Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 813

The interior of the carriage appeared much larger than the exterior.

From the outside, this carriage might look like it could only carry two or three people at most, but once you step inside, it's incredibly large—

It was less a carriage and more a small mobile palace, with exquisite carvings and luxurious fabrics covering the entire interior.

Soft light streamed down through the ornate chandelier, illuminating the entire space and creating a warm and mysterious atmosphere.

The interior of the carriage is divided into several small compartments, just like a miniature train, with each compartment separated by an intricately carved wooden screen.

"Please come in, everyone." Tiera stood by the carriage door, her left hand on the door, her right hand making an exaggerated circle above her head, and then she bowed like a comical waiter, making an inviting gesture.

“Oh right, Hermione, you’ll be sitting in the same box as me in a bit,” Tierra suddenly said. “There are some things I’d like to talk to you about.”

"Huh?" Hermione was taken aback at first, then excitedly agreed, "Okay."

"Please." Tierra smiled and pulled back the screen of one of the private rooms.

"Oh, okay, okay." Hermione accepted Tyella's invitation and went into the private room with him.

“I’m sorry, Hermione, but the plans have changed.” Tyella’s smile vanished the moment she stepped into the box. She extended her hand to Hermione and said, “I may need you to return the Philosopher’s Stone to me. There is an urgent experiment that requires the Philosopher’s Stone temporarily. I will personally come with Professor Slughorn to return the Philosopher’s Stone to Mr. Flamel.”

“Oh, okay,” Hermione said somewhat dejectedly, then placed her suitcase across the small table between her and Tierra, opened it, and stepped onto a stool to enter.

The suitcase was transformed into a small laboratory of considerable size using a seamless extension spell.

Hermione went down the stairs from the suitcase opening, and when there were only two or three steps left, she jumped down with a "thump."

"By the way, Tierra, what kind of experiment is it? Why is it so urgent?" Hermione's voice came from the laboratory inside the suitcase.

“Oh, it’s not that important. It’s just… well… you know, a while ago… no, just yesterday, we got news from Brazil that a Brazilian congressman is willing to establish diplomatic relations with us, on the condition that we provide a sufficient quantity of the elixir of immortality,” Tierra said. “He’s dying. He’s very old and dying, plagued by diseases and suffering terribly.”

“He is our perfect puppet,” Tierra said. “Brazil is also a perfect place.”

“Yes, yes,” Hermione listened quietly to Tierra’s words, a thoughtful expression on her face. She began to try to understand the meaning behind Tierra’s words, trying to glimpse a part of his grand plan.

“From a Muggle perspective, Brazil has vast land, which could provide us immigrants with more living space and development opportunities if we want to formally establish a nation there in the future. Secondly, there are economic opportunities and resource needs. Brazil has abundant natural resources, such as agriculture and minerals, which could provide us with more economic opportunities and resource support for integrating into Muggle society. Thirdly, there are historical and political factors. Brazil has always been an open country, and the local Muggle people are more likely to accept it,” Hermione began to analyze.

“Ahem, Hermione, the Philosopher’s Stone,” Tiera interrupted from outside the box.

"Oh, right, right, right." Hermione patted her head and smiled sheepishly. "Sorry, sorry, I was thinking too deeply and forgot."

After saying that, Hermione stopped talking to Tyella and instead drew her wand, waving it at a box inside the Traceless Extension Box laboratory—

The box slowly opened under Hermione's special dispelling spell, revealing a Philosopher's Stone inside that shone like a miniature universe.

Hermione took the Philosopher's Stone, climbed the ladder out of the Seamless Extension Box, and then handed the Philosopher's Stone to Tyella.

“Here you go,” Hermione said, then added a Chinese idiom she had just learned: “Return the jade intact to Zhao.”

After Hermione finished speaking, she blushed and lowered her head somewhat embarrassedly.

One second
Two seconds.
Three seconds.
Hermione still received no response from Tyella, and the Philosopher's Stone was not taken from her.

Hermione couldn't help but glance at Tyella with curiosity—

Tierra stared blankly at the wizard in Hermione's hand, neither taking it nor responding to Hermione's words—she just stared at it blankly.

This made Hermione realize something was amiss.

"No! Who are you? You're not Tyella!" Hermione gripped the Philosopher's Stone tightly, pulled her hand back, and tried to stuff it into her pocket, but—

A hand grasped Hermione's wrist, which was holding the Philosopher's Stone.

That hand was icy cold, as if it had just been pulled out of an ice cellar.

The moment Hermione was grabbed, a chill ran through her body, and a nameless panic rose from the deepest part of her soul.

"Help! Someone help!" Hermione's panic intensified; she struggled desperately, screaming to break free from the grasp of that cold hand—

However, no matter how hard she tried, she could not get rid of that cold hand.

"Shh," Tyella whispered, immediately silencing Hermione's cries for help.

“Thank you, little girl,” Tyella said in a cold voice, forcefully prying Hermione’s hand open and taking the Philosopher’s Stone from her grasp.

“Now, little girl, it’s time for you to die.” The man staring at “Tiera’s” face sneered, his fingertips flashing with green light.

"Avadaso—"

"Bam—"

A loud bang came from above the carriage.

A hole was blasted in the elegantly decorated carriage canopy, and a beam of light interrupted Tiera's spellcasting.

"Oh Tom, Tom, even you would think of casting a forbidden spell on your own name. How could you underestimate a divine being like me?" As the dust settled, Tyra appeared in the carriage, shielding Hermione and Voldemort with her body.

The "Tierra" who was sitting opposite Hermione had an expression of anger and panic on her face. Her whole body twisted and turned into a pale-faced man with a snake-like face.

"Voldemort!" Hermione screamed.

Meanwhile, in another box, Harry's forehead scar began to throb with intense pain.

"Hermione! Hermione! Hermione! What's wrong?"

"what happened?"

"Scar! My scar!"

Such a commotion, of course, did not escape the notice of the others inside the carriage. They had heard an unusual sound as soon as Hermione first cried for help, and when Tyrell burst through the roof, they all left their seats and came to check on Hermione.

Just then, I saw two Tyrells confronting each other, and one of them transformed back into Voldemort.

"Volvod!" Harry cried out in pain, the scar on his forehead throbbing intensely again.

But Voldemort didn't even look at Harry, or pay any attention to anyone else. The moment Tyrell appeared, he turned into a wisp of black smoke, broke through the carriage window, and flew out.

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