Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 649 Kadas

"Is this dangerous?" Harry asked quietly, glancing worriedly at Hermione, who was absentmindedly playing cards.

“I don’t know,” Tierra said, shaking her head. “The gods of dreams, like the phoenix, are born divine beings, existing in the same dimension as me. I can’t know as much about them as I do about other wizards or Muggles. They may have a benevolent attitude towards Hermione, this unexpected intruder, but it’s more likely that they view this low-dimensional intruder with malice and a desire to drive her away.”

"After I brought Hermione back, I cast the Heri spell on her spiritual dimension, using the Heri potion as the casting material, to create a permanent mental and spiritual barrier for her, preventing her from accidentally entering the Dreamland and Kadas again from her sleep."

“But she,” Harry said.

“But she has become deeply infatuated with the place,” Tierra said.

"What's so captivating about Cardas that makes Hermione so infatuated?" Harry asked, puzzled.

Harry thought that "addiction" was something that was almost impossible for a rational Hermione.

“Because Kadas was created to entice others into obsession.” Tiera smiled. “Kadas is not heaven, it’s a cage, a breeding tank created specifically for those ancient gods. Kadas was created by a great being. Kadas gathers all the beautiful dreams from the birth of the universe to the present. The purpose of that great being in creating it is very clear: to keep the ancient gods like pets. Kadas will entice all intelligent beings who have seen or encountered it to fall into or become obsessed with it.”

"Then Hermione?" Harry asked worriedly.

“I pulled her back in time. Hermione’s stay there was relatively short. This infatuation and infatuation is only superficial and has not penetrated into her subconscious,” Tierra said. “The reason she is so anxious to find the Dreamland and Kadath now is not only because Kadath is indeed tempting, but also because she was removed from the research group by me. She is having a hard time accepting it and needs to find something to do to fill the empty time.”

“Don’t worry, Hermione will be fine,” Tyella said with a smile. “I’ll keep a close eye on her and make sure she doesn’t have a chance to return to the Dreamlands. The problem now is you, Harry.”

“Me?” Harry asked, puzzled.

“Because of the soul of Voldemort within you, I cannot construct a spiritual barrier in your spiritual dimension like Hermione could. This could very well allow fragments of Voldemort’s soul to merge with your soul,” Tierra said. “So learn Occlumency as soon as possible.”

“But, Tyella, you pulled me back, I…” Harry seemed to want to ask something, but was quickly interrupted by Tyella.

“The Dreamland is a very special place, Harry,” Tierra said. “It’s a parallel space composed of the subconscious and dreams of intelligent life in the universe. If you’ve been to the Dreamland, then the door from your deep dreams to the Dreamland is opened, like a brand. You can give a speech while the horse is covered, take it to a grassland, and then it can follow its memory back to that grassland. Unless you can stay vigilant at all times, one day you will unintentionally penetrate the gap between dreams and return to the Dreamland.”

"Will I be in danger?" Harry asked.

“No, the Dreamlands are practically my territory. I became a god thanks to the favor of the Dreamlands’ de facto ruler and creator, and even a casually tossed breadcrumb. Within the Dreamlands, I possess power akin to that of a fifth-dimensional Great Old One. Furthermore, thanks to the Dreamlands’ unique environment, I can briefly access tributaries of time and use them as springboards to jump to nearby time points. So, if you encounter danger within the Dreamlands, as long as it doesn’t involve the true Great Old Ones, ancient gods, or Outer God cubs, I can always come to your rescue in time,” Tiera said with a smile. “However, I still suggest you wear something warmer when you sleep. Although I can come to your rescue promptly, being cold isn’t pleasant, is it?”

“Yes, yes!” Harry nodded vigorously. At this moment, the Christmas atmosphere inside Number Twelve Grimmauld Place was already extremely strong.

Fleur Delacour and Bill Weasley seemed to have had a few drinks; she looked quite tipsy and even started singing along with Beckman on the radio.

Sirius Black and Lupin were talking about something. They sat by the fire and looked like they had drunk a little. Their faces were flushed red by the firelight, and they seemed to be having a very pleasant conversation.

However, this festive Christmas atmosphere was soon ruthlessly interrupted by Mrs. Weasley at 10:30.

"Alright, friends!" Mrs. Weasley, seemingly a little tipsy, swayed to her feet, clapped her hands, and shouted, "Time for bed!"

"Quick, it's time for bed!" Mrs. Weasley urged again, hands on her hips. "Don't make me invite you."

The first to act was Tierra. He stood up, greeted everyone in the room, and then, like a magician finishing a performance in the Muggle world, bowed deeply. As he straightened up, Tierra's body transformed into countless golden confetti fluttering in the air.

It was as if Tyella had never been here. If it weren't for the unfinished cured meat still in the kitchen, Harry would have thought Tyella's arrival was just a figment of his imagination.

After Tyella disappeared, Harry and Ron acted quickly. Mrs. Weasley's imposing presence was almost ingrained in their genes. They returned to their bedroom on the third floor as usual, where there were two beds, one for Harry and one for Ron.

Ron immediately fell asleep, but before getting into bed, Harry crawled into his suitcase and took out his "Advanced Potions Making Tutorial".

He opened the book and started reading. Because of Tyrell's conversation, Harry was now a little reluctant to sleep, but he had to sleep anyway, so he decided to read for a while until he couldn't stay awake any longer before going to sleep.

The next morning, Harry woke up to find a bloated stocking lying at the foot of his bed.

He put on his glasses and looked around. The windows on the third floor of number twelve Grimmauld Place were completely blurred by snow. Ron was sitting upright on the bed, examining a heavy gold chain.

"What's that?" Harry asked.

“It was a gift from Lavender,” Ron said with a hint of disgust. “She genuinely wanted me to wear it…”

(End of this chapter)