Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 613 I am Tiera
"Hmph." Sirius snorted coldly, forcefully shaking off Tierra's grip on his wand, and sat back down angrily.

“Alright, then you two talk.” The two Tyellas bowed and smiled at the same time, “But we hope Mr. Blake will try not to stay at the school for too long.”

“This is, after all, a closed school,” Tiella said. “Unless there are special circumstances, such as if a student or their guardian is injured, sick, or dead, or involved in a major criminal or disciplinary incident, the student’s parents and guardians are not allowed to visit the student.”

"Hmph." Sirius snorted coldly and ignored Tiera.

"Wait, Tyella!" Harry suddenly called out to Tyella.

"What's wrong, Harry?" one of the Tierra asked, turning her head, while the other Tierra drifted away.

“Um, Tyella, I… I don’t want to learn Occlumency from Snape,” Harry said bluntly. “Can’t I learn Occlumency from you?”

“No, Harry,” Tyella refused outright.

“But, but…” Harry seemed to want to argue something.

“I’ve already told you the reason, Harry,” Tierra said somewhat seriously. “My Occlumency training came from a unique potion and from my past experiences of being frequently influenced by Voldemort’s mind.”

“That unique potion can only create a mental barrier outside your mind,” Tierra said. “This mental barrier could very well destroy both your soul and Voldemort’s.”

"In short, my teaching ability in Occlumency is not as good as Professor Snape's, after all, he learned Occlumency from scratch step by step on his own," Tierra said earnestly. "So I think Professor Snape is more suitable to teach you."

"Heh—" Sirius let out a strange laugh at this moment, "I think you can't even do yourself, can you?"

"Provocation won't work on me, Mr. Black," Tyella said gently. "You either know it or you don't. If you're not as good as someone else, you're not as good as someone else. Admit it, that's how I teach my students too. I'm certainly not as good as Snape at understanding Occlumency."

"Hmph," Sirius snorted again, clearly dissatisfied.

"And Harry, although Snape's attitude towards you was extremely bad, please, and your godfather, believe that Snape had no ill intentions towards you," Tierra said calmly. "Snape is very knowledgeable, and apart from his terrible teaching attitude, he is almost a perfect professor. For the sake of this mission, you and your foster father need to correct some of your prejudices about Snape."

"Pfft—" Sirius let out that comical laugh again, "Him? Snotty? You have no idea how he cried and screamed when he first saw a werewolf!"

“If Lupin weren’t your friend, you would have cried and screamed like him,” Tierra criticized sternly. “And I’m surprised you would talk about school bullying so easily in front of your own godson.”

"So what?" Sirius suddenly became interested and started arguing with Tierra. "Doesn't someone like Snotty deserve that kind of treatment? You have no idea what kind of person Snotty was when he was in school!"

"Oh," Tierra's eyes began to take on a meaningful look, "What kind of person?"

“Let me guess, is it because Snape is a loner? Because Snape is eccentric? Because Snape is different from you? So you bully him, right?” Tierra asked with a smile.

Sirius nodded silently. For some reason, a bad feeling suddenly arose in Sirius's heart.

"Like how Dudley Dursley bullied Harry, right?" Tierra asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No, no!” Sirius suddenly panicked, looking nervously at Harry. “Because Snape was lonely and didn’t fit in, so you deliberately led Snape to the Shrieking Shack when Lupin transformed into a werewolf, right?” Tyella retorted. “Because Snape was eccentric and different from you, so you hung him from a tree in front of his favorite girl and pulled down his pants, huh?”

"Just like how the Dursleys bullied Harry because he was a wizard, didn't feed him, made him live in the closet, and humiliated his parents in front of him?" Tierra asked with a laugh.

"No, no, we..." Sirius explained hastily.

“No need to explain to me, Sirius.” Tierra smiled wickedly. “After all, I’ve never been bullied. I’ve never lived under someone else’s roof. You don’t need to explain to me.”

Tyella glanced at Harry—

Harry did seem a bit down.

“Well then, I have other things to attend to, so please continue your conversation,” Tyella said with a light laugh. “But Mr. Black, I think you’d better leave Hogwarts before lights out tonight, since we don’t have any extra rooms for you to rest in.”

"Of course, unless you want to rest at Hogwarts as a big black dog, then that's a different story."

Tierra's voice was still there, but he himself had long since become transparent like a phantom and disappeared into the Great Hall.

"Hahahahaha." Tiera, who had disappeared from the auditorium, appeared directly in the principal's office. He plopped down on the stool in front of his desk and burst into laughter. "This is so funny, so entertaining."

This Tiera laughed loudly, and next to him sat another Tiera, Professor Tiera, who had just followed Snape out of the Great Hall. At the other end of the desk sat a student Tiera.

The student, Tierra, was holding a cup of black tea, sipping it slowly and gently.

“Yes, it’s a lot of fun.” Student Tierra slowly put down her tea, then gently sat up from the principal’s office chair, leaning forward and extending her skeletal right hand toward Tierra across the desk—

The investigator, Tierra, who had been laughing and talking animatedly across the desk, stopped talking, sat up, and leaned forward slightly.

“You’re becoming more and more like me.” — Student Tierra

Or perhaps the most primordial Tiera gently stroked the investigator Tiera's cheek with her skeletal right hand, as if caressing an exquisite work of art.

Investigator Tierra, like a docile cat, slowly narrowed her eyes, letting the skeletal right hand of the original Tierra caress her face.

“Yes, I’m becoming more and more like you.” Investigator Tierra slowly opened her eyes, looking at the original Tierra with a smile in her eyes. “I’ve forgotten who I am, I’ve forgotten my original name, I’ve forgotten my past, my memories, my parents, and… and my children.”

“I am Tiera, I am just Tiera,” investigator Tiera said slowly.

“Good, very good, very good,” the original Tiera said with a smile.

(End of this chapter)