Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 72 The Scapegoat

Hagrid escorted Harry, Ron, Hermione, Malfoy, and Tierra out of the Forbidden Forest, then hurriedly followed the centaurs Frenzer and Ronan—the long-haired, golden-haired centaur who had shot an arrow at the "Inheritor"—to investigate the location of the unicorn incident.

But the real instigator had already followed Thiera into the castle.

After a tense and exciting night in the Forbidden Forest, even Malfoy lost interest in making sarcastic remarks and remained listless the whole way, like a cucumber that had been hit by frost.

Back in the Gryffindor common room, the four young wizards—Tierra—intended to go straight to take a bath and go to bed, but Harry and Hermione led them to the sofa in front of the fireplace.

Tyella was helplessly squeezed between Harry and Hermione.

Tom Riddle's diary was tucked into his arms, while the drastically altered "Successor," now back in his hands, was placed under his bottom.

These are two books that he dares not part with at all.

If any of his books were discovered by others, it would bring him endless trouble.

"Snape is going to get the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort! Snape isn't going to use it himself! He's going to get the Philosopher's Stone for Voldemort! Voldemort is waiting in the forest! We thought Snape just wanted to get rich off the Philosopher's Stone..." Harry said excitedly as soon as he sat down.

"No! Don't say that name again!" Ron whispered in a panic, as if afraid Voldemort would hear him.

But Harry wouldn't listen to him at all. "Frenzel saved me! Frenzel said so! He said the stars indicated Voldemort was coming back! Tyella heard it too!"

Tiera nodded helplessly.

"Could you please stop saying that name!" Ron said in a low voice.

“So now all I can do is wait for Snape to go steal the Philosopher’s Stone,” Harry continued excitedly, “and then Voldemort will come here and kill me…”

Hermione looked terrified, but she still managed to find words to comfort Harry.

“Harry, everyone says that the only person the Man of Darkness is ever afraid of is Dumbledore. Dumbledore is the most powerful white wizard in history. With Dumbledore here, the Man of Darkness won’t hurt you in the slightest. And who says that the centaurs’ words are always true? I think that sounds like fortune telling. Professor McGonagall said it’s a very imprecise kind of magic.”

Hermione rattled off a whole bunch of things in one breath.

"..." Tierra opened her mouth, wanting to say something for Snape, but ultimately kept it closed.

Tiera was a little tired and just wanted to end the conversation quickly so he could go back to sleep or drink a vial of Heris potion.

Despite his abundant magic and physical strength.

However, his mental energy was greatly depleted.

Tierra had to maintain a mental wall and a carefully constructed persona outside the wall, using brain-locking techniques to keep Tom Riddle on his toes.

On the one hand, they also need to control the "inheritor" to complete today's growth ceremony.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the "Inheritor" devoured the unicorn and grew from a twelve-page human skin book into a complete 666-page bibliography in less than five minutes. This process required Tiera to remotely control the book, constantly outputting magical constructs of the spiritual and mental dimensions, and integrating them into the spiritual and mental dimensions formed based on the unicorn.

So he was too lazy to correct the misconceptions of a few stubborn children.

Amidst the arguing and discussion among Harry, Hermione, and Ron, Tyella gradually closed her eyes, preparing to take a short nap.

They didn't stop arguing until dawn. Ron and Hermione were about to go back to their dorms to get some sleep, but Harry decided to stay in the common room a little longer.

Because Tyrell, who was in a light sleep, kept nodding her head lower and lower until it finally rested on Harry's shoulder.

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After their confinement, they soon faced their final exams. Tyella and Hermione, of course, passed without any trouble.

But Harry and Ron didn't have it so easy.

Ron, who was usually idle, and Harry, who was busy with Quidditch, had to get a crash course from Tierra before the exam before they left the exam hall in a panic.

“It was much easier than I thought.” Hermione said as they walked out of the examination hall for the last exam—History of Magic—and onto the sunny field outside. “I didn’t actually need to memorize the werewolf code of conduct from 1637, or the details of the house-elf rebellion.”

Hermione always liked to review the exam content after the exam, but Ron said it disgusted him.

So they slowly walked down the slope to the lakeside and sat down under a tree with a thud.

Over there, a large squid lay sunbathing in the warm, shallow water, while the Weasley twins and Lee Jordan gently stroked its tentacles.

“Great! No more studying.” Ron sighed happily and stretched out on the grass. “Harry, cheer up! We’ll find out how badly we did in a week. There’s no need to worry about it now.”

Harry rubbed his forehead.

"Does it hurt again?" Thiele reached out and helped Harry rub his forehead.

Tyella inadvertently discovers that when he touches Harry's lightning bolt-shaped scar, he can feel a much stronger "traces" of dark magic than when he touches a Horcrux.

It's understandable to think that way, since Harry's lightning bolt-shaped scar was caused by the clash of two completely opposite and extremely powerful dark magic forces—the bloodline protection charm from Lily's maternal love and the killing curse from Voldemort filled with murderous intent.

So when Harry's scars started to hurt, Tierra took it upon herself to massage them for him.

Tierra had to stay up late frequently to do experiments for a period of time, so she taught herself some massage techniques and used a method of massaging her temples with medicated oil.

Although Tyella knew perfectly well that this was completely useless, he could use Harry's scars to explore and practice how to sense the "traces" of dark magic.

"Thank you, Tyella, I feel much better," Harry said a little shyly.

But through her glimpse into the magic, Tyella knew that Harry was not better; his forehead was still burning with pain.

Spying Magic is essentially a passive, simplified version of Legilimency; when Tiera makes physical contact with others, she can automatically hear their thoughts.

However, unlike Legilimency, this magic cannot unearth memories buried deep in the mind; it can only linger on the surface of the subconscious.

This can easily lead to misjudgment.

Because human consciousness is not always singular; it is mostly a mixture of many thoughts.

To peer into this magic, one can only hear the strongest single thought.

Just like now, when Harry is tormented by his scars, Tyella can only empathize with the burning pain, but cannot hear any other thoughts in Harry's mind.

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By the way, many readers might find the interactions between Harry and the protagonist a bit too English. Please rest assured, this book has no romantic subplot; the relationship between the protagonist and Harry is purely a socialist brotherhood.

The more interaction we give now, the more satisfying it will be when things get heated later.

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