Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 493 Trapped Beast
"Thump...thump...thump...thump...thump...thump—"

The climbing sounds stopped abruptly. The next second, a pale hand reached out from the elevator shaft, supporting a pale, thin figure as they climbed up.

—Tiera!

Voldemort recognized him at a glance; it was Tyrell, the boy who should have died but had been left behind in a bizarre way.

The moment Tiera appeared, the once brightly lit hall of the Ministry of Magic instantly darkened, as if the Ministry's only remaining magical lamps had been affected by some unknown force, flickering on and off.

Pale and thin Tyella climbed up and, like a puppet, staggered toward Voldemort with an enigmatic smile on her face.

The moment Voldemort saw that smile, he felt the hairs on his bald body stand on end.

Tiera's gaze made him extremely uncomfortable, as if he were facing not a lost child, but a powerful beast staring at him with the eyes of a predator.

"Hehehehehehe..." Tyra tilted her head, grinning widely, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth to Voldemort—

"What's wrong? Voldemort, haven't you ever seen a real demon?" Tierra continued to smile.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort, without much thought, raised his wand and immediately cast a killing curse at Tiera.

"hiss--"

The neighing of warhorses rang out, and a herd of golden warhorses rushed out of the elevator shaft, blocking Voldemort's Death Curse and Tyella's path.

Three human heads were strung on the rump of the warhorse by ropes. They were Antonidolokhov, Murseb, and Avery, three of the twelve Death Eaters sent by Voldemort.

Following the golden warhorse, a silver warhorse and a bronze warhorse also leaped out of the elevator shaft.

Each warhorse had three heads strapped to its hindquarters. Apart from Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Rustrange, and Fenrir Greyback, the heads of all the Death Eaters that Voldemort had slapped were hung on the back of the three horses.

The three warhorses, one gold, one silver, and one bronze, circled around Tiera again and again.

After the warhorses galloped out of the elevator shaft, then—

"Thump, thump, thump, thump, thump..."

Nine headless corpses also climbed out of the elevator shaft, following closely like puppets, and came to the three warhorses.

They formed a circle around the three warhorses, knelt down in unison, dipped their fingers in the blood from their severed necks, and drew strange runes and circles made of those runes on the ground.

"Avada Kedavra!" Upon seeing this bizarre scene, Voldemort didn't hesitate and unleashed his signature move.

However, the green light of the Killing Curse was blocked by the warhorses.

Voldemort also tried to attack the decapitated corpses with the Killing Curse, but no matter what kind of attack he used, it would only cause the corpses to pause briefly, but then everything would return to normal, and he would continue drawing the talisman.

As the strange magic circle on the ground was about to be completed, Voldemort's face darkened. He raised his wand and flicked it back and forth in mid-air.

First, a few wisps of flame appeared at the tip of his staff.

Then, as Voldemort waved his wand, the flame grew larger and larger, eventually transforming into a majestic giant fire serpent.

As soon as the fire serpent landed, it roared silently and charged toward Tiera.

But just then, the strange magic circle on the ground completed its final stroke.

All the headless corpses seemed to have lost all their strength in an instant, and collapsed limply to the floor.

The three warhorses carrying the knights also stopped turning.

Suddenly, Tiera, in the center of the magic circle, clutched her own neck and vomited.

An almost endless stream of strange liquid gushed from Tiera's mouth, like a river bursting its banks, instantly engulfing the three knights and the headless corpse.

Upon seeing this bizarre scene, Voldemort immediately transformed into a wisp of black smoke and rushed towards the second-floor stands of the Ministry of Magic's main hall.

The mysterious liquid continued to spread outwards, quickly submerging the spot where Voldemort had been standing. And the "Tiera" at the center of the magic circle gradually began to change—

Her body became plump and full, her breasts developed a feminine curve, freckles gradually appeared on her face, her skin became dull, and her hair began to curl, changing color from black to brown.

As the last drop of liquid was expelled, "Tiera" completely transformed into a different person—

Marietta Eckmore, the girl who once betrayed Dumbledore's army.

The girl sat blankly in the magic circle for a moment, then seemed to suddenly remember something, and suddenly screamed, hugging her knees and curling up to look around.

The mysterious liquid stopped expanding and began to recede, converging towards the center.

The first one to appear—

It was a face, a huge, pale face, appearing in the center of the liquid.

That was Tiera's face.

Then, Tiera's face began to rise, and his hair, head, neck, shoulders, and the rest of his body gradually appeared—

He slowly stood up—

He was as tall as a three- or four-story building, looking down at everything from top to bottom—

Tiera first bent down to look at Marietta Ecamor, who was still sitting blankly and in terror in the center of the magic circle—

Tierra's body was incredibly flexible; his waist was as supple as a snake, or as boneless as a slug. This allowed Tierra's enormous face to appear very close above Marietta Ekmo, his large, cold eyes staring at her mercilessly—

"what--!"

Marietta couldn't contain her fear and screamed, stumbling backward.

“You have been punished.” The voice, as deep as an ancient bronze bell, came from Tiera’s mouth, causing Marietta to cover her ears and cower in fear.

“I think you already know why we cannot betray, and you already understand the price of betrayal,” Tiera continued.

Marietta buried her face in her knees, and fear made her cry uncontrollably.

Then Tiera raised her head again—

His body slowly shrank until he could look Voldemort, who was standing at eye level on the second-floor stands—

“Miss me?” Tierra asked with a smile.

Voldemort stared silently at Tyrell, without uttering a word.

Then almost instantly—

Voldemort suddenly shrank back to the center and disappeared into this space.

But then——

Voldemort reappeared in the place where he had disappeared.

Voldemort's face was filled with panic as he tried to teleport again, but—

Moments later, Voldemort reappeared.

For the first time, a look of panic appeared on that face that resembled a hard-boiled egg.

"You should be dead!" Voldemort roared, unleashing a spell. "Can't you just stay dead?"

(End of this chapter)