Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 211 Flame Cave
Despite all the preparations Harry made, his first Quidditch match in his third year ended in defeat.

Harry fell from a height of several dozen feet.

He encountered Dementors while chasing the Golden Snitch.

Thanks to Hermione's waterproof charm, Harry caught sight of the Golden Snitch. However, as he flew upwards in pursuit, something strange happened—

A silence, born of fear, fell over the tiered stands surrounding the track.

The wind was still as strong as ever, but it had forgotten to howl; it was as if someone had turned it off, as if Harry had suddenly gone deaf. Something had happened—

Then a familiar, terrifying chill swept over him again, inside his body. Just then, he sensed something moving on the pitch below. Harry didn't have time to think; he looked down from the Golden Snitch.

At least a hundred Dementors stood below him, their faces hidden beneath their headscarves, as if cold shards of ice were rising from his chest and cutting into his internal organs.

Then he heard the sound again, someone groaning, groaning inside his head, a woman…

Harry felt his body go numb, his vision go dark, and all his strength seemed to be drained away. He loosened his grip on the broom.

Harry slowly fell from the broom, free-falling from a height of fifty feet—

"No! Harry!"

The moment the Dementors hovered high in the sky, "Tieera" roared—

Hermione and Ron had never seen Tyella like this before; her face was contorted, her eyes bloodshot, and she charged toward the Quidditch arena like a mad dog.

Tierra braved the rain and mud to reach the center of the arena, drew her wand, pointed it to the air, and prepared to cast a shock-absorbing charm on the rapidly falling Harry, but just then—

Harry paused suddenly in mid-air, and then—

She floated lightly into Tiera's arms.

Tyella held Harry tightly, as if she were cradling some priceless treasure—

Seeing Tyrell hug Harry tightly, Dumbledore in the stands put down his wand with a look of satisfaction and prepared to return to his seat.

“Albus…” Professor McGonagall, sitting next to Dumbledore, said with a worried look, “I don’t know if you feel the same way… but I always feel that Tyella’s attitude towards Harry… lately Tyella’s attitude towards Harry has been a bit too strange… you’re an expert in this area, can you give me some advice?”

Dumbledore: ...

"Heh, Minerva, more than half a century has passed, and your tongue is still as sharp as ever," Dumbledore chuckled dryly. "It's the era of young people now, how come they—"

Dumbledore was interrupted by a series of sharp and terrifying screams before he could finish speaking.

Hundreds of Dementors swooped down from mid-air like vultures spotting a carcass, attacking Tierra and Harry.

"what----"

A Dementor that flew faster pounced and took the first breath—

Tierra bent down and shielded Harry with her body.

"Damn it!" Dumbledore cursed, quickly standing up, drawing his wand, his eyes burning with fury.

A dazzling white light shot from the tip of Dumbledore's staff, hurtling towards the vulture-like Dementors—

While the farce unfolded on the Quidditch field.

In the Chamber of Secrets beneath Hogwarts, Peter Pettigrew, the sleeping star, is caught in a strange and terrifying dream—

In his dream, Peter Pettigrew is wearing a gorgeous suit he has never seen before, walking across a gray and desolate field.

Little 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 along by the crimson suit he was wearing.

As layers of mental walls were built up, Tierra also lost the ability to dream.

To be precise, Tyra has lost the ability to dream safely, especially after using the lingering power of Yog-Sothoth to construct a seventh mental wall, providing powerful protection for Tyra's mental world. Ordinary external forces find it difficult to penetrate this mental wall and affect Tyra. In other words, Tyra either doesn't dream, or Nyarlathotep directly enters her dreams—

And since Tiera cannot dream, she cannot enter the Dream Realm—

Fortunately, Tierra still has "parasites".

Tiera didn't just name the "Parasit" for fun.

From the beginning, "The Parasite" was intended as Tiera's backup plan to save her life in case Tiera's second-year plans went awry.

However, the true "life reconstruction" is a complex and lengthy magical ritual, which Tiera was simply incapable of completing in a short time given her level of expertise at the time.

In other words, if things change and the Tierra Plan fails, he will have no choice but to rely on a half-finished "parasite".

So Tiera took a clever approach. Just as the most essential magic of the "Inheritor" is "loophole," the most essential magic that Tiera anchored for the "Parasite" was "parasitism."

This allows Tiera to quickly resurrect herself by parasitizing other three-dimensional life forms.

The "parasite," composed of the fires of spirit, matter, and soul, can do more than simply parasitize the host's body; it can simultaneously parasitize the host across three dimensions—spirit, soul, and matter—achieving perfect control over the host.

Just like how Tiera is now using parasites to control Peter the Pettigrew.

Tierra herself cannot dream, but she can make the little dwarf dream for her by parasitizing him.

The sky of the shallow dream was shrouded in a chaotic yet incredibly beautiful mist. Soon, Peter Pettigrew arrived at the edge of the dream—

It was a bottomless cliff, beyond which lay an equally chaotic sea of ​​gray fog.

Peter Pettigrew stopped at the edge of the cliff, his imagination running wild in his dreams—

The gray fog surged, and gray stone steps appeared at the edge of the cliff—

Peter Pettigrew stepped onto the stone steps and descended seventy steps—

They arrived at a cave engulfed in countless flames—

"Go back! Traveler, this is not a place for you!"

Two hunched old men stood in the fiery cave. They were tall, at least three meters tall even when bent over, and their white beards cascaded down to the ground like waterfalls.

They wore enormous double crowns and magnificent robes, one pale blue and the other pale yellow.

"Sage of Dreams, Priest of the Flaming Cave, Great Guardian of the Abyss, Nash, Kaman-Za, greetings." Tiera, controlling Peter Pettigrew, bowed to the two elders. "Apprentice of Black Magic, despicable traitor, Peter Pettigrew, servant of the Noseless Monster, pays his respects."

The two priests of the Flame Cave—

Nash and Kaman-Za exchanged a glance, both seeing shock in each other's eyes.

It seems I've never seen anyone give themselves such a self-deprecating title.

"Welcome to the Land of Dreams, apprentice of dark magic." But not wanting to be rude, Kaman-Za still said politely, "Please go back, traveler, this is not a place for you."

“No, this is exactly where I belong,” Peter Pettigrew said humbly. “I hope to receive the blessing of the two great priests, and I wish to enter the Dreamland.”

Nash and Kaman-Za exchanged glances again, and from their expressions, Tiera read—

Another one who's not afraid of death.

Just die.

What does it matter to me whether you, Peter Pettigrew, live or die?
I, Tyrell, remained firmly seated in the Chamber of Secrets at Hogwarts.

Today marks the official start of the dual-narrative structure: one side follows the father-son relationship between Sirius Black and Harry, while the other follows Tyrell's exploration of the Dreamlands.

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