Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 814

Hermione reacted exceptionally quickly and skillfully, rolling sideways from the floor to Harry's side, then drawing her wand and drawing a circle in the air—

He unleashed a simplified version of the Nakt Wall, protecting everyone, including himself.

"Now that you're here, don't leave!" Tiera gently shook hands with the person in front of her.

Whether it was Hermione, Harry, the Weasleys, or Fleur and Sirius, they all felt a tremor in the surrounding space—

Just moments ago they were inside the carriage, anxiously awaiting Voldemort's sudden appearance, but the next moment they found themselves in the middle of the road.

Tierra was there too, standing just outside Hermione's protective circle. In his hand he held a carriage that had shrunk countless times. The carriage was trapped inside a square, transparent spatial barrier, and countless wisps of black energy spread out from the carriage, fiercely crashing against the spatial barrier like an enraged octopus.

Tierra held up the miniature carriage in her hand like a specimen, and smiled at Harry, Hermione, Ron, and the others.

“Look,” Tiera said casually, “this is what they call inviting someone in.”

However, Tierra had not finished speaking.

The spatial barrier in his hand suddenly underwent a strange change—

The black mist inside the miniature carriage in Tyella's hand began to increase, and Voldemort, through some unknown means, simply disappeared inside the miniature carriage in Tyella's hand.

The black energy began to accumulate rapidly within the spatial barrier, soon reaching a critical point, and then—

"Ding--"

Tiera smiled slightly, and a golden light shone from his left eye. The spread of black mist within the spatial barrier stopped abruptly, as if a pause button had been pressed.

Then Tiera gently tossed the spatial barrier upwards with her hand—

The miniature carriage shot upwards like a meteor, quickly leaving Earth and even the solar system.

Almost instantly, the miniature carriage appeared on a perpetually dark gas planet in the Bardna system.

There dwells a deformed, clumsy creature from the universe, a bizarre being that seems to be a combination of a turtle and a worm.

The carriage, shrouded in black mist, crashed into the strange creature, causing the black mist to explode.

The strange creature was slightly awakened, but it only groaned a few times before falling back asleep.

The black mist leaking from the carriage gradually merged into the planet—

The two are of the same origin.

"What happened? Tyella? Did you take care of Voldemort?" Hermione asked, removing the simplified version of the Wall of Knuckles.

“He escaped.” Tiera sighed helplessly. “He used the power of a four-dimensional being called the Hidden One to escape.”

"Will we be able to find him?" Hermione asked.

“Hmm,” Tierra gazed into the distance, her countless avatars and clones simultaneously looking at Tom Riddle in his childhood, youth, and old age.

“I can’t find it,” Tyella said with a smile. “This time it was my carelessness. By the way, Hermione, your reaction was very quick. In such a short time, you were able to see through Voldemort’s disguise and immediately activate Wall of Knuckles after he attacked. Although it’s just a simplified version, it can still be a lifesaver in a critical moment.” “Oh, it’s nothing. It’s just that I need to train more,” Hermione said, blushing.

Tiera smiled slightly and didn't say anything more. Even when praising someone, one should only go so far.

Harry watched as the miniature carriage in Tierra's hands soared into the sky, the scar on his forehead still throbbing, the pain preventing him from concentrating.

"What should we do?" Harry asked, his eyes filled with worry. "Voldemort has already obtained the magic—"

“You don’t need to worry about this, Harry,” Tyella interrupted crisply. “You two enjoy your vacation and your trip. I’ll take care of the rest.”

“But—” Harry wanted to say something more.

“There are no buts.” Tierra shook her head. “Voldemort has now been able to contact four-dimensional beings and borrow their power.”

“He has become too dangerous for you,” Tierra continued. “He is no longer the Voldemort who could only kill Avada Kedavra.”

“Leave professional matters to professionals,” Tierra said with a smile, “like me.”

Tyrell's answer did little to reassure Harry. The mere mention of "four-dimensional beings" meant that Voldemort had become extremely dangerous and powerful. And what troubled Harry even more was—

He himself was unable to shoulder the responsibility of fighting Voldemort!

He was clearly the savior.

"So what should we do?" Harry asked in a low voice. "Or is there something we need to do?"

“You don’t need to do anything, Mr. Weasley, Mr. Sirius.” Longiersu looked at the few adult wizards in the group. “If you can help contact wizards in various European countries during this journey and convey my goodwill to them, I will be extremely grateful.”

“I will do my best, Mr. Tierra,” Mr. Weasley solemnly replied.

"Tch, don't count on me." Sirius Black scoffed dismissively. "Your previous war and policies offended ninety-nine percent of the wizards in Europe."

“They’re not stupid, they’re all smart men. They’ll compare the differences between me and Voldemort,” Tierra said with a smile. “Then they’ll make the wise choice.”

Sirius glanced at Harry, then at Tierra, and finally sighed helplessly, saying:

"Okay, okay, I'll try my best, but I can't guarantee the results."

"Thank you." Tiera smiled, then gently pushed her hand into the air in front of her—

A door, gleaming with starlight, suddenly appeared before them—

“First, let me take you to Paris.” Tierra stood at the door and gestured for you to proceed.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, the Weasleys, Sirius Black, and Fleur Delacour passed through the portal and arrived at the Champs-Élysées, the most bustling and famous street in Paris.

This famous avenue is lined with luxury brand boutiques and high-end fashion stores, their windows displaying the latest clothing, jewelry, and luxury goods. Upscale restaurants, cafes, and bars dot the street, where people enjoy meals in the sunshine or sip espresso at outdoor cafes, creating a unique and fashionable atmosphere. Various luxury cars and tour buses travel along the street, with convoys of flag-adorned vehicles constantly moving about, and stylish Parisian women and gentlemen weaving through the crowds.

(End of this chapter)