Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 656 The Sea of ​​Stars
Hearing the knock, Snape glared angrily at Harry for a moment—

Harry, not to be outdone, stared back at Snape.

"Hmph!" Snape glared at Harry before the knocking started again, flicked his wizard robes, and turned to open the door.

Before the third knock could sound, Snape yanked the wooden door open.

"Good evening, Professor Snape."

The person standing outside the door was the other person Snape least wanted to see besides Harry—

Tiera.

Tyrell bowed slightly, appearing quite polite, then looked past Snape and saw Harry inside Snape's office, sweating profusely and panting heavily.

“Ah, Harry’s here too,” Tyella said, feigning ignorance.

“That’s perfect, Professor Snape. Do you have a moment? I have something I need to discuss with you,” Tierra said with a smile. “It’s mainly about Harry’s Occlumency. I’ve noticed that after two months of studying it, his progress seems rather slow. I’m thinking perhaps we could have a little meeting to discuss whether we could change our teaching methods?”

"Hmph—" Snape snorted dismissively, glancing at Harry.

Tierra smiled and followed Snape's gaze, forgetting the past.

Harry felt extremely ashamed under the gazes of the two men.

“Alright, Harry, go back to your dorm, take a shower, and get some rest,” Tyella said with a smile. “Snape and I will discuss your upcoming teaching plans.”

Harry glanced at Snape, then at Tyella with gratitude, and jogged away from the dark, damp office.

"What the hell do you want!" After Harry had walked away, Snape slammed the door shut and turned to Tyella angrily, growling, "You want me to teach him Occlumency, and I agreed, but I also expect you not to interrupt me like this when I'm teaching Harry!"

"How's Harry doing?" Tyrell asked, seemingly unconcerned about Snape's anger.

“It’s terrible,” Snape replied, sounding somewhat annoyed. “He has absolutely no talent for it, and most importantly, he doesn’t want to try at all.”

“He’s still young, and his path has been too smooth.” Tiera laughed. “He doesn’t have the maturity we have, nor has he experienced the pain we have. He will find it hard to learn how to guard against others. He will find it hard to learn how to control his emotions.”

"Then what do we do?" Snape asked. "He has no talent, and he's unwilling to work hard, so how do we teach him?"

“Then there’s no need to teach him,” Tierra said with a smile. “Wouldn’t this help you hide from Voldemort more? After all, you haven’t completed any of the tasks I assigned you, and you’ve provided him with a lot of information. He will definitely trust you more, won’t he?”

"You're the one who made me teach Harry Occlumency!" Snape suddenly roared. "And you're the one who made me reveal what was in Harry's mind to the Dark Lord!"

“Yes, yes, yes,” Tierra nodded slightly. “Yes, it was all me. I made you do it.” “You—” Snape suddenly pressed his lips tightly together, his eyes fixed on Tierra. “This was part of your plan, wasn’t it?”

“Yes,” Tierra admitted without hesitation.

"You're willing to sacrifice Harry for your plan?" Snape asked.

“You, and Dumbledore too,” Tierra said with a laugh. “You see me as too cruel, too cold-blooded.”

“Aren’t you?” Snape retorted.

“Yes, but not entirely,” Tierra said. “Humans are complex and multifaceted.”

"And what about Harry?" Snape asked.

“I’m grateful for his help in the early stages, but I also hate his incompetence,” Tierra said. “If I had to use an analogy, it would be like raising a son, or some rich kid who’s been following me around since he was a child.”

"So you've decided to just ignore him like this?" Snape asked sternly, "and hand him over to the Dark Lord?"

“Just like I said,” Tierra smiled. “I’m raising a son, not a little wimp.”

“He’s been so well protected by you, by Dumbledore, and by the rest of the Order of the Phoenix, especially that foolish Godfather, that he’s suddenly experienced almost no setbacks except for my death,” Tierra said with a smile. “Since he’s unwilling to try, let him be. Since he knows Voldemort’s threat is imminent but still refuses to try, let him be.”

“He must learn, he must know, that in dire straits he cannot always place his hopes on you, on me, or on Dumbledore. He must know that when he is in danger, the only one he can truly rely on is himself,” Tyella said.

"Do you want to train him, or is it that putting him in this desperate situation is exactly what your plan is for?" Snape countered.

“These two things are not contradictory,” Tierra said. “The connection between Harry and Voldemort transcends fate. Ever since that night in Godric’s Hollow years ago, he and Voldemort have been bound together by something stronger than death.”

"And what about you?" Snape asked again. "You have no way at all? You can't separate them? Can't you move your magical little finger and separate these things that are harder than death?"

“Okay,” Tyrell said, “but like I said, we’re raising someone named Harry Potter, not a full-fledged Dumbledore, nor a full-fledged Tyrell, but someone named Harry Potter.”

“Of course, we can create a peaceful and tranquil world for him and his children’s time, but that doesn’t mean he can depend on it,” Tiera said. “This world is so vast, so immense, that the Earth we live on, and the Muggles we fear day and night, are but a speck of dust in this boundless universe, so insignificant as to be invisible.”

"Take one step forward, and we have such a vast space; take one step forward, and we have such a boundless world, such an endless universe, and we..."

"We willingly retreat into the shell, living this petty, calculating life."

“That is my purpose,” Tierra said. “My journey has never been a struggle between wizards, nor between wizards and Muggles. My purpose is the stars and the sea.”

(End of this chapter)