Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 175 First Exploration of the Dream Realm

Tiera saw—

Seeing Umbridge in her dream dressed as the Queen of England in her robes and crown, sitting on the Ministry of Magic's judgment seat adorned with gold, jewels, and fluffy pink fur.

“Guilty!” Umbridge shouted in a high-pitched voice, slamming his gavel—made of human hand and skull bones—on the table.

"Guilty!" Umbridge shouted again, chuckling as he tapped the judge's gavel on the table.

"I declare Voldemort guilty!" Umbridge shouted arrogantly, laughing like a fat clown at the empty trial room.

"You crave power?"

Suddenly, a faint voice came from above Umbridge's head.

Umbridge, sitting on the judge's bench, suddenly paused, as if she had suddenly woken up. Her face contorted and twisted with rage, and she looked around with a vicious growl like a rabid dog.

"Who? Who's there?" Umbridge barked wildly at the surroundings.

With his dream shattered, Umbridge should, in theory, be refreshed.

However, Tiera's hand remained pressed against Umbridge's forehead, not only to probe her thoughts but also to continuously cast a sleeping curse upon her.

Despite being conscious, Umbridge's body remained asleep, plunging him into a strange, light sleep.

In his light sleep, Umbridge becomes even more ferocious and irrational, like a bulldog stripped of all its rationality, leaving only ambition, greed, and incomprehensible brutality.

As that voice appeared, everything around us shattered instantly, like a dreamlike bubble.

Everything in the dream vanished; the judgment seat made of gold jewels and pink fluff, and the Queen of England-like attire, turned into bubbles.

Umbridge, dressed in the same clothes she wore in reality, stood in the middle of the gray wilderness.

"Who are you?" Umbridge roared again.

"Who I am is not important, all you need to know is that I can bring you power."

—Tiera said softly, sitting in Umbridge's office in the real world.

Now, Tyella has one hand on Umbridge's head and the other holding a wand pointed at her. From Tyella's body extends another tentacle, carrying a large, thick book—

The Necronomicon

Tiera is reading the pages of the Necronomicon's Fantasy Lands chapter.

The Necronomicon contains a wealth of knowledge, including, naturally, the method of entering Kadas from the dream world.

Tiera dared not try it himself. If he entered with only his dream form, his only reliance would be the seven layers of mental walls that were about to take shape.

However, if you enter the dream world from the interface of the real world.

Tiera can rely on the "Inheritor" bestowed by Yog-Sothoth, or on the "Parasit" fused with Shub-Niggurath.

To put it simply, as long as Tiera enters the Dream Realm in her physical body and doesn't encounter any powerful Ancient Gods or Great Old Ones above the fifth dimension, she has a chance of survival.

but--

That doesn't stop Tiera from testing the waters with this ugly toad first.

Why did you choose the path to hell when there was one available?

Since we've already cracked down on corruption, let's just accept our fate.

"Keep moving forward, keep moving forward," Tiera's voice echoed in my dream.

"Come out! Get out here!" Umbridge roared furiously in the dream, but her feet, as Tiera had instructed, strode forward—

This wasn't even some advanced magic, just a common hypnotic technique. However, given the vast difference in mental strength between Tiera and Umbridge, this ordinary hypnotic technique had an effect akin to the Imperius Curse—

This is one of the benefits of having strong mental power. If Tiera were to completely open up her mental dimension and let it influence the world around her, every word she spoke would have a hypnotic effect.

Tiera continued to influence Umbridge's dreams in her light sleep state with a huge difference in mental power, and then used "spying" magic to simultaneously gain Umbridge's vision through direct physical contact.

Then, using Legilimency, he monitored Umbridge from a third-person perspective. Umbridge walked across the gray, desolate plains, cursing and swearing.

Umbridge quickly reached the edge of the shallow dream.

It was a huge, deep, and dark cliff.

Looking out over the cliff, a gray, desolate expanse stretched out beyond, and the depths below seemed bottomless.

"Use your imagination."

Tiera then commanded—

"Use your imagination, there is a stone staircase leading down the cliff."

"It's gold!" Umbridge suddenly exclaimed. "I want the golden staircase!"

Tierra: ...

Even when death is imminent, they still think about wealth and glory.

"I want a golden staircase, inlaid with red and blue gemstones, covered with a pink plush carpet, and the handrails..." Umbridge rambled on and on—

As Umbridge imagined, a hazy sea of ​​fog surged, and a magnificent golden staircase appeared on the edge of the cliff.

As Umbridge had described, the staircase was made of pure gold and inlaid with red and blue gemstones, with soft pink velvet carpets covering the steps.

Meanwhile, Umbridge once again donned the Queen's dress and crown.

Tierra: ...

I almost ordered you to jump right down.

Surprisingly, that old hag Umbridge has pretty good mental strength.

At least in terms of mental strength, he has a little bit of talent.

The reappearance of the Queen's crown and dress on Umbridge symbolizes her gradual reclaiming of dominance over the dream world.

Just now, in order to allow Umbridge to imagine a staircase leading to the abyss of dreams, Tiera slightly loosened her control over Umbridge—

Let her imagine for herself a staircase leading down to the bottom of her dream.

The limited power granted by Tiera caused Umbridge to subconsciously begin to rebel against Tiera's control.

However, it was of no use.

With just a thought from Tiera, the Queen of England's crown and dress on Umbridge vanished.

Tierra smiled and said, "Up the stairs—"

Suddenly, Tyella's smile froze, because on the other side, inside Azkaban's prison—

“Since you haven’t gotten anything out of me,” Dumbledore said, stroking his beard, “then let’s hurry back. The cold, damp sea breeze here isn’t very friendly to my old bones. Or do you want to stay here for a long time?”

Damn, I almost got that old hag Umbridge up the seventy steps to the Cave of Flames.

Gilderoy Lockhart had already finished questioning Bellatrix Rustrange, and now with Dumbledore's statement, even the questioning of Sirius had to come to an end when there was really nothing left to say.

Perhaps because they had stayed in Azkaban for too long, the two cousins ​​were both incredibly crazy.

Bellatrix Rustrange's madness is a self-talking madness; she talks about everything but never gets to the point.

Sirius Black's madness was a silent madness. No matter what Gilderoy Lockhart asked, Sirius Black sat silently in his cell like a mushroom, only coldly and calmly watching Dumbledore standing behind Gilderoy Lockhart with his deep gray eyes.

Perhaps fearing that Gilderoy Lockhart might have some other purpose in coming to Azkaban, Dumbledore began urging him to leave after seeing that he had gained nothing.

"I've asked all the questions. I haven't gotten anything out of it."

Helpless, Gilderoy Lockhart had no choice but to get up and leave. Meanwhile, on the other side, Tiera had to exit Umbridge's dream and begin using the Oblivion Charm to weave memories for her.

(End of this chapter)