Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 607 The Magic Stone

Then there was another long silence.

Hermione seemed to be carefully pondering Tyrell's words, savoring the meaning of violence by the people.

I don't know why, but Hermione likes this sentence, likes its meaning, likes the bloodshed and violence in it.

This made it even more difficult for Hermione to calmly watch Horace Slughorn's Heimworth alchemy process.

“Hmm…Tiera?” Hermione asked again.

"What's wrong?" Tierra responded.

"Um... well... one last question..." Hermione was starting to feel like she had so many questions that even she was getting annoyed with herself.

"What's the question, Hermione?" Seemingly seeing through Hermione's little thoughts, Tyella responded gently, "Don't be afraid of having many questions, Hermione. The more questions you have, the more you think, and the more solid your knowledge will be."

“Hmm…” Hermione nodded silently. “It’s just that…you said before…well, it’s just that…before we come into contact with the divine dimension, we are still in the three dimensions of matter, spirit, and mind. We ourselves change with the changes in the material, spiritual, and mental dimensions, right?”

“That’s right, Hermione,” Tierra nodded in agreement.

"Your premise is... that we've never even come into contact with the divine dimension... but haven't you already become a being of the divine dimension? Why can't you directly create a magic stone?"

“I can, and I can’t,” Tiera said slowly as she turned around.

"Can I... or can't I?" Hermione asked, puzzled.

“Come on, follow me.” Tierra smiled and walked back, then waved to Hermione.

Tierra led Hermione through the door and left the Room of Requirement.

Then, Tyra took a step back and held up a finger toward Hermione.

"What, what are you doing?" Hermione asked nervously, but trusting Tierra, she didn't make any move, letting Tierra's index finger stop just a little distance from her forehead.

"Can you see it?" Tiera asked with a smile. "Can you feel it? The origin of the divine dimension is at my fingertips."

"Huh?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise, then stared intently at Tierra's fingertips, as if she wanted to make a flower bloom from the tip of Tierra's index finger.

“No… I didn’t feel anything, and I didn’t see anything,” Hermione said.

"And what about this?" Tyella stretched her finger forward slightly and tapped Hermione's forehead. "Still nothing, right?"

“Hmm…” Hermione agreed, “I didn’t feel anything at all.”

“This is it.” Tiera smiled and extended her finger back. “I can accurately pinpoint the origin of the divine dimension, and I can easily make the entire material, spiritual, and mental dimensions flow, but…”

“But even if the divine dimension were right in front of you, you, being in the three dimensions of matter, spirit, and mind, would not be able to sense it,” Tiera explained with a smile. “The Philosopher’s Stone requires not only the origin of the divine dimension, but also the perfect overlap of the origins of matter, spirit, mind, and the divine dimension.”

Hermione had a look of sudden realization on her face.

"As for using my power, which far surpasses the three dimensions of matter, spirit, and mind, to combine the three dimensions and create a magic stone..." Tiera chuckled, took a few steps back, and raised that finger again.

This time, however, a strange sense of unease and attraction seemed to arise in this space.

Soon, piece after piece, drop after drop, of blood and flesh detached from Tierra's arms, body, and face.

Tiera gradually became dilapidated, her skin peeled off, revealing the subcutaneous fat.

Subcutaneous fat sloughed off, exposing blood vessels, blue muscles, and stark white bones.

The throbbing and gravitational pull that permeated the air only disappeared after Tiera had completely turned into a skeleton.

At Tiera's fingertip, an irregularly shaped, blood-red gem floated.

"The Philosopher's Stone!" Tiera grasped the Philosopher's Stone with her skeletal arm and gently turned it in front of Hermione, whose face was filled with terror.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Tiera tapped her chin, as if chuckling. “But it’s also very unstable.”

Tierra took a few more steps back, until she was a safe distance from Hermione—

Tiera gently released her grip.

The irregularly shaped, blood-red gemstone fell to the ground.

Silent ripples occurred in this space.

—This time Herman felt it; the ripples seemed to devour everything.

In Hermione's view, the Philosopher's Stone that fell to the ground transformed into a singularity that Hermione could not comprehend the moment it left Tyella's hand.

That singularity encompasses everything, represents all rules, and seems to fully explain all the contradictions and irrationalities in the world. It's as if simply looking at it reveals all the truths of the world and answers to everything.

"Snapped--"

Tiera snapped her fingers lightly.

The singularity vanished from Hermione's sight in an instant, then "whoosh—" flew back into Tyella's hand.

Tiera gently grasped the "singularity" in her hand.

The "singularity" exploded violently, no longer inward but outward.

Sounds, images, and flesh and blood appeared all around at once.

Layers of flesh and blood grew back on Tiera's skeletal body.

“The magic stone created by divine beings using their authority and higher-dimensional characteristics is not stable,” Tiera said. “Once it escapes the control of the divine beings and comes into contact with external matter, spirit, or mind, it immediately becomes a singularity.”

(End of this chapter)