Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 640 Popular Science
"Then...then...then does that mean our nightmares might come to life?" Neville asked fearfully. "Oh, Merlin, I don't want to face two Professors Snape."

“No, not at all,” Tierra said with a smile. “Essentially, what we enter in the Dreamland is your mental and spiritual dimensions. Because of the strange rules of that world, you are essentially a physical being in the Dreamland, and any damage your spiritual dimension suffers in that world will also manifest in your physical body, just like Harry did.”

"Muggle dreamers only have a mental dimension and not a spiritual dimension. Therefore, their initial entry into the dream world, or rather, their first entry into the dream world, is with their single mental dimension. This is a very dangerous thing, just like a tortoise without a shell, a snail without a shell, and..."

"And people running naked in the snow, but..."

"But as I said before, the Dreamland is a very peculiar space. It is a world created by a great god. There are countless dangers in it, but at the same time there are countless opportunities. If you are lucky enough or favored enough, you can enter the Dreamland as a Muggle and have the chance to go to the unknown Kadas or encounter ancient divine beings hidden among the people. You don't need to ask for blessings. Just a simple touch, or even just being in the same space, and being exposed to the divine light emanating from the ancient divine beings, can give a Muggle a spiritual dimension, allowing him to exist in the Dreamland as a spirit after his physical death."

"Mummy can become a wizard?" Ron swallowed hard, finding it utterly unbelievable.

“Of course, there are still many unknown things in this world, and even more things worth exploring and learning,” Tierra said.

“I don’t know if Harry is lucky or unlucky,” Tierra said with a smile. “Normally, someone like Harry who falls into the Dream Realm through the Dream Rift would appear on the sea, in the Enchanted Forest, or in a city with a large human population like Selphis. But I didn’t expect you to fall directly into the Cold Plains.”

Of course, this was just the stated reason; Tyella knew better than anyone why Harry was in the Cold Plains.

"As I said before, the Cold Plains is a cold, desolate, and lifeless place, and the creatures living there are extremely rare. Although they are rare, it does not mean that they are safe. On the contrary, the creatures living there are the most dangerous race in the entire Dreamland."

"What...what lives there?" Harry asked, still shaken.

“There are mainly two types: the inhabitants of the Cold Plains and the Cold Spiders,” Tiera said.

"Ooh!" Upon hearing the words "cold spider," Ron involuntarily began to make a soft, childlike sound.

“The inhabitants of the Cold Plains are humanoid creatures. Most of them have long, thick hair, hooves at the ends of their legs, horns on their heads, and tails behind them, resembling traditional demons. They also have a habit of cannibalism,” Tiera continued, “but they are not an independent race. Instead, they are a lower-ranking servant race. Their masters are called Moon Beasts, which are ugly, toad-like monsters covered in tentacles. They possess extremely powerful mind control abilities.”

"The Cold Plains Inhabitants are the Moon Beasts' spokespeople, brought to the forefront. They use these more human-like creatures to help them trade gold, spices, slaves, and precious furs. Therefore, to better fulfill their masters' tasks, the Cold Plains Inhabitants usually cover their non-human parts with robes. But even so, their terrifying mouths and evil character still make people keep their distance. The Cold Plains Inhabitants are vulgar, evil, and extremely lewd."

“Oh my God, that’s disgusting,” Seamus said with revulsion.

“Disgusting. And pathetic,” Tiera continued. “The Moon Beasts oppress the Coldlands as the lowest of slaves. The Coldlands can only do the lowest-level jobs and are forbidden from handling force. For example, steering, cooking, running errands, and negotiating trade with people on Earth or other planets. Even more tragically, the fatter Coldlands become food for the Moon Beasts. Most Coldlands merchants are sent to Dylath-Leen, where they must sell rubies mined from the Moon's mines and then buy more slaves, gold, spices, and furs. Once they return to the Moon, the new slaves and even the merchants themselves are usually assigned to work in the mines. Whether they become fat and are eaten as merchants or die from exhaustion in the mines, the Coldlands are a race with absolutely no future.” “That’s too tragic!” Simofenegan suddenly became melancholic again.

“Who told them to worship the strong so much?” Tiera sighed and rubbed her hands together. “You know, when the Moon Beasts first arrived, the Cold Plains people accepted the powerful Moon Beasts as gods. But soon after, their ‘new gods’ invaded and enslaved their entire race.”

"Alright, that's all for today. It's getting late. If you want to know more, study hard and try to pass NEWTs as soon as possible and get into magic university. There I will give you a more detailed explanation of the Dreamlands." Tierra sat up from Harry's bed and patted Harry's shoulder. "Go to sleep after you finish drinking. I will cast a spell on your room so that you will not be able to enter the Dreamlands by accident again."

"Hmm," Harry nodded wearily.

The experience was indeed exhausting, and even with Tyella by his side, Harry wasn't in the mood for any more conversation. All he wanted to do was get back to his warm bed as soon as possible.

After seeing Harry agree, Tyrell smiled again, turned around and left the Gryffindor dormitory.

"Mr. House-elf, please make a bowl of cream of mushroom soup, with plenty of cheese. Serve it in a large porcelain cup and place it on the first counter in the kitchen. I'll go get it myself," Tiera instructed her house-elf casually after leaving her Gryffindor dormitory.

Tyella's gentle voice pierced through the eight-story ancient building of Hogwarts and reached the cellar where the house-elves were on duty.

"Yes, sir, I'll be right there." Derby, the house-elf on duty tonight, immediately jumped up and ran to the kitchen to get busy.

About thirty minutes later, a steaming bowl of creamy mushroom soup, served in a small, handle-covered porcelain cup that could be held in both hands, was placed on the first table after entering the kitchen.

About five minutes later, when the cream of mushroom soup was still warm but not so hot, a hand from the past reached out from the void and grasped the cream of mushroom soup.

At the same time, a spinning Galleon suddenly appeared in front of Derby, the house-elf on duty in the guard room, and landed steadily in his hand.

I'm truly sorry, everyone. As the COVID-19 situation in Beijing gradually eases, the Institute of Botany has allowed me to take a taxi back to the institute. I officially started working on Monday. Because I hadn't done any experiments for over a month, I'll be immediately immersed in a busy experimental schedule upon returning. Therefore, in order to maintain consistent updates this month, I may only be able to update once a day starting today. At the end of the month, I will release all the chapters I've accumulated at once. Thank you for your understanding and support.

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