Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 451 Hellfire Machine Tiera
"Do you mind if they disappear for a while?" Tierra turned to look at James and Lily Potter.

After exchanging a glance, the phantoms of James Potter and Lily Potter gradually disappeared from Harry's sight.

“Don’t believe them, Harry,” Tyella said with a laugh. “Do you remember what the Tales of Beedle the Bard say?”

“The Resurrection Stone is Death’s trap,” Tiera said with a smile. “The dead it summons will only drive the holder of the Resurrection Stone insane and gradually…lead them to their death.”

“I…I…you, you…but, but…” Harry said, somewhat at a loss.

"What's wrong with Harry? Harry?" Hermione asked anxiously from the side. "Harry!"

As she spoke, Hermione shook Harry's shoulder.

"It's Tierra... Tierra is here!" Harry exclaimed excitedly. "We did it..."

"Where? Where?" Hermione asked, looking around.

Ron and Neville were also looking around.

“It’s a little inconvenient to talk like this,” Tiera said with a smile, then walked toward the mirrored wall next to her.

"Where are you going?" Harry anxiously reached out, trying to grab Tyella.

But Harry's hand slipped through Tierra's robes and grasped nothing but air.

Tierra walked into the mirror—

“Now…” Tiera’s voice echoed in the empty room, “you should all be able to see me now—”

Ron, Hermione, and Neville turned their heads in the direction of the voice and looked at the huge mirror behind them.

Besides Harry, Ron, Hermione, and Neville, there was another person reflected in the mirror—someone they all knew intimately, but who should already be dead—

“Lift, lift, lift, lift, lift…” Neville was so frightened that he trembled and “lifted” five times in a row.

Ron and Hermione were also shocked.

“Ron, Hermione, and Neville,” Tierra said, opening her arms. “My friends, it’s been a long time.”

"Tiera, you, you, you, you..." Hermione's eyes widened, as if she couldn't believe it.

"What? Are you so surprised to see me?" Tiera said with a smile. "Don't you already know about Professor Trelawney's prophecy? Shouldn't you already understand the purpose of the Resurrection Stone?"

“Yes…yes, but…but…but…” Ron said, “but this is…just too unbelievable…”

“What’s so unbelievable?” Tierra said with a laugh.

“Wait, wait!” Hermione suddenly said, “How can I be sure you’re Tyella?”

"Hermione, what do you mean?" Harry asked, puzzled. "Isn't he Tyella or who else?"

“I’ve read The Tales of Beedle the Bard,” Hermione said, ignoring Harry. “I’ve also asked other people and looked up books about the Resurrection Stone.”

"And then?" Tiera adopted an attentive expression.

“The Resurrection Stone cannot truly resurrect the dead,” Hermione sighed. “It only summons a substance that is more real than a soul but more illusory than a physical body. Moreover, the dead it summons will only have pessimistic thoughts and can drive people insane because they cannot get the real person who wants to be resurrected.”

“This is enough for me…” Tiera smiled. “Please don’t worry, I am Tiera, the real Tiera…” “If you still don’t believe me—” Tiera took a step forward and disappeared into the mirror.

Harry saw Tyrell emerge, like a phantom, and then—

A hurricane swept through the house, fulfilling every request.

The cushion on the ground was torn apart, and the cotton inside and the coarse cloth outside swirled around Tierra's phantom as the hurricane swept through.

Cotton and rags were sewn together in front of Harry to form a huge rag doll, as tall as Tierra.

A crack appeared on the doll's previously blank face, and the crack wriggled up and down, emitting the sound of Tyella:
"Look."

The rag doll raised its hand as it spoke.

"You, you, you..." Hermione was too shocked to speak.

“I’m dead, yes, that’s right.” The puppet immediately collapsed, and Tiera returned to the mirror. “I’m dead, but I won’t die completely like the others…”

“As you know, I am a prophet,” Thiers said, scratching his right eye. “The future I see is the absolute future, the future that will absolutely happen.”

“Yes, I foresaw my future long ago, I knew I was going to die,” Tierra said. “In my first divination class in my third year, under the influence of Professor Trelawney’s inspiration and an overdose of incense, I made the greatest prophecy of my life.”

“I not only predicted Voldemort’s resurrection…” Tierra said with a smile, “I also predicted Harry’s death.”

Everyone held their breath, listening intently to Tiera's story—

It felt as if a fog was being gradually lifted.

“In that day’s prophecy, I saw Voldemort’s resurrection… I saw Harry’s death…” Tierra said, “So I decided to change the prophecy… I decided to capture Peter Pettigrew… to be precise… I planned to kill him. As long as he was dead, he wouldn’t be able to help Voldemort resurrect, and then the scene in my prophecy wouldn’t come true. So after we parted ways in front of the Whomping Willow that night, I was determined to capture him no matter what, but…”

“But I failed…” Tiera raised her skeletal right hand, “and I was punished for trying to change the prophecy, my right arm.”

“From that day on, I understood one thing—” Tyella paused before saying, “The prophecy will surely come true, and if you try to change the prophecy, you will only suffer greater harm.”

“Yes, prophecies are hard to change. Changing the future, like changing the past, comes at a price—” Tiera smiled and extended her right hand. “I tried to stop Peter Pettigrew and Voldemort from meeting, and the price was one of my arms. If I want to prevent the scene I prophesied from happening, I will pay with my life—”

“So, Tyella, you…” Harry said, moved.

“You are everything, Harry!” Tierra said with a smile. “You are the savior, the one prophesied to kill Voldemort, so I must save you.”

“But of course, I’m not prepared to completely give up my young life…” Tyrell began to pace back and forth in the mirror, leaning on her cane. “I told Headmaster Dumbledore about my plan…”

“Dumbledore agreed to my plan and opened the forbidden book area to me completely…” Tierra paced back and forth.

The creaking sound of mechanical gears rubbing together gradually came from Tiera. With each step Tiera took, his figure grew taller and taller. His skin was torn apart like a layer of plastic wrap, revealing a mechanical snake head with bull horns. His bright red robes turned into burning flames, and Tiera's lower body became a long mechanical snake tail. Ten chip-like wings grew from his back, and countless fiery red, fiber-optic-like hairs extended from the top of the mechanical snake head and connected to his waist.

"With Dumbledore's consent, and with the assistance of Dumbledore... and other wizards, I performed a ritual..." Tyella's voice became chilling, like a jumbled mix of a dozen or twenty different voices, "...using that ritual...I transformed into a demon..."

“Yes, I am dead…” The world inside the mirror was engulfed in a sea of ​​fire, Tiera’s enormous body filling the entire mirror space. “But I have been transformed into a demon… The destruction of my physical body can only cause me to lose my anchor to this world, can only cause me to fall into hell…”

"I need someone to summon me so I can return to the real world..."

(End of this chapter)