Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 553 Heart-to-heart talk
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As the eerie moonlight shone down upon the world, Harry remained fast asleep.

Harry has been very tired lately, and this fatigue doesn't come from external sources, but from Mrs. Weasley. These past few days, Mrs. Weasley has been constantly tense, seemingly worried about the impending war.

Especially earlier today, after the Magical Union issued a curfew notice, Mrs. Weasley, who was already on edge, became even more hysterical.

“It would be best if there really was a war,” Ron complained as he helped put up a brick wall around the Burrow on Mrs. Weasley’s orders. “Otherwise, after this is all over, my father and I will probably have to send her to St. Mungo’s to check on her mental health!”

Harry, who was also helping out, nodded. As a guest, he felt awkward commenting on Mrs. Weasley's behavior so bluntly as Ron, but he agreed with Ron's words.

Exhausted from the day's activities, Harry couldn't even wait in line to use the bathroom. He drifted off to sleep as he lay in bed, but was soon awakened by intense unease and fear.

Harry lay stiffly on the bed, panting heavily, as if he hadn't just woken up from sleep but had been running the whole time.

He woke up with a start from a very realistic yet absurd dream, covering his face with his hands and gently rubbing his sweaty forehead.

Beneath his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned as if someone had just pressed a hot metal wire against his skin.

He sat up, one hand covering the scar, the other groping in the darkness for his glasses on the bedside table.

He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom gradually became clearer. The streetlights outside shone through the curtains, casting a soft, hazy orange-red glow over the bedroom.

"Dong Dong. Dong."

Harry's heart was beating slowly and heavily.

The feeling of palpitations and fear traveled from the nightmare into reality, leaving Harry's mind in chaos.

But Harry quickly calmed down and began to think about the nightmare he had just had—

Harry was no stranger to this feeling; in fact, he was quite familiar with it.

He had been tormented by this for the past year, but since Tyrell's resurrection, Voldemort had never invaded Harry's mental world again.

But why today?

Harry sat up in bed, head down, rubbing his forehead to calm his throbbing nerves and his heart pounding like a hammer.

Hmm. Moon?

Harry slowly got up from the bed—

What's wrong with the moon?
Harry walked to the window, intending to pull back the thick curtains in his room.

From his still hazy and confused memories, Harry gleaned only one piece of information—

moon.

For some reason, Voldemort seemed to be terrified of the moon, as if prey had encountered a predator, or as if Harry had encountered Voldemort in the halls of the Ministry of Magic.

But now, this fear has resurfaced in Voldemort's memories, and it's so intense that even Harry feels it as if he's experiencing it himself. The moon, what's wrong with the moon?
Harry had already grasped the curtains and was about to pull them open.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you."

Just as Harry was about to draw back the curtains, a cool, yet incredibly familiar voice came from behind him.

Harry turned around in surprise and saw an Asian boy, about his size, lying on Harry's bed in an extremely comfortable position, leaning against Harry's pillow and blanket, smiling at Harry, just like Harry's usual lying position.

"Tiera!" Harry exclaimed, both surprised and delighted.

"Hehe." Tyella chuckled, then sat up with a jolt, cross-legged on Harry's bed, and patted the bed. "You're very smart, Harry, and very talented, but your only problem is that you're too curious."

“Of course, there’s also his stubbornness and refusal to listen to advice.” Tyrell crossed her arms behind her head, leaned against the headboard, and quietly observed Harry.

"Hmm, Tierra?" After the initial surprise came doubt and uncertainty.

“It’s me,” Tiera nodded and said. “It’s always been me.”

“But…but…” Harry still seemed a little skeptical.

"You don't think I crawled out of Voldemort's belly just for fun, do you?" Tierra asked with a laugh.

Yes, I did it just for fun.

While the main reason was that no one was better suited to digest the power of death than Voldemort, who had died and been resurrected once, another reason was that scaring Voldemort was incredibly fun.

After all, village-level terrorists who are not very bright but have huge ambitions are not easy to find; once this opportunity is gone, it's gone forever.

If you don't scare them now, you might not have the chance to scare them later.

“I know you trust Sirius, which is normal, Harry, after all, he’s your only family, but,” Tyrell paused, then continued, “but as I said, his vision and perspective are too limited.”

“I don’t deny his extensive knowledge, that’s true. Although Black escaped the old and prejudiced Black family at a young age, he still received a proper education in dark magic. That’s why he was able to create such amazing magical items as the Marauder’s Map when he was in the third or fourth grade, the same age as us. However, his vision was also limited to that.”

"You don't actually believe my resurrection was fake, do you?" Tierra asked with a smile. "There's never been a record of someone coming back from the dead before, but Voldemort and I both did it."

"You were the one who carried my body back to Hogwarts, haven't you forgotten?" Tyrell asked with a smile. "Whether I'm dead or alive, whether I've come back to life or not, you know best, don't you?"

"The wonders of the magical world far exceed your imagination, Harry. What we learn in our textbooks is like the square sky seen by a frog sitting in a dry well," Tierra said. "Because of some special experiences, I saw the sky beyond the square, I saw the vast universe, and of course, I also found the antidote for wizards—a way for wizards and Muggles to live in harmony."

“So I want to advance this development, I want to promote the progress of wizarding society,” Tierra said. “I want to start a revolution.”

"Change, transformation?" Harry asked, bewildered and puzzled.

"See you when school starts, Harry." Tyella's figure slowly faded, as if she were about to disappear into thin air. "Keep an open mind and embrace new things."

(End of this chapter)