Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 464 Tiera's Christmas Gift

After finalizing the matter of helping Hathaway Romanov achieve godhood, the group exchanged ideas further.

Although it was supposed to be an exchange, there wasn't anything particularly interesting to it.

Wu Peirong consulted Maka-Fal-Monkasha about flesh magic, while Maka-Fal-Monkasha consulted Nicholas Flamel about life transmutation in alchemy.

Meanwhile, Chieftain Thunderbird was simultaneously consulting with Maka Far Monkasha and Nicholas Lemay about flesh magic and life transmutation.

Haha, these old fogies all say they've lived long enough and have no more attachment to this world.

But that was when they felt that the ascension ceremony was too dangerous, and that going through the ascension ceremony was tantamount to suicide.

Now, with Tiera, who has already completed her ascension ritual, taking the lead in raising the issue of standardizing the ascension ritual, these others have clearly become somewhat hypocritical, and have begun preparing their own ascension rituals—

After all, they'll never feel like they have too much life, just like Jack Marshal will never feel like he has too much money, even in Versailles.
While the rest of them were discussing, Tyrell, Dumbledore, and Slytherin calmly drank their tea and ate their desserts.

Tyrell has become a god, Dumbledore has a way out, as for Slytherin—

"Why aren't you participating in the discussion?" Tiera asked in Parsley. "You know, if it really comes to your ascension ceremony, I won't be taking care of everything for you like Hathaway did."

“Even if you were willing to take on everything, I wouldn’t dare,” Slytherin replied with a Parseltongue laugh. “I’ve drifted through thousands of years in a daze. Neither life nor power is something I’m determined to have or something I need to fight for. I’m too tired. I just want to live out the rest of my life leisurely. Besides…”

Salazars Lytrin smiled at Tiera and then said:
"Besides, I've never created a Horcrux before. If I said I was willing to split off a piece of my soul and give it to you for safekeeping, would you refuse?"

"Hehe..." Tiera chuckled awkwardly, "You really know how to come up with some crazy ideas."

Tyella, of course, understood what Slytherin meant.

Slytherin just doesn't want to try anymore, but if he really had to die, he would be perfectly willing to sign a contract of servitude and have Tyrell guarantee his life.

And Tyella could completely guarantee that as long as Slytherin dared to entrust their Horcruxes to her for safekeeping and dared to sign this contract of servitude—

Tierra dared to ask for it.

After all, who wouldn't want a lab assistant who is selfless, experienced, and has an extremely rich knowledge base?
Due to exhaustion of both Nicholas Lemai and Ms. Wu Peirong, the knowledge exchange meeting, with an average age of over 380, came to an end at approximately 10:10 AM.

"Tierra, would you mind showing our guests to their rooms to rest?" Dumbledore said after finishing the last sip of his tea.

“Well, where will they stay?” Tyella asked. “I don’t remember Hogwarts having many empty bedrooms. Are we going to have these old folks sleep in a dormitory?”

“Go ask Hogwarts,” Dumbledore said with a smile.

“The Room of Requirement.” Tiera rolled her eyes, then waved her hand. “Alright, everyone, come with me.”

……

Unlike the lively atmosphere on Tyella's side, Harry's side felt much quieter.

It's not that Harry's Christmas wasn't lively; quite the opposite, this year's Christmas was the most lively one Harry had ever experienced.

He's currently at Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, the Black family's old residence. Besides Harry himself, there's his godfather Sirius Black, his two best friends Ron and Hermione, the Weasleys, Tonks, Lupin, Alastormodie, Mundungus, and other members of the Order of the Phoenix. But for some reason, Harry still feels a sense of distance from it all.

Harry always felt that Mr. Weasley's attack was his fault.

Even though Mrs. Weasley repeatedly expressed her gratitude to Harry, and even though she believed that if it weren't for Harry, Arthur Weasley might have already died at the door of the Department of Mysteries—although the Voidman hadn't used the Avada Kedavra curse, he had only seriously injured Arthur; in such cold weather, if he hadn't been discovered in time, he could very well have frozen to death there from his injuries.

But Harry still felt guilty... because in his nightmare last night, Harry dreamed that he was actually Voldemort and that he had used the spell on Mr. Weasley.

It's as if I were Voldemort!
This idea terrified Harry, making him increasingly uneasy, and he even lost all interest in celebrating Christmas.

Harry desperately needs to talk to someone, like Tyrell. He believes that Tyrell's extensive magical knowledge can definitely help him solve this problem.

But unfortunately, it's not available.

Harry has been trying to summon Tyrell for the past few days by taking out the tarot cards and even the Resurrection Stone, but Tyrell has not responded at all.

Harry then remembered that Tyra had said she needed to go back to Hell to take care of some things.

When Harry woke up on Christmas morning, he found a pile of presents at the foot of his bed. Ron also had a pair at the foot of his bed, but his pile looked bigger, and Ron had already opened half of them.

“This year has been a bumper harvest,” Ron said to Harry from among a pile of wrapping paper. “Thanks for the broom compass, it’s fantastic, much better than Hermione’s, who gave us a homework planner—”

Harry found a gift bag with Hermione's handwriting. She had also given him a small notebook that looked like a diary, but every time he turned a page, it would say something like, "Make sure you finish what you need to do today!"

Sirius and Lupin gifted Harry a beautiful set of books: "Practical Defense Magic and Its Countermeasures Against Dark Magic," which included colorful animated illustrations of spells.

Hagrid gave him a fur wallet with sharp teeth, presumably as an anti-theft device, but unfortunately, Harry might get his fingers bitten off when he put money in it.

Tonks' gift was a small model of a fire bolt, which Harry watched fly around the room.

Ron gave him a large box of peas, while the Weasleys' gifts were hand-knitted sweaters and meat pies.

Dobby sent a very ugly drawing, which Harry suspected the elf had drawn himself.

After that--

Tierra's!
Harry rummaged through the pile of gifts and found a heavy package with a note that read:

"Merry Christmas! Although I can't be with you this Christmas, I'm sure you'll find it useful—Tiera."

Harry excitedly tore open the package—

Inside the thin wrapping paper was a sturdy, heavy black wooden box. Upon opening the box, a bottle of medicine and an envelope slowly floated out.

The medicine bottle had no label, but the envelope said:

"Open it after you drink the medicine."

Of course, Harry didn't notice the words. To be precise, Harry, receiving his first proper Christmas present from Tierra, tore open the envelope faster than his eyes could see.
"This is the Herith Potion I invented. Drinking it will enhance your soul power and help you better resist Voldemort's mind invasion. Time is short, and I only prepared one dose. Here is the recipe for the Herith Potion:"

"..."

……

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, Voldemort, bored, was trying to connect with Harry's thoughts to see if he could continue to fan the ghost winds and light the will-o'-the-wisps. What he saw was the recipe for the Herrith Potion, which was said to enhance soul power.

(End of this chapter)