Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 187 Peter Pettigrew's Happy Life
“That reminds me,” Hermione said. “You forgot about Scabbers’ tonic. Luckily, Tierra bought it for you.”

"Here you go." Tiera handed the red bottle to Ron, saying, "Give it to him now. The sooner you give him this tonic, the better it will be, right?"

"Oh... okay..." Ron took the tonic and opened the bottle—

"Why...why does it smell like blood?" Ron said, his nose twitching.

“Bitter medicine is good for you,” Tiera said. “Quickly, feed it to him. If it doesn’t work, I can ask her for a refund.”

"Okay, okay." Ron gently held the bottle opening to Blister's mouth, while simultaneously pinching the back of Blister's neck with his other hand—

Amidst Banban's pitiful screams and desperate struggles, the bottle of "tonic" was forced down his throat and into his stomach.

After watching her blood being poured into Peter Pettigrew's mouth, Tierra smiled—

It became.

After Tyra got the potion from the witch at the Magical Zoo, while Hermione was haggling with the witch, Tyra secretly poured the potion from the bottle into the rat cage in her hand, then made a blood vessel on her finger burst and let some of her blood in.

If all goes well, Peter Pettigrew should already be at Riddle's ancestral home in Little Hangletonshire by this time next year, helping Voldemort plan his resurrection.

Tiera, who possesses the "parasite," is more than just a master of flesh and blood magic—

He is the god of flesh and blood magic who walks on Earth!
Rather than having just any Death Eater offer up the flesh and blood of Voldemort's servant, Tierra preferred to uphold the original verdict and have Peter Pettigrew cut off his own hand.

Feeding Peter Pettigrew's mouth with fresh blood was only the first step, in order to better control Peter Pettigrew.

Tiera will conduct the next stage of modification and flesh-integration on Peter Pettigrew in the third year, ensuring that a sufficient amount of her own flesh and blood is mixed into Peter Pettigrew's body.

To ensure that a sufficient amount of his own flesh and blood were mixed into Voldemort's body—

The amount was sufficient for Tiera to influence, control, and even puppet Voldemort.

After drinking Tierra's blood, Peter Pettigrew seemed a little better, but he was still lying limply in Ron's hands.

"Spotlight!?" Ron exclaimed anxiously, "What happened to Spotlight?"

Tierra controlled Scabbers to yawn.

“He’s probably sleepy,” Tierra said, then naturally reached out to Peter Pettigrew.

Tierra controlled Pettigrew, making him extend his two short front paws to hold her fingers, and then Tierra naturally lifted Pettigrew from Ron's palm.

“I’ll put him with his kind,” Tiera said, opening her mental dimension. “He’ll be more relaxed with his companions, which will also help him absorb the tonic.”

“Hmm…oh…okay…” Ron said hesitantly.

But before Ron could finish speaking, Tyella had already opened the cage door and stuffed Peter Pettigrew inside.

After locking the cell door, Tiera silently and without a staff threw a silencing spell and a fertility spell into the cage.

The mother mouse in the cage became increasingly restless, and even Peter Pettigrew noticed that his unused toothpick was standing upright.

Then the cage was plunged into darkness—

Tierra lowered the black curtain with a subtle expression.

I've locked the cell door; nobody's leaving.

Anyway, Peter Pettigrew will be setting sail in less than a year—

Let's save a few seeds before that.

James got married and had a child when he was around twenty years old, which means that the little star who was in the same class as James is only in his thirties this year.

This is the time when a man is full of vigor and vitality.

As a man, you can't say no. I believe in you, Peter Pettigrew.

Thirteen beautiful women are ready for you; please begin your blissful life.

Come on.

After lowering the curtain, Tierra put the pet cage into her portable, seamless extension bag, and then walked back with Harry, Ron, and Hermione.

When they returned to the Leaky Cauldron, they found Mr. Weasley sitting at the bar, ordering a butterbeer and reading the Daily Prophet.

"Hey, Harry!" Arthur Weasley looked up and smiled. "And Tyella, Hermione, how are you?"

“Very good, sir, thank you,” Harry replied politely.

“And you, Tierra?” Arthur Weasley said with a smile. “Perhaps I should call you Mr. Lockhart? How has Gilderoy Lockhart been to you?”

“My father is very good to me,” Tiera said with a smile.

“That’s good, that’s good,” Arthur Weasley said.

While Tierra and Arthur Weasley were chatting, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat with Mr. Weasley, carrying the things they had bought.

Mr. Weasley put down his newspaper, and Harry saw Sirius Black staring at him in that familiar photograph.

"You haven't caught him yet?" Harry asked.

“No,” Mr. Weasley said, looking extremely serious. “At the ministry, they told us to drop everything and try to find him, but so far we haven’t had that luck.”

“If we catch him… will the Ministry of Magic give us a reward?” Harry asked.

“Don’t talk nonsense, Harry,” said Mr. Wesley, who looked closely at him and could see he was very nervous. “Black won’t be caught by a thirteen-year-old wizard. It will be the guards of Azkaban who will take him back. Remember me.”

Just then, Mrs. Weasley entered the pub. She was carrying many things she had bought, followed by the twins Fred and George, who would begin their fifth year at Hogwarts, along with the newly elected head of the boys' council, Percy, and the Weasleys' youngest child, their only daughter, Ginny.

Ginny has always liked Harry.

Tierra knew this very well; even without having read the original books, Ginny's admiration for Harry was already evident.

Furthermore, Ginny is Harry's main love interest in the original books, so I don't know why Ginny seems quite hostile towards me—

So when Tyrell saw Ginny approaching, he moved aside to make room between himself and Harry, then gestured for Ginny to sit down.

But Ginny didn't sit down.

Instead, her face turned bright red, she mumbled a "hello," didn't even look at Harry, and then ran away in small steps.

However, Percy Wesley—

The third son of the Weasleys solemnly extended his hand and shook it firmly as if he and Harry had never met before: "Harry, it's so good to see you."

“Hello, Percy,” Harry replied, but politely refrained from laughing.

“Hello, Tyella, it’s so nice to see you,” Percy said to Tyella again, then naturally sat down between Harry and Tyella.

“Tierra, our little wizard genius,” Percy said with a smile, “I have a small request… Could you help me get in touch with Mr. Lockhart? Tierra, as you know, I’m graduating soon, and if possible… I’d like him to write me a letter of recommendation.”

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