Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 496 New birth
Tiera used the venom left on Lucius's face at the end of their second year to control the muscles in Lucius's face and even his thoughts.

And Voldemort—

He didn't, and simply couldn't, do much thinking.

From the moment he fell into Tyrell's trap, Voldemort's once brilliant mind was filled with fear and rage.

"Voldemort! Your schemes end here! My murderer, I will personally imprison you in Azkaban and have you kissed by the Dementors!" Seeing the many Aurors jump down, Tyella roared again, his massive body trembling like ripples on water.

Tiera's form was like liquid, changing into many different shapes—

Tierra transformed into a giant thunderbird, from which countless bolts of lightning shot forth, striking Voldemort.

Before the lightning could strike Voldemort, the loyal Bellatrix Rustrange stepped in, waving her wand and using the Ironclad Charm to block it.

The blocked lightning scattered and rushed off to other places like raging waves.

That was just enough to stun the Aurors who were charging at the front.

With Bellatrix and Rustrange holding the line, Voldemort had a chance to swing his wand, which formed a giant fire serpent in mid-air. The fire serpent roared to the sky and then charged toward Tyella, who had transformed into a thunderbird.

Tiera wriggled again, transforming from a thunderbird into a fire dragon.

The fire dragon spewed flames that looked like magma.

The flames spewed by Tierra and the fire serpents summoned by Voldemort collided in mid-air.

Countless scorching sparks erupted from the center of the collision—

Fortunately, the Aurors didn't want to interfere this time. They had already prepared for the previous situation and used their wands to pull their unconscious companions within the attack range to safety.

Then, waving his wand, he unleashed spells of various colors from a distance far from the battlefield.

The spell didn't just strike Voldemort; its range also extended to Tyella—

After all, both Voldemort, the Dark Lord, and Tyella, who was resurrected a year after dying, were considered abnormal and evil by the Aurors.

To Voldemort's surprise, when the Aurors' spells struck the fire dragon that Tyella had transformed into, the dragon roared to the sky, seemingly in pain, then stopped spewing flames and immediately flew upwards.

Voldemort glanced in the direction Tyrell had left, pondered for a moment, then forcefully waved his wand—

A violent shockwave spread out from Voldemort's center.

The shockwave swept across the entire area, blasting away the surrounding Aurors. Then, Voldemort once again raised a plume of black smoke, enveloping Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Luster Franky, and the werewolf Fenrir Greyback within it, sending them flying through the large hole above their heads to the next level—

They returned to the Department of Mysteries.

Tiera was there too, still appearing as a giant human figure.

"Attack! Bella, attack him now!" Voldemort roared.

"Avada Kedavra!" Bellatrix immediately followed Voldemort's command, shooting a beam of green light from the tip of her wand.

"Avada Kedavra!" Voldemort raised his wand and fired the Avada Kedavra curse from another direction.

Strange things happened.

Tyella's massive body writhed, like an octopus or some kind of mollusk, and a huge hole suddenly appeared in his body, allowing Bellatrix Rustrange's Death Curse to pass through it, while Voldemort's Death Curse fell upon him—

A hint of joy appeared on Voldemort's face, as if he had seen the dawn of victory.

"Attack him with the Killing Curse!" Voldemort's voice echoed in the minds of Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Lusterrange, and Fenrir. "My spells have no effect on him, but he fears the spells of others!"

After receiving Voldemort's orders, Bellatrix, Lucius Malfoy, and Fenrir Greyback began to fire beams of green light.

Voldemort, meanwhile, waved his wand, creating massive protective shields around himself and the other three Death Eaters.

In that instant, Voldemort was certain he saw Tyrell's massive face lose its composure, revealing a hint of panic as she frantically dodged the Killing Curses. Voldemort, convinced he had found a winning strategy, pressed Tyrell relentlessly with Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix, and Fenrir.

Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix, and Fenrir were responsible for the attack, while Voldemort used his superb magical skills to defend, blocking spells from Tyrell and dealing with the Auror wizards who were attacking from a distance.

Because the Auror wizards attacked both sides simultaneously, and Tiera had no teammates to block the spells from the Aurors, Tiera was immediately caught off guard and quickly found himself at a disadvantage, forced to fight and retreat.

After Tyra crashed through a wall, Voldemort, Lucius Malfoy, Bellatrix Rustrange, and Fenrir Greyback arrived at a spacious room that appeared to be made entirely of grayish-white rock.

On a high platform in the very center of the room stood a tall, empty stone archway.

In one corner of the room, Dumbledore, Nick Flamel, Wu Peirong, Chief Thunderbird, Salazar Slytherin, and Maka Far Monkasha were invisible under the magic of Wu Peirong's jade scepter.

Each of them held either a special notebook or a strange magical instrument, eager to try it out, fully prepared to record.

"So you see, experiments have proven that the ritual of becoming a god and the first crossing of the divine dimension are inseparable." After Tiera burst into the room, Tiera's voice suddenly appeared in the ears of everyone at the Golden Book Conference. "However, the first crossing of the divine dimension and the subsequent fusion of the ladders can be separated and carried out in two steps."

As soon as Tyrell finished speaking, Dumbledore and the others immediately began recording something in their notebooks or on their magical instruments.

"So this might give us a new idea," Tiera's voice continued. "We might first merge the three staircases, because the staircases themselves carry the power of the divine dimension. After the three staircases merge, they can become the anchor point of the divine dimension for those who become gods, or rather, a path connecting the divine dimension of the upper realm and the three dimensions of the lower realm. Then we can reset the three dimensions of those who become gods to zero, thus more safely obtaining the divine dimension and becoming the true path to godhood."

Dumbledore and the others were writing something down in their notebooks.

“Alright, the experiment is coming to an end,” Tiera’s voice said.

On the battlefield, Tyra was forced close to the massive archway and struck by a killing curse unleashed by Voldemort, Bellatrix Lust, Lucius Mar, and Fenrir Greyback.

Tiera's enormous voice crashed against the massive archway.

And a suction force came from inside the archway, pulling Tierra inside.

"Hehehehehehe!" Voldemort laughed viciously, opening his mouth, just as he was about to say a few more harsh words to salvage his recently lost image—

The massive archway suddenly turned into a pool of pitch-black liquid.
Then it was poured into Voldemort's laughing mouth.

Voldemort's expression froze instantly, then quickly turned to pain and a sense of being a tool.

As if drawn by some force, Voldemort's body slowly floated into the air, and continued to drift upwards gradually.

At the same time, his belly was getting bigger and bigger, just like when he was pregnant.

Voldemort emerged through the large hole into the Ministry of Magic's main hall on the eighth floor, appearing before everyone in the Ministry with his enormous belly, as big as a hot air balloon.

Voldemort stopped rising, and his belly stopped growing. He writhed and roared in agony in mid-air.

"puff--"

A crown of iron-black thorns, stained with blood, pierced out from Voldemort's swollen belly.

Beneath the crown of thorns, a pair of pale hands, supporting the crown, emerged from Voldemort's belly.

Then--

Tierra, holding the Crown of Thorns, slowly rose from Voldemort's body.

His naked, pale body was covered in blood splattered from Voldemort's body.

Tyrell looked down at the Ministry of Magic with a cold, insane, and condescending gaze.

Then he slowly placed the crown of thorns, which he had been holding with both hands, on his head.

“On the body of this one who has risen from the dead, I crown myself,” Tiera said with a smile. “From this day forward, death will have a form.”

(End of this chapter)