Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 849

All of this happened in a matter of seconds, but for Harry, every second felt like an eternity.

His hand instinctively gripped Hermione's, his nails almost digging into her skin, seeking some form of stability and comfort.

Hermione immediately sensed something was wrong, her voice filled with tension and worry: "Harry! What's wrong?"

Ron quickly stood up, his smile vanished, replaced by panic, and rushed towards Harry.

But they were all pushed away by an invisible force.

A figure suddenly appeared above Harry's curled-up body—

“Tiera!” Hermione called out his name almost immediately.

Tierra spread her arms, like a curtain descending from the sky, beginning gently and ending grandly. It softly and almost slowly condensed above Harry's head and then gently fell onto Harry.

Suddenly, the curtain formed by Natiela contracted abruptly, as if drawn by an invisible force, rapidly coalescing into a single point. In the process, it gently landed on Harry. The instant it touched Harry, one could see countless tiny rays of light being drawn from his body.

As if absorbing all the things causing Harry pain, the curtain, after a brief pause, began to detach from Harry's body.

It reformed into a Tiera in mid-air.

"Tittyella!" Harry, relieved of his pain, rolled over and lay on the deck. Looking at Tittyella, who was suspended in mid-air, he called out weakly.

"Hey Harry," Tiera, who had been floating in mid-air, landed and stood beside Harry. She slowly bent down, her touch both gentle and heavy, like a warm breeze brushing against Harry's cheek.

"What happened to Tittiella?" Harry asked, panting heavily.

"Thank you for your hard work, Harry." Tierra's eyes were deep and compassionate, a longing and sorrow of a long-lived species, as if she had witnessed the rise and fall of countless lives and the prosperity and decline of the past.

"The Tyrell you met in Spain was not me. It was Voldemort who impersonated him and used Legilimency to invade your and Hermione's minds. It was my oversight," Tyrell said calmly.

When Tyrell's fingers touched Harry's forehead, a warm power quietly flowed through him, penetrating the depths of his soul. It was not a simple healing, but a comfort that transcended the physical.

At that moment, Harry felt a sense of peace and comfort deep within his heart, as if an invisible hand was gently caressing his weary soul, dispelling all his sorrow and pain.

Tierra's eyes revealed a deep sorrow, as if he himself felt heartache and helplessness for everything Harry had endured.

“I’m leaving, Harry, I’m leaving,” Tierra said.

The crown of thorns appeared on Tiera's head, and his clothes were transformed into an incredibly bright and dazzling papal robe, like flames.

The wide papal robes billowed in the wind, revealing gleaming books and a staff with a human head underneath.

"Wait, Tyella, where are you going?" Harry and Hermione only then noticed that Tyella seemed to be acting strangely—

Tiera's body gradually underwent strange changes, resembling a fragile sculpture made of porcelain shards.

Those delicate, porcelain-like layers possess an incredible beauty. With each breath, the old porcelain shards slowly crack, and new layers grow from within to replace them.

This phenomenon shocked and disturbed both Harry and Hermione.

Tiera's entire existence is like a cycle of constant breaking and rebirth; each rupture brings painful spasms, while each rebirth brings a glimmer of hope.

Tyrell didn't answer Harry and Hermione's questions. Instead, she paused, as if remembering something, took off a ring from her finger, kissed it, and then put it on Harry's finger. It was a bone-like ring, its surface densely covered with what appeared to be engravings.

next moment--

Tierra just disappeared.

It was as if he had never been here at all.

Along with Tierra, the pillars of light that rose from volcanoes in Bhutan, the Scottish Highlands, and Cameroon, as well as the giant triangle of fire that spanned countless countries and regions, also disappeared.

Voldemort, his path to godhood, all occurred at some point when he entered a newly created space—

Yes, Tiera exhausted all the space and time magic she had learned, tearing out a separate space above the real world.

Tyra trapped herself and Voldemort here.

This unique space is born from reality, yet transcends it. The material, spiritual, and mental dimensions stripped from the real world lose their constraints here, converging, colliding, and then dispersing, returning everything to its most chaotic state, as if it were the beginning of the universe.

Matter and spirit intertwine, forming countless strange and beautiful scenes. Colorful lights shuttle through the void, creating a dazzling interplay of light and shadow.

In this chaotic space, time seems to have lost its meaning, and everything becomes blurry and uncertain.

Sometimes, a patch of green grass suddenly appears before your eyes, only to vanish in an instant; sometimes, a dazzling flame blooms in the air, then quickly extinguishes into nothingness. This space maintains a peculiar tranquility and chaos.

The most eye-catching of them all were the three towering pillars of light, and—

Tierra
Tiera's body began to contract violently.

It's not just shrinking, it's more about...
Collapse!

Tiera's body was now like a black hole; something within him began to exert a violent gravitational pull, causing everything around him to collapse and converge inward—

"Hehe." Tiera chuckled softly, spreading his arms and legs as he floated in mid-air, completely letting go—

The surrounding space began to distort, and all matter, spirit, and spirituality converged towards the core of her body, as if the energy of the entire space was rushing toward an inescapable destination.

The vortex that formed around his body grew more and more intense, distorting and swallowing the surrounding light and colors until he became a completely blank point.

Suddenly, the point began to expand, emitting a rumbling sound, like distant thunder echoing in space.

Tiera's body began to expand at an astonishing rate, as if countless worlds were being born within him, each expansion accompanied by a thunderous sound.

At this moment, the three pillars began to converge toward Tiera due to the complete vacuum of the three dimensions of matter, spirit, and mind.

The inward convergence of the three pillars offset the continued expansion of Tierra.

Back and forth, in this extreme back-and-forth, an unknown amount of time passed—

Tierra's body gradually returned to normal.

But suddenly, the next moment—