Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 503 Main Spiritual Interface

The spirit world, or to use a more technical term—

It belongs to the main spiritual interface of Earth.

This place has always been a chaotic and disorderly place, where all the negative emotions of life and the spiritual power that erupts at the moment of death settle, accumulate, ferment, and eventually evolve into a soil that breeds countless evil or strange creatures.

This soil has many names in human history and mythology—

In Norse mythology it's called Helheim, in Buddhism it's called the Other Shore, and in China it's called the Underworld. However, its most well-known name today is—

"hell"

The birthplace of the former pseudo-god HWHJ.

This clever, primordial demon of hell found an alternative method of false godhood by imitating the behavior of ancient gods.

For thousands of years, this clever demon has maintained its rule cruelly and cautiously, suppressing its demonic brethren while using faith as a fishing rod to catch the souls of innocent mortals and expand its "heaven".

Unfortunately, this clever demon's reign didn't even extend into the 21st century. Before the second millennium, Tyra intercepted it, using a martyr ritual to plunder the spiritual dimension he had accumulated over thousands of years.

His demonic brethren were unaware of this situation, only wondering why the recent suppression and targeting from "Heaven" had completely disappeared. Unable to determine HWHJ's true intentions, they dared only to maintain their fragile and distrustful alliance while simultaneously, as if in competition, encroaching upon the material world inhabited by most wizards and humans, spreading distorted and strange beliefs, intending to become another false god before HWHJ could react or discover it.

In fact, if Muggle mystic enthusiasts had enough information channels and observed carefully enough, it would not be difficult to find that since 1993, there has been a sudden increase in cults, demonic possession incidents, and suspected demonic possession cases of mental illness around the world.

And most of them occur in the UK and neighboring countries.

Clearly, these demons huddled in hell had sensed something. While expanding their power and followers, they were also searching for the last place HWHJ appeared, in order to find out what had happened to this false god.

But of course, the final result of their investigation was—

Got nothing.

HWHJ's final destination was Azkaban, a remote island in the North Sea. Not only was it sparsely populated, but it was also guarded by Dementors and wizards, making it difficult for demons who came to gather information to obtain any useful data.

Demons can be very patient, lasting thousands or tens of thousands of years, or they can be very short, so short that they can't even wait a day or a second.

After their investigation of HWHJ yielded no results, and as their actions became increasingly outrageous and crossed HWHJ's bottom line without any repercussions, the demons grew bolder and bolder.

Until one day at the end of June 1996, a beam of blood-red holy light descended from above, like a sharp sword piercing through the dark clouds, shining upon the chaotic and filthy spiritual world of Hell.

This holy light awakened all the demons residing in the main spiritual world, causing them to look up at the strange, blood-red holy light like startled birds—

Following the holy light, slowly descending, was a magnificent and vast world—

"Heaven!" All the demons knew this special world, all the demons longed for this world, and all the demons' eyes gleamed with greed and fear.

...in a bedroom on the third floor of number 12 Grimmauld Place

Harry Potter was snoring loudly.

He sat in a chair by the bedroom window for nearly four hours, watching the street gradually darken outside, before finally falling asleep.

His cheek was pressed against the cold windowpane, his glasses were askew, and his mouth was wide open.

The puff of hot air he exhaled onto the window shimmered under the orange streetlights outside. In this unnatural light, his face was bloodless, and his black hair was disheveled, making him look somewhat like a ghost.

As early as after the Ministry of Magic riots last semester, Dumbledore and the rest of the Order of the Phoenix lifted the restrictions on Harry—

Every summer before, Harry had to return to No. 4 Privet Drive and spend three long, sweaty months of summer vacation with the damned Dursleys.

But now, he is allowed to stay at 12 Grimmauld Place, and even permitted to wander within the boundaries of London—

This should have been something that excited Harry. He had always dreamed of one day taking the subway around London and doing nothing and thinking about nothing all day long.

But when his summer vacation actually began and he was about to go to the subway station to buy a ticket, he suddenly realized how foolish and unsettling it was to stay away from 12 Grimmauld Place, away from the Order of the Phoenix, and away from the news center at this time.

In the end, Harry only rode for two stops before buying a return ticket and dejectedly returning to Number Twelve Grimmauld Place, back to his room on the third floor.

The room was a mess. Harry didn't need to do anything, but he just couldn't muster the energy to tidy up. All sorts of things were scattered around, and there was a lot of trash.

Owl feathers, apple cores, and candy wrappers were scattered on the floor. Several spellbooks lay haphazardly on the bed, interspersed with robes. A pile of newspapers sat under the lamp on the table. One of the headlines stood out prominently:

Harry Potter and Tierra Lockhart: Who is the Real Savior?

Next to that newspaper was another newspaper that had just been published that day—

The great and wise President Cornelius Fudge will officially assume the presidency of the Magical Federation tomorrow.

People continued to discuss the recent events at the Ministry of Magic, first the resurrection of the Dark Lord, and then Cornelius Fudge's abnormally strong-arm tactics to consolidate power.

It wasn't just the Ministry of Magic and the Daily Prophet who were discussing this series of events; even the Order of the Phoenix was talking about it day and night.

Clearly, no one expected this at all, and no one had received any information or word from Dumbledore.

Dumbledore's unusual secrecy surrounding the matter made the rest of the Order of the Phoenix uneasy.

This unease intensified, especially when Cornelius Fudge led the Muggle army into the Ministry of Magic, and Dumbledore remained silent on the matter.

Now almost everyone is certain that Tyella is behind this, and even Harry, who dislikes it, can't help but think about it—

What is Tiera's purpose?
(End of this chapter)