Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 85 Worm
Tierra laughed.

That was a very perverted, very perverted laugh.

The unpleasant laughter, like sandpaper rubbing against a stone surface, echoed through the library.

After Tyella copied the passage about "life reconstruction" from the "Fragments of Seraino" onto the "Inheritor" page, she silently recited a spell and left the library.

Back in the lounge, Tiera pulled a wooden box from under her bed, from which a faint, putrid smell emanated.

Tierra opened the box.

The inside of the wooden box was dark and smelled strongly of decay.

Countless ringed worms of various colors scurried about in the soft, rotten, and foul-smelling meat paste, occasionally poking out a broken little vertebra or an unfinished internal organ.

These are the cursed worms of Tiera.

Tiera is now able to make the cursed worm live outside of living organisms, just like a real worm.

However, this is contingent on feeding them enough fresh flesh and blood; otherwise, the worms will return to Tiera.

Fortunately, this is Hogwarts.

Because of the existence of magic, Hogwarts has no shortage of food.

Every night, Tiera would either have Raven catch a few mice or ask the kitchen elf for some pig, sheep, or cow offal.

Even though there are so many strange foods in the wizarding world, including some rather unusual snacks like cockroach candy, wizards still don't eat internal organs!

So most of these internal organs are food for house-elves, but a lot of them are still wasted.

Tiera brought one hand close to the wooden box containing the cursed worm, stopping it about ten centimeters above the box.

The cursed worms inside the wooden box stopped eating and wriggling. Each one, supported by its fat tail, poked out its slender head, covered with tiny, sparse teeth, from the rotting flesh.

Tiera placed his left hand on the "Inheritor," and the incantation of "Life Reconstruction" flowed into his mind.

Tiera's other hand, resting on the center of the back of her right hand above the wooden box, split open to form a mouth without lips, only a layer of shallow teeth and a deformed tongue.

"Cough...cough...ha..." Tiera's mouth on her right hand twitched and arched upwards a little. Tiera recalled the anatomy she had learned in her previous life and temporarily created a mouth and a vocal cord on her right palm.

With her biological background, Tiera made rapid progress in flesh magic.

After getting used to her new mouth for a while, Tiera controlled its slow wriggling and chanted the incantation of "Life Reconstruction".

"Life Reconstruction" is different from "Inheritor". It is not a life-saving magic, but a magic modified from a reproductive magic called amorphous mycelium.

As the incantation rang out, the skin of Tiera's right hand began to separate from her flesh at the wrist, wriggling forward and gradually detaching from Tiera's bloody hand, floating above her palm like a thin glove.

The instant the skin on Tiera's palm detached from Tiera, the worms inside the wooden box seemed to go out of control, frantically surging towards the thin layer of skin suspended in mid-air. They squeezed and merged with each other, forming a bizarre worm aggregate in mid-air, with dozens of thick, long worm tails constantly wriggling.

One drop of blood after another defied gravity and surged toward the worm aggregate suspended above the palm. With each drop of blood that entered, the worm aggregate shrank a little.

The spherical aggregate gradually flattened and extended into long pillars the size of five fingers.

"Snap—" Finally, as Tiera finished reciting the last incantation, a dark brown, almost black glove fell to the ground.

Tiera could feel a very faint connection between herself and the glove on the ground.

As soon as Tiera had a thought, the five fingers of the glove on the ground twitched slightly and crawled a few centimeters toward Tiera.

Tiera sighed, picked up the glove from the ground with her bloodied right hand, and put it on her left hand.

“Perfect.” Tierra clenched her fist, stretched it out, then clenched it again, while her mind continued to strengthen the connection between herself and the glove.

As the connection between Tiera and the glove gradually strengthens, the color of the glove becomes lighter and lighter until it becomes exactly the same as Tiera's skin color.

“This looks much more normal.” Tiera couldn’t feel that she was wearing a glove on her left hand at all.

Because of the "Seven Chapters of the Mysterious Monarch's Secret Scripture," Tiera's left little finger was reduced to bone. Although it was unclear why his little finger bone could still move freely, it was very different from normal gloves, especially the little finger, because it had lost its flesh. Tiera had to stuff several wads of cotton into his gloves to make his little finger look less shriveled.

Moreover, taking a shower is quite troublesome. Gryffindor's bathrooms are like the university bathrooms in Tyrell's previous life, with one showerhead right next to another, without any partitions or curtains between them.

This meant that Tiera only dared to take a bath when no one was around.

Furthermore, Tyrell has rejected Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins' invitations to bathe together more than once.

Without these gloves, Thiella wouldn't know what excuse she could use to refuse next semester.

After all, boys who have showered together are like brothers.

"Should I say it's truly my own skin?" Tiera chuckled.

Now, apart from being slightly larger than her right hand, Tiera's gloved left hand shows no other abnormalities.

It's as if I wasn't wearing gloves at all—

Hmm... I'll cut off the skin from my right hand, make it into a semi-living magical life form, and then wear it on my left hand...

This... well, it doesn't really count as wearing gloves...

Tierra stretched out her left hand, trying to control the glove through the connection between it and her hand.

Countless worm-like tentacles sprouted from the glove, making Tiera's left hand appear as an aggregate of worms.

However, these worm-like tentacles were not disordered, but rather extended outwards in accordance with Tiera's will.

One hand rolled up the traceless extension bag Tiera had placed on the bedside table, another took out a bottle of whitening agent from the bag, a third took out a dropper from the bag, a fourth was unscrewing the cap of the whitening agent, a fifth opened the bedside table, and a sixth took out bandages from the bedside table...

Tiera can even control several other tentacles.
Close the wooden box lid and push it under the bed.

Pick up the comb and comb your hair—

Pick up the pen—

Open Tom Riddle's diary—

Thank you to Great Cthulhu for the 500-point reward.
Thank you for your support, Kolsi.
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(End of this chapter)