Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 78 Battle Mage
Harry saw his own reflection in the mirror—a pale, terrified face—and suddenly smiled.

Harry in the mirror reached into his pocket, pulled out a bright red stone, blinked, and put the stone back in his pocket.

Just then, Harry felt something heavy fall into his pocket.

"So?" Quirrell asked impatiently, "What did you see?"

Harry mustered up the courage to lie.

“I saw myself shaking hands with Dumbledore,” Harry said, making things up. “I, I saw myself winning the House Cup for Gryffindor.”

Quirrell started swearing again.

"Get away from me." Quirrell shoved Harry roughly.

"He's lying! He's lying!" a shrill voice cried out.

“Potter, come back here!” Quirrell shouted. “Tell me the truth! What did you just see?”

That shrill voice spoke.

"Let me talk to him... face to face..."

"Master, your strength hasn't recovered yet!"

"I still have that much strength..."

Harry felt as if he were firmly bound by a devil's web, unable to move an inch.

He stood there, stunned, watching Quirrell raise his hand and remove the scarf from his head.

Quirrell was facing the back of the Mirror of Erised... where the back of the head should have been, there was a face!

A hideous and terrifying face; even the movies of Tierra's previous life couldn't portray one ten-thousandth of its horror.

His face was as white as chalk, his eyes were bright red, and below them were two long, thin nostrils like snakes.

“Do you see that, Tyella?” Dumbledore said calmly, already seated in his chair. “This is the consequence of a person losing their sense of right and wrong, abandoning good and evil, and becoming obsessed with power and strength.”

“Whether it was Quirrell or Tom… Voldemort, they were both exceptionally gifted wizards in school,” Dumbledore sighed sadly. “But look at them now…”

"A tiger in the heart, yet a rose in the hand?" Tyella didn't quite understand what Dumbledore meant by those words.

He had no choice but to recite a poem on the spot.

In truth, Tierra harbored a sinister suspicion, but he was unwilling to admit it.

Since Dumbledore didn't bring it up, he was happy to play dumb.

As for what he'll do if Dumbledore reveals the truth...

Then he should just kneel down and apologize. At worst, he'll be expelled from school. Dumbledore, the greatest white wizard of all time, can't just kill a minor wizard with a wand, can he?

“Ha, Siegfried Sassoon!” Dumbledore exclaimed, his eyes lighting up. “A very talented poet, and his poetry is very peaceful.”

"I didn't expect you to have a passion for literature." Dumbledore smiled happily, like a child over a hundred years old.

While Tyrell and Dumbledore were talking, Voldemort, who was on the other side of the mirror, had had enough of Harry's lies and grabbed Harry by the neck.

But the moment Voldemort's hand touched Harry's neck, it crumbled off like coal dust.

"Ah—ah—ah—" Quirrell screamed, "What, what kind of magic is this!"

“This is the power of love, Tyra,” Dumbledore said to Tyra with a smile.

"A tiger in the heart, a rose in the hand," Dumbledore remarked. "Well said. It's not wrong to have ambition, to pursue power, power, and knowledge, but one cannot surrender one's heart entirely to these things."

"Magic is a complex, dangerous, and mysterious path. If we completely surrender our hearts to our desires and cruelty, we will become like Quirrell and Voldemort."

“Tierra, whatever you may encounter in your pursuit of knowledge or exploration of the world, I hope you will remember one thing,” Dumbledore said, looking at Tierra through his half-moon spectacles. “I hope there will always be a place in your heart where all your tenderness… and love will remain.”

"Oh my God, it's over there." Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise as he looked out of his glasses.

At this moment, the body shared by Quirrell and Voldemort on the other side of the mirror had turned to ashes.

Quirrell also perished, and Voldemort—

Because of the Horcrux, or rather, the anchor of dark magic, he did not die, but instead turned into a wisp of broken black smoke that passed through Harry's body and flew out of the castle.

Voldemort disappeared.

Tiera's tense state of mind relaxed a little.

Because she had no idea she would run into Dumbledore tonight, and had no plans to encounter Quirrell, Tyella immediately erected a mental barrier and Occlumency the moment she entered the Mirror Dimension.

He used his diary to create the illusion that he was studying in the Gryffindor common room.

"Headmaster, has Voldemort become a ghost?" Tyella asked, knowing the answer already.

"No, my child, Voldemort is far from death." Dumbledore led Tyella outside the mirror, gently helped Harry up, and checked his breath.

Then she gently placed Harry on Tyella's body.

Tyrell instinctively reached out and caught Harry.

Tiera: ? ? ?
Don't you know how to levitate? Why are you pushing me into your arms?
Harry, completely unconscious, lay lifeless in Tyella's arms.

Even though Tierra is a little stronger than the average child, it was still a bit difficult for Tierra to carry her.

Then Dumbledore picked up the Philosopher's Stone from the ground, held it in his palm, and squeezed it with one hand.

The Philosopher's Stone turned into countless tiny powders and flowed from Dumbledore's fingertips.

Dumbledore clapped his hands and smiled at Tyrell.

“Let’s go,” said Dumbledore. “I’ve destroyed the Philosopher’s Stone to prevent any further unnecessary conflict. Now let’s take Mr. Potter, Miss Granger, and Mr. Weasley to the hospital as well.”

Then Dumbledore turned and walked out, and when he encountered Hermione Granger and Ron Weasley lying on the ground, he took them in his arms and carried them under his arms as he walked away.

Tierra: ...

Are all wizards this strong?
You are over a hundred years old.

Smash a gemstone with one hand.

Are you, sir, Dumbledore or Gandalf?
Tierra had no choice but to carry Harry and follow Dumbledore back to the school hospital.

"Phew~" After arriving at the school hospital, Tierra put Harry on the bed and shook her sore arms.

Mrs. Bobby Pomfrey, the head nurse of Hogwarts Hospital, was still sitting behind her desk, fully dressed, perhaps having received a warning from Dumbledore.

Upon seeing Dumbledore and Tyrell appear, he immediately ran out of the office.

"Get out, get out!" After Dumbledore and Tyrell placed the three demerit points on the hospital bed, Madam Bobby Pomfrey began to shoo them away, driving Dumbledore and Tyrell out of the university hospital.

"Sigh," Dumbledore sighed. "Let's go back first. I doubt Madam Pomfrey will let us into the school hospital before dawn."

"Looking at you and Harry reminds me of my youth..."

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