Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 280 Laboratory

That night, Tyrell, Harry, Ron, Hermione, and everyone else only slept for a few hours before Mr. Weasley woke them up in the early hours of the morning.

Last night, when Tiera went to sleep, she had the "parasite" stay in the sleeping bag pretending to be asleep, while his real body silently returned to the library through Merlin's ring.

Tiera left the library and went into a huge stone house next door, built of hard black rock.

This is his laboratory.

Or rather... it was his and Slytherin's shared laboratory.

At the end of last semester, his plan to escape the spiritual dimension bestowed by Nyarlathotep and plunder the spiritual dimension of HWHY went smoothly. Tiera used her authority over "life" to restore part of Salazar Slytherin's consciousness, who had been turned into a basilisk, and left him and Dobby on this uninhabited planet after the plan was completed.

Dobby can occasionally leave the planet to return to wizarding society to buy things or travel around, but Slytherin, due to their strange appearance, can only stay on this uninhabited planet.

The books in the Tierra Library are not the kind of leisure books that you can casually browse when you have nothing to do.

So, out of boredom, the Potions Master and Dark Arts Master Salazar Slytherin had no choice but to build his own Potions Laboratory on an empty lot next to the library.

Of course, after the laboratory was built, Tierra's demands naturally took a place.

Although Slytherin was unhappy with Tyella's usurpation of their position, they had no choice but to accept it, knowing that the other was stronger.

After returning to the uninhabited planet, Tiera went straight to her own laboratory tables in the lab.

“Your Adam and Eve are right there.” Slytherin pointed with his head down after seeing Tyella appear. “I’ve taken care of everything for you.”

Tierra followed Slytherin's gaze and saw a young brown-haired wizard and a young blonde-haired witch lying stiffly on two rough stone platforms.

On the stone cabinet to the right of the two stone platforms is a cylindrical glass jar that is more than half a person tall, the kind of glass jar used in biological laboratories to preserve specimens or pickle vegetables.

Inside the glass jar was a white skeleton, slightly larger than a swan.

To be precise, it's a semi-skeleton.

The object soaking in the glass jar has only a white skeleton on the left half, while the right half is the image of a large bird covered with golden and red feathers.

At the very edge of the great bird's skeleton, where flesh and blood met, a tiny flame, as small as a match, burned—

Tierra attempted to construct her own phoenix using the phoenix skeleton from the Black family vault, Fawkes' right wing and right foot from the Gringotts vault, a trace of divine fire, and the elixir of immortality she had secretly obtained from Nicholas Lemaire.

Tierra has succeeded halfway.

Under the power of the divine fire, he successfully fused Fox's flesh, feathers, and bones with the phoenix skeleton in the Black family vault, and activated the phoenix's life force.

This is the record of Tyrell's ascension to godhood.

Instead of going through the ritual of becoming a god, they directly plundered and occupied the phoenix's divine dimension, thus evolving themselves into a four-dimensional being.

Unfortunately, perhaps because the divine fire that Tiera intercepted was too small, it was not enough to fully revive the phoenix. It was only half revived before it was almost exhausted, and the divine fire rapidly declined.

At this rate, even if Tiera eventually resurrects the phoenix's flesh and blood, it will only be a three-dimensional bird with phoenix characteristics.

It does not possess a divine dimension.

Therefore, Tiera had no choice but to soak the not-fully-resurrected phoenix in the elixir of immortality, using the faint power from the divine dimension within the elixir as fuel to sustain the already precarious divine flame.

Tierra bent down to examine the phoenix inside the glass jar before standing up.

“Sigh…” Tiera sighed, “The little bit of elixir of immortality that I’ve managed to get from Chenik Lemour is almost gone. We need to start brewing a new one as soon as possible.”

The elixir of immortality currently soaking in the glass jar was all taken by Thiera from Nicholas Lemès's daily diet—

During his time living in Nicholas Lemaire's alchemy hut, Lemaire would give Thiera a jar of elixir of immortality every three days and watch him drink it.

At first, Tyella obediently drank it, but as time went on, she couldn't help but start to have wicked thoughts:
Before each dose of the elixir of immortality, Tiera would swallow a glass jar beforehand. This way, while drinking the elixir, Tiera only needed to consciously control her posture to easily let the elixir flow into the glass jar in her stomach. When no one was around, she would take the jar out.

