Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 195 Prophet

Tierra woke up slowly in her hospital bed at the university hospital.

He was just exhausted, not suffering from any terminal illness. In addition, his body, which had been transformed into an extremely powerful form by flesh magic, actually woke up after Madam Pomfrey fed him several bowls of tonics.

But Tierra was still lying in bed at 3:30 pm—

Because as soon as Tiera regained consciousness, she immediately sensed through her thermal senses that a heat source shaped like an old man with a white beard was sitting next to her—

Clearly, Dumbledore, who loved his students like his own children, came to see him.

So Tyrell thought about it and decided to take a nap first, and wake up after Dumbledore left.

However, even after Tyra had taken a nap and woken up, Dumbledore still wouldn't leave, so Tyra had no choice but to keep sleeping and sleeping and sleeping...

Tiera slept until Draco Malfoy groaned as he was taken to the university hospital. Feeling she couldn't keep up the act any longer, she slowly opened her eyes and groggily woke up.

Then he saw Dumbledore staring at him with wide eyes—

It was like seeing a ghost.

"How are you feeling, Tierra?" But soon, Dumbledore put on a kind expression and asked with concern, "Here, have some water."

Dumbledore picked up a pillow from the empty bed next to him, then helped Tyrell sit up. He poured a glass of warm water from the bedside table and brought it to Tyrell's lips.

"Oh... thank you, thank you, Headmaster." Tierra took an awkward sip of water.

Wait a minute, this water... why isn't there any truth serum added?
So what was Dumbledore trying to do by being so attentive?

"I heard from Sybil that you fainted during your Divination class. Did you make another prophecy?" Dumbledore asked softly after putting his water glass back on the bedside table.

“Um…no…no…I don’t know,” Tiera said. “I can’t be sure…I…the scene I saw was too fast, too quick…I…I didn’t capture it…I…”

As she spoke, Tiera began to breathe heavily again, clutching her head and groaning in pain—

"Don't rush, don't rush," Dumbledore said, gently patting Tyella's back.

"Is it related to... Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked again after Tierra had calmed down.

“I…I don’t know…” Tiera said, “I…I only know that I seemed to be in a graveyard, and then…and then I was so scared…I, I forgot…”

“Alright, alright… don’t rush me…” Dumbledore said, patting Tierra on the back. “You should rest now. I won’t force you.”

“But if possible…” Dumbledore reached out and patted Tyrell’s head, then bent down slightly, looking Tyrell straight in the eyes, and said, “I still hope you can remember your prophecy…”

When Tyrell's eyes met Dumbledore's, she felt no sense of being spied on—

Tiera's mental walls remained as solid as a mountain, and she felt nothing, not even the slightest breeze.

However, the "peeping" magic brought Tyrell into Dumbledore's inner world—

This was the first time Tyrell had gleaned a message from her eye contact with Dumbledore.

In the past, when Tyrell's "spying" magic faced Dumbledore, it could only reveal a false fog.

Tyrell knew that this was the effect of Dumbledore's Occlumency.

But today, undisguised emotion burst forth from Dumbledore's eyes—

Pain, confusion, and sorrow surged in Dumbledore's eyes like a vast ocean—

Tierra seemed to see Grindelwald in Dumbledore's eyes.

I saw Godric's Valley the summer I was sixteen—

I saw two children who had tasted the vicissitudes of life at a young age become fast friends.

I witnessed the parting of ways that occurred during our youth.

I witnessed the epic duel in their middle age.

We saw Dumbledore reminiscing about the past—

I also witnessed conflict and rupture. I also saw all the memories and beautiful secrets, after a century of aging and fermentation, finally turn into a cup of unforgettable bitter wine.

The bitter taste lingered in Dumbledore's heart; it was both the source of his power and his prison.

Now, through the "peeping" magic, Tierra is also tasting that bitter flavor.

"Ahem..." Dumbledore coughed a few times to cover his lapse in composure, discreetly averting his gaze, then pulled a round object from his wizard's robes and placed it on the cabinet next to Tyrell's bed—

It was a round skull, not much larger than Dumbledore's hand. The skull was missing its lower jaw, and even the upper teeth were somewhat missing. On the bare skull, from top to bottom, was carved a faded "X", the German phrase "For Greater Good", the year 1898, and two crossed olive leaves.

A round hole was made above the right eye of the skull, at the top of the head, and a soft rubber tube extended forward from the back of the skull's head.

Tierra: ...

Wait, why does this thing look so familiar?
Isn't this your ex-boyfriend's stuff?

What are you doing to me?

But... this thing must be worth a lot of money.

"Sigh..." Dumbledore sighed, stroked Tiara's hair, his aged hand gently tracing Tiara's right cheek, and then slowly stood up. "You should rest well, I won't disturb you any longer."

“But Tyella, remember this: you are now a mature prophet,” Dumbledore said. “You must learn to use your prophetic abilities wisely. It is a gift; use it well and take responsibility for it.”

"I won't force you. When you've thought it through, come find me, and I'll teach you how to control your abilities."

After saying that, Dumbledore patted Tyrell on the shoulder and then walked out of the university hospital.

Tierra stared at Dumbledore's retreating figure with a bewildered expression.

What kind of trouble is that old geezer up to now?

Not long after Dumbledore left, Tyrell took the skull-shaped tobacco pouch Dumbledore had given her, then put on her shoes and got out of bed—

The school hospital was empty at the moment, and Mrs. Pomfrey was bandaging Draco Malfoy's wounds and administering medication next to his bed.

Draco Malfoy saw Tyrell and seemed to want to sneer at her, but his smile froze on his face.

Tierra rolled her eyes, ignoring the little brat completely, and walked past Malfoy's bed without even glancing at him before leaving the school hospital.

From Malfoy's injuries, Tiera could tell that Hagrid's Magical Creatures Protection Class had, just like in the original story, run into serious trouble.

"What a pity," Tierra shook his head. "It's a shame I slept until the afternoon at the school hospital. Otherwise, if I had been in Hagrid's class, I would have definitely beaten Malfoy to a pulp."

"Tiera! You're awake?"

Harry's voice came from downstairs. It was clear that they had rushed over as soon as get out of class ended, and they were still holding the "Monster Book of Monsters" in their hands.

Three young wizards were running up from the first floor when Tierra met them on the stairs.

The three young wizards were initially overjoyed, but when they met Tyella, their smiles suddenly turned to surprise—

"What happened to your eyes?" Harry asked.

"Eyes?" Tierra asked, puzzled. "What's wrong with my eyes?"

At that moment, Hermione took a mirror out of her bag and handed it to Tyella.

Tierra took the mirror and looked at herself—

Hmm... I'm still as handsome as ever.

Tierra's left eye still had a normal black pupil, but the pupil of his right eye—

But it turned into a near-pure gold color.

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