Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 214 Zug
Madam Pomfrey wanted Harry to stay at the hospital until the weekend.

Harry neither argued with her nor complained, but obediently lay down on the bed—

But Harry immediately regretted it.

Because on his first night in the hospital, "Tiera" secretly slipped out—

It wasn't until Dumbledore visited her at the university hospital that "Tiera" reappeared, her eyes filled with guilt and unease.

"Harry...are you feeling better?"

"Tiera" asked cautiously.

"Hmm... I'm much better," Harry said softly. "It's just a bit of a shame about my Nimbus 2000."

When Dumbledore came to see him yesterday, he also brought Harry's Nimbus 2000, which had been smashed to pieces by the Whomping Willow.

That was the flying broomstick that Professor McGonagall gave Harry in his first year, and it stayed with him for three years—

"Don't worry, Harry."

"Tiera" said, "You will definitely get something better..."

Tyella stayed with Harry for a while longer, then placed the sweets and drinks she had bought a few days earlier to celebrate Harry's Quidditch victory next to his bedside. Then she left quietly, without disturbing anyone.

After Tyella left, Harry felt a little bored. After eating some candy, he turned over and slowly fell asleep again.

After Harry fell asleep, a rustling sound came from the school hospital's dispensary.

"You stepped on my skirt, Albus." Professor McGonagall tugged at her skirt, then tiptoed out of the dispensary, excitedly turning back to say, "It's true!"

"Keep your voice down, Minerva." Dumbledore followed behind, lifting her skirt as well. "Don't wake little Harry."

“Okay,” Professor McGonagall said, then lifted her skirt and quietly walked out of the university hospital one after the other with Dumbledore.

"What did you talk about that day?" McGonagall asked as she walked. "Tierra has been avoiding you ever since."

“Oh…it’s nothing,” Dumbledore said. “Just some this and some that…and then I advised him to embrace his talent and accept his abilities.”

“Embrace your talent?” Professor McGonagall exclaimed in astonishment, looking at Dumbledore with a "Are you out of your mind?" expression. “What are you thinking? Aren’t you afraid…”

"Aren't you afraid that Little Tierra will really turn into him?" Professor McGonagall whispered.

“It’s not a matter of being afraid, Minerva,” Dumbledore said helplessly. “From the moment he made his first prophecy, his fate was sealed. Sooner or later, he would walk down that path, a difficult, terrible, and alienating one.”

“Tiera is a precocious child, and he also has a gift for prophecy,” Dumbledore said.

“Yes, the gift of prophecy…” Dumbledore exclaimed. “What an enviable gift! Time means nothing to them, knowledge is readily available to them, but at the same time, they are more likely to come into contact with the dark, rotten truths.”

“The truths are so ugly that they could warp the mind of any normal person,” Dumbledore said. “Tiera must either join them or fight back with the most drastic means.” “Then why don’t you shield him from this talent? Let him live and grow up like a normal child,” Professor McGonagall said.

“I can’t do it,” Dumbledore said helplessly. “This talent is innate, accompanied by his own magic. We can’t shield it; we can only help him suppress it, but suppression isn’t the best option—”

"This talent represents the essential nature of Tiera's magic. Just like if a wizard child were to suppress his magical talent, it would bring a huge disaster to himself and the entire wizarding society."

“So we can only guide…so we must guide…” Professor McGonagall said.

“Yes, and the sooner the better, so that at least… we can still help him when he comes into contact with those dark truths,” Dumbledore said, his voice heavy. “But now our little Tierra refuses to talk to me… perhaps… perhaps my words that day were too harsh…”

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore, her lips moved, but she said nothing.

Meanwhile, Tiera quickly located the Zul'Gurub tribe living in the Enchanted Forest. Using her exceptional conversational skills and a small piece of Peter the Dwarf's spiritual essence, Tiera traded with the Zul'Gurub tribe for their specialty: Moonlight Wine.

Cutting a piece of spiritual matter from Peter the dwarf's spiritual body will not cause Peter the dwarf to lose anything; it will only cause his spiritual body to shrink a little.

After the elders of the Zul'Gurub tribe finished enjoying the small piece of Peter's spiritual dimension, Tiera took the opportunity to suggest that the young Zul'Gurub of the tribe lead him to Usa City, beyond the Enchanted Forest.

The elders of the Zuge tribe agreed.

Led by other young Zul'Gurubs of the Zul'Gurub tribe, Tiera set off towards the edge of the Enchanted Forest—

The massive oak trees around them grew increasingly sparse, with some dead or dying trees standing among the unnaturally dense mushrooms, mud, and fallen, decaying oaks.

They turned off a huge, thick stone slab with a three-foot-wide iron ring attached, bypassing the area, and walked for several more hours—

Gradually, Tiera saw the sky shimmering with light, the vast plains stretching down the river, and plumes of smoke rising from distant farmhouses—

The farmhouse was flanked by fences, farmland, and thatched roofs, making Tierra seem as if it had suddenly emerged from a terrifying, deep forest into a peaceful and tranquil village.

The Zul'Gurubs returned to their tribes at the edge of the Enchanted Forest. Only a few daring Zul'Gurubs continued to follow Tiera, seemingly wanting another bite of the fresh spirit flesh from Peter the Pettigrew, or wanting to hear more legendary tales to tell their descendants when they grew old.

Ignoring the Zugg hidden in the grass, low bushes, or dense foliage, and the buzzing of its wings emanating from them, Tiera headed toward the nearest farmhouse at the edge of the forest—

It seems to be morning now, and the farmer, no different from any other human being, is busy forking rice straw, while his wife is actually cooking breakfast.

Before approaching the farmhouse, Tiera transformed her bright red "parasite" into an inconspicuous gray robe, casually breaking off a branch about her own height from a dead tree in the Enchanted Forest to use as a staff, posing as a lost traveler—

“Kind sir,” Tiera said, “I am a lost traveler. Could you please tell me the way to Ussa?”

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