Tiera laughed.
It was a very perverted, perverted laugh.
The ugly laughter, like sandpaper rubbing against a stone surface, echoed in the library.
After Tiera copied the content about "Life Reconstruction" in "Seraino Fragment" into "The Inheriter", Tiera silently recited the incantation in her heart and left the library.
Tiera returned to the lounge and pulled out a wooden box from under her bed. A faint rancid smell could be smelled from inside the wooden box.
Tiera opened the box.
The inside of the wooden box was dark and exuded a strong smell of decay.
Countless ring-shaped worms of different colors scurried around in the soft and smelly meat, and from time to time a broken small spine or uneaten internal organs popped out.
These are Tiera's cursed worms.
Tiera is now able to make the cursed worm live outside of the living body like a real worm.
But the premise is that they must be fed with enough fresh blood and flesh, otherwise the worms will return to Tiera again.
But luckily this is Hogwarts.
Because of the existence of magic, the most indispensable thing in Hogwarts is food.
Every night Tiera would either ask Raven to catch a few mice, or ask the house elf in the kitchen for some pig, sheep or cow offal——
Even though there are so many strange foods in the wizarding world, including snacks with strong flavors like cockroach candy, wizards still don't eat offal!
So most of these offal are food for the house elves, but a lot of them will still be wasted.
Tiera put one hand close to the wooden box containing the cursed worms, stopping ten centimeters above the wooden box.
The cursed worms in the wooden box stopped eating and squirming. Each one was supported by its fat tail, and its slender little head with tiny teeth poked out from the rotten flesh.
Tiera placed his left hand on the "Inheriter", and the "Life Reconstruction" mantra flowed into his mind.
Tiera's other hand, which was resting on top of the wooden box, cracked in the center of the back of her right hand, forming a mouth with no lips, only a shallow layer of teeth and a deformed tongue.
"Cough...cough...heh..." The mouth on Tiera's right hand squirmed and arched upward a little. Tiera recalled the anatomy she had learned in her previous life, and temporarily differentiated into the palm of her right hand. A mouth and a vocal cord.
Tiera, who has a biological foundation, has made rapid progress in flesh and blood magic.
After getting used to her "new mouth" for a while, Tiera controlled its slow squirming and recited the "Life Reconstruction" mantra.
"Life Reconstruction" is different from "Inheriter" in that it is not a specialized life-saving magic, but a magic transformed from a reproductive magic called amorphous mycelium.
As the spell sounded, the skin of Tiera's right hand began to separate from the flesh and blood from the wrist, squirming forward, breaking away from Tiera's bloody palm bit by bit, and moving towards Tiera's palm like a thin glove. Square floats.
The moment the skin of Tiera's palm separated from Tiera, the worms in the wooden box seemed to be out of control and rushed towards the thin layer of skin suspended in mid-air, squeezing and merging with each other, and floating in mid-air. A weird worm aggregate was formed, with dozens of thick and long worm tails wriggling constantly.
Drop after drop of blood surged towards the worm aggregate suspended above the palm against gravity. Every time a drop of blood entered, the worm aggregate shrank a little.
The spherical polymer gradually became flat and stretched out five long columns like fingers.
"Snapped--"
Finally, when Tiera finished reciting the last spell, a dark brown, almost black glove fell to the ground.
Tiera could feel a very weak connection between herself and the glove on the ground.
Tiera had a slight thought, and the five fingers of her gloves on the ground wriggled a little, thinking that Tiera had crawled a few centimeters.
Tiera sighed, picked up the glove on the ground with her bloody right hand, and put it on her left hand.
"It's a good fit." Tiera clenched her fist, stretched it, and clenched it again, while her mind continued to strengthen the connection between herself and the gloves.
As the connection between Tiera and the gloves gradually strengthened, the color of the gloves gradually became lighter and lighter, until it was exactly the same as Tiera's skin color.
"This looks much more normal." Tiera couldn't feel the glove on her left hand at all.
Because of the "Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Sutra", Tiera only has the phalanx of the little finger on his left hand. Although he doesn't know why the phalanx of his little finger can still move freely, but because his little finger has lost its flesh and blood, even if it is The gloves she usually wears are very different from the gloves worn by normal people, especially the little finger. Tiera has to stuff a few balls of cotton into the gloves every time to make the little finger not look so dry.
And taking a shower was very troublesome. The Gryffindor bathroom was like Tiera's college bathroom in her previous life. One shower head was right next to the other, there was no partition, and there was no curtain between the two shower heads.
This made Tiera only dare to take a shower at a time when no one was around.
And Tiera has rejected Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins' invitations to take a bath together more than once.
If it weren't for this glove, Tiera wouldn't know why she would refuse next semester.
After all, boys who take a shower together are brothers.
"Should I say it's my own skin?" Tiera smiled.
Now Tiera's gloved left hand has no other abnormalities except that it is slightly larger than her right hand.
It’s like you’re not wearing gloves at all—
Hmm... cut off the skin from your right hand and make it into a semi-active magical life form and put it on your left hand...
This... doesn't seem to be considered wearing gloves...
Tiera stretched out her left hand and tried to control the glove through the connection with the glove.
Countless worm-like tentacles sprouted from the gloves, making Tiera's left hand seem to have turned into an aggregation of worms.
But these worm-like tentacles are not messy, but follow Tiera's thoughts and extend around.
One rolled up the traceless extension bag Tiera put on the bedside table, the other took out a jar of fresh whitening potion from the bag, one took out a plastic-tipped dropper from the bag, and the other was twisting the fresh whitening potion. The bottle cap of the medicine, one opened the bedside table, and the other took out the bandage from the bedside table...
Tiera can even control several other tentacles
Close the lid of the wooden box and push it under the bed——
Pick up the comb and comb your hair——
Pick up the pen——
Open Tom Riddle's diary——