Using this technique, Tierra saved about five liters of the elixir of immortality.

"Okay, I'll make it when I have time. Remember to prepare the ingredients for me." Slytherin looked up from his workbench, picked up a pair of sunglasses, put them on, and then slithered over, his snake tail undulating around him. "What kind of experiment are you planning to do this time?"

“An experiment to create an artificial life form.” Tiera walked over and placed her left hand on the wizard’s navel. Immediately, his left arm writhed, and a tentacle detached from his arm and burrowed into the wizard’s body through his navel. “I want to know if I’m still considered a person now,” Tiera said.

……

After everyone had gotten up, Mr. Weasley used magic to pack up the tent and put it in his backpack. Then they left the camp as quickly as possible and saw Mr. Roberts standing at the door of his little stone house on the way.

Mr. Roberts looked strange and dazed. He waved goodbye to them and mumbled "Merry Christmas."

“He’ll be fine,” Mr. Weasley said as they strode toward the swamp. “Sometimes, when a person’s memory is altered, he becomes a little confused for a while… especially since they’re trying to make him forget something so important.”

As they approached the place where the door key was kept, they heard many people making a hurried commotion.

As they walked a little further, they found a large group of wizards surrounding Basil, the gatekeeper, all clamoring to leave the camp as soon as possible.

Mr. Weasley and Basil discussed it briefly, and then everyone joined the line. Finally, before sunrise, they received an old tire that they could use to return to Weasel Mountain.

In the dim light of dawn, they walked through the village of Autri-Saint-Cachipol, along the wet path toward the Burrow.

Everyone spoke very little along the way because they were all tired, hungry, and sleepy.

They turned a corner, and the humble dwelling suddenly appeared before them, a shout coming from the path.

"Oh, thank God, thank God!"

Mrs. Weasley, who had evidently been waiting for them in the front yard, came running towards them, still wearing her bedroom slippers.

Mrs. Weasley was pale and nervous, clutching a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet.

“Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! I’m so worried! So worried—” Mrs. Weasley cried out, her voice growing louder with each shout.

She grabbed Mr. Weasley by the neck, and the Daily Prophet slipped from her limp hands to the ground.

“You’re all alright,” Mrs. Weasley murmured, still shaken, releasing Mr. Weasley and looking at them one by one with her red eyes. “You’re all alive… oh, son…”

To everyone's surprise, she grabbed Fred and George and gave them a tight hug.

She used too much force, and the twins' heads collided with a "thud".

"Ouch! Mom! You're going to strangle us—"

“I yelled at you before you left!” Mrs. Weasley said, bursting into tears. “I’ve been thinking about it ever since! What if the Mysterious Man takes you away, and the last thing I said to you was that you didn’t do well on your OWLs exams! Oh, Fred… George…”

"Alright, alright, Molly, we're all safe and sound," Mr. Weasley reassured her, pulling the twins from her arms and leading her into the house.

“Bill,” he said in a low voice, “pick up that newspaper, I want to see what it says…”

They all squeezed into the cramped kitchen, and Tyrell quickly made Mrs. Weasley a strong cup of tea with four sugar cubes.

As he was serving it, Mr. Weasley casually poured in a little Ogden aged whiskey.

“Molly prefers wine to sugar,” Mr. Weasley said, blinking, taking the teacup from Tierra and placing it in front of Mrs. Weasley.

Then Bill handed the newspaper to his father.

Mr. Weasley glanced quickly at the first edition, while Percy looked over his shoulder.

“I knew it would be like this,” Mr. Weasley said gravely. “The Ministry of Magic is in a panic… the criminals haven’t been caught… the law is lax… dark wizards are at large… a disgrace to the nation… who wrote this? Ah… naturally, it was her… Rita Skeeter!”

“That woman is deliberately going against the Ministry of Magic!” Percy said angrily. “Last week she said we should have focused all our efforts on eradicating vampires, but instead we were nitpicking about the thickness of the cauldron, wasting time! Doesn’t section twelve of the Standards for the Treatment of Non-Wizards as Half-Humans specifically state—”

"Come on, Percy," Bill said, yawning, "and stop talking."

“Mrs. Weasley,” Harry suddenly asked, “has Hedwig sent me any news?”

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