Despite all the preparations Harry had made, Harry's first Quidditch match in his third year ended in failure——
Harry fell dozens of feet.
While chasing the Golden Snitch, he encountered a Dementor.
Thanks to Hermione's waterproof spell, Harry caught the Golden Snitch. However, when he chased the Golden Snitch and flew upwards, something strange happened -
A timid silence fell on the terraces surrounding the track.
Although the wind was still as strong as before, it forgot to roar, as if someone had turned off the wind, as if Harry suddenly became deaf, something happened -
Then a familiar and terrible cold wave hit him again, inside his body. At this moment, he just felt something moving on the field below. Harry didn't have time to think, and took his eyes away from the Golden Snitch to look down. .
There were at least a hundred dementors standing below, their faces hidden under their hoods facing him, as if cold ice shards were rising from his chest, cutting into his internal organs.
Then he heard the sound again, someone moaning, moaning inside his head, a woman...
Harry felt that his body became numb and his vision became dark. As if all the strength in his body had been drained, Harry loosened his hand that had been holding the broom tightly——
Harry slowly fell off the broom, free-falling from a height of fifty feet——
"No! Harry!"
The moment the dementors were lingering in the sky, "Tiera" roared——
Hermione and Ron had never seen "Tiera" like this, with a ferocious face and bloodshot eyes, running towards the Quidditch field like a mad dog——
"Tiera" braved the rain and mud and ran to the center of the arena. She pulled out her wand and pointed it in the air, preparing to cast a shock-absorbing spell on Harry who was falling rapidly, but at this moment——
Harry suddenly paused in mid-air, and then——
He landed lightly in "Tiera's" arms.
"Tiera" hugged Harry tightly, as if she was holding some rare treasure in her arms——
Seeing "Tiera" hugging Harry tightly, Dumbledore in the audience put down his wand with a look of relief and prepared to sit back in his seat.
"Albus..." Professor McGonagall, who was sitting next to Dumbledore, said with a worried look, "I don't know if you feel this way... but I always feel that Tiera is against Harry... Recently Tiera Your attitude towards Harry is a bit too weird... You are an expert in this area, you give me advice."
Dumbledore: ...
"Haha, Minerva, more than half a century has passed, and your mouth is still so poisonous." Dumbledore laughed dryly and said, "It's the age of young people now, how can they-"
Before Dumbledore could finish his words, he was suddenly interrupted by sharp and terrifying screams.
Hundreds of dementors swooped down from mid-air in groups and pounced on "Tiera" and Harry like vultures seeing a rotting corpse——
"ah----"
A faster-flying Dementor rushed over and took the first sip——
"Tiera" leaned down and blocked Harry.
"Damn it!" Dumbledore cursed, stood up quickly, pulled out his wand, his eyes burning with rage.
A bright white light erupted from the tip of Dumbledore's staff and rushed towards the group of vulture-like dementors——
While the drama unfolds on the Quidditch field.
In the secret room beneath Hogwarts, the sleeping Peter Pettigrew fell into a strange and terrifying dream——
In the dream, Peter Pettigrew was wearing a gorgeous dress that he had never seen before, walking on a gray and desolate field.
Pettigrew was horrified to discover that he could hear, see, and feel everything around him, but he could not control his own actions.
Peter Pettigrew felt like a puppet trapped inside his own body, being carried forward by the red dress he wore.
As the mental walls were built layer by layer, Tiera also lost the ability to dream——
To be precise, Tiera lost the ability to dream safely, especially after using the residual power of Yog-Sothoth to build a seventh-layer spiritual wall, which provided strong protection for Tiera's spiritual world. It is difficult for power to penetrate the mental wall and affect Tiera.
In other words, Tiela either doesn’t dream, or Nayatolatip directly enters the dream——
And since Tiera cannot dream, she cannot enter the dreamland——
But fortunately, Tiera still has "parasites".
Tiera didn't name "Parasite" just for fun.
The "parasite" has been positioned as Tiera's life-saving back-up from the beginning. If anything goes wrong with Tiera's second-year plan, Tiera can use her "parasite" to save her life.
But the real "life reconstruction" is a complex and lengthy magic ritual, and Tiera's level at the time was simply incapable of being completed in a short time.
In other words, if things change and Tiera's plan fails, then he can only rely on a half-finished "parasite".
So Tiera took a trick. Just like the most essential magic of "Inheritor" is "loophole", the most essential magic of Tiera anchoring "Parasite" is "parasitism"——
This allows Tiera to quickly complete resurrection directly by parasitizing other three-dimensional beings.
The "parasite" composed of spiritual fire, material fire and spiritual fire can not only parasitize the host's body, but also complete the parasitism from the three dimensions of spirit, spirituality and material at the same time. The host exercises perfect control——
Just like how Tiera now uses Parasite to control Peter Pettigrew.
Tiera cannot dream on her own, but she can parasitize Pettigrew and let Pettigrew dream for him.
The sky of the shallow dreamland was shrouded in chaotic and extremely gorgeous fog. Soon, Peter Pettigrew came to the boundary of the dreamland——
It was a cliff with no bottom, and outside the cliff was the same chaotic sea of gray fog.
Peter Pettigrew stopped at the edge of the cliff, his imagination spreading in his dreams——
The gray fog in front of him surged, and gray stone steps appeared on the edge of the cliff——
Peter Pettigrew stepped onto the stone steps and walked down seventy steps——
Arriving in front of a cave burning with countless flames——
"Go back! Traveler, this is not a place for you to come!"
There were two stooped old men standing in the Flame Cave. They were tall, at least three meters tall even if they were bent over, and their gray beards hung down to the ground like waterfalls.
They wore huge double crowns and gorgeous robes of light blue and light yellow.
"The wise man of the dream, the priest of the giant flame cave, the great guardian of the abyss, Nash, Kaman Zha, hello." Tiera controlled Peter Pettigrew and bowed to the two old men, "The black magic Padawan, vile traitor, and servant of the Noseless, Peter Pettigrew salutes you."
The two priests of the Flame Cave—
Nash and Kaman-Zha looked at each other, and they both saw shock in each other's eyes.
It seems I have never seen anyone add such a self-deprecating title to themselves.
"Welcome to the land of dreams, apprentice of black magic." But not to hit the smiling man, Kaman Za still said politely, "Please go back, traveler, this is not the place you should come to."
"No, this is exactly where I should be." Peter Pettigrew said humbly, "I hope to be blessed by the two great priests, and I want to enter the dreamland."
Nash and Kaman-Za looked at each other again, and Tiera read from their expressions——
Here comes another one who is not afraid of death.
Just die.
What does it have to do with me whether Peter Pettigrew dies or not?
I, Tiera, am still sitting firmly in the secret room of Hogwarts.
7017k
