Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 730
Although this was not the first time Brireem had entered the Pensieve space.

However, when Langiersula pulled him into the Pensieve space, Brireim couldn't help but exclaim in surprise.

Brireim felt as if he had traveled to a parallel world.

The entire space was filled with a delicate yet gloomy atmosphere, as if even the air itself had become heavy and resilient.

Everything around became dark; there was no moon, no sun, only a faint light, as if illuminated by a fire that had lingered from some ancient place.

Brireem looked ahead and saw a tall house enveloping them, its large windows radiating a dazzling golden light, exuding a mysterious and eerie atmosphere.

The room wasn't very big, but it felt extremely cramped. The space where they stood was piled with all sorts of manuscripts, bottles, jars, and magical reagents.

However, in the very center of the room, there was an empty space with several white candles on it. A magic ritual circle made of black lines was drawn on the ground, and in the center of the magic circle, there was a strand of hair and a few drops of dried blood.

But before Blairim could even see what kind of ritual formation it was...

The surrounding manuscripts moved on their own, without any wind, and all of them landed on the candle.

In an instant, the entire memory turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"what--!"

Blairim was pulled out of the memory space.

Bryim stood there dumbfounded in front of the Pensieve, not having reacted yet.

“It wasn’t like this in my dream,” Brirem said blankly.

“Of course,” Tierra said calmly, “because this is not your dream at all, but a curse that parasitizes your spiritual dimension.”

“A curse?” Brireem’s voice trembled with fear. “Yes, yes, who cast the curse?” It was as if curses were something far removed from him, something only mentioned in books.

“Although there is no evidence, it is most likely Voldemort, who is also called Tom Riddle,” Tierra said.

“V-Voldemort!?” Brireem almost screamed, “Why, why did he curse me?”

Brireem was so scared he almost cried.

“I guess you don’t sleepwalk, right?” Tierra asked.

“No! Absolutely not!” Brireem firmly denied. “I’m a very quiet sleeper! I fall asleep as soon as I lie down!”

“But lately, you’ve been waking up with all sorts of bruises on your hands, haven’t you?” Tierra asked again.

“How…how did you know?” Brireem asked in shock.

He didn't tell anyone about this.

Tierra looked at Blairim with a mixture of pity and amusement.

He didn't know where to begin. Should he start with the fact that there were no secrets about Longiersue at all in Hogwarts, or with the fact that the demon represented by the cross on Longiersue's chest was actually pointing directly at him, or with the fact that he controlled and guided Voldemort's movements at all times through the fragment of Voldemort's soul inside his stomach?

That's why Tierra went after this brat.

With so many factors combined, it would be somewhat insincere to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

“I have my own methods,” Tiera said vaguely. “After all, I am one of the few divine beings in this world, aren’t I?”

(End of this chapter)