a deep sleep, Tyrell held her wand in one hand, used Legilimency on her, and touched her forehead with the other. Then Tyrell spoke in the softest of voices:
"Now... now, I hope you will listen carefully to what I am saying, and clear your mind of everything else..."

"...I hope you feel comfortable and relaxed, and keep your mind at peace. Don't think about anything except what I'm saying..."

"...You feel your arms and legs are very heavy, right? Relax your arms, relax your legs, relax, relax your whole body..."

"...Relax your leg muscles, relax your arm muscles, relax your whole body..."

"You will feel more relaxed... more comfortable... more relaxed... more comfortable..."

"...You feel very light, very light, like a feather..."

"...Like a feather...like a feather passing through layers of clouds...passing through layers of clouds...falling into your dream...falling into the deepest, most beautiful dream in your heart..."

As Umbridge drifted into a dream, an image flashed before Tiera's eyes—

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