Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 88 Purity
Tiera's worldview and understanding are still too fragile to confront the Outer God directly. Even if the Outer God is helping out of good intentions, directly confronting the Outer God would completely break Tiera.

Tiera is to the Outer Gods what an ant is to a giant.

A single breath from a giant can be catastrophic for ants.

The ant may not be able to seek help from the giant, but after the giant leaves, there are things left for the ant that will benefit it for a lifetime.

In traditional alchemical beliefs, the world is composed of four elements: earth, wind, water, and fire.

This view is not necessarily wrong, but it is too one-sided.

The Alchemy section of the Necronomicon expands on the concept of the four elements.

Earth – solid, representing the material dimension that serves as the carrier.

Water—a fluid, possessing fluidity, is the source of life and represents the spiritual dimension of the source of magic.

Wind—a gas, formless and intangible, represents the ethereal soul, or the spiritual dimension.

Fire—plasma, representing pure power, is the cornerstone of all alchemy.

The essence of alchemy is to use pure power to purify the existence of matter, spirit, and mind, and then fuse these three with a precisely calculated three-dimensional pattern of change to form the origin of everything—the Philosopher's Stone.

In other words, disregard all calculations and the construction of the three-dimensional origin's changing patterns—

Fire itself is a pure existence.

Clearly, countless exceptionally talented alchemists across countless planets and time periods have long been aware of this problem.

A flame fueled by the spiritual dimension—the fire of the spirit.

A flame fueled by the spiritual dimension—Fiendfire

There are also flames that use matter as fuel—

These three seem to be able to replace pure matter, pure spirituality, and pure spirit, which are refined through countless calculations and processes.

But there's still one problem—

The three types of flames are extremely difficult to control.

Combining the three flames together is no less effective than combining cephalosporin with alcohol.

The Dokian Book recounts an alchemist of the Trent worm race attempting to construct the Philosopher's Stone using three types of flame—

Try it and you'll die —

It was blown to smithereens, and three out-of-control flames burned down nearly half the city.

But if Tiera extracts the material fire, the spiritual fire, and the mental fire from the living being in the form of cursed worms, and then uses "life reconstruction" to fuse the three worms with her own first molt—

Then he might be able to obtain a pure three-dimensional existence—

The life form that Tiera obtains through "life reconstruction" will no longer be a means of survival, but rather her immortal body.

So even though Tom Riddle was secretly plotting how to turn Tiera into a blood-cursed orc or a shadow, Tiera wasn't angry at all. Tiera wasn't angry at all, after all…

Tierra was also plotting against Tom Riddle.

He was also considering whether to use dark magic to devour the diary or to use his spiritual fire to light a sky lantern.

Tom, do you think it's possible to successfully use dark magic if I harbor extremely strong destructive emotions?

Tiera wrote in her diary.

What do you want to destroy, Little Tierra?

Tierra, able to read Tom Riddle's mind, immediately became alert.

"Damn it, could this brat have found the Fiendfyre Curse in the forbidden section?" Tom Riddle thought to himself.

Of course, Tom Riddle did not suspect that Tierra wanted to use Fiendfire on him, but was afraid that Tierra might accidentally lose control while practicing Fiendfire.

【All of this.】Tiera wrote sadly.

Why? Tom, why is fate so unfair?

Why? Some people are born with everything: parental love, a wealthy family… Even Harry Potter, his parents left him a large inheritance and endless glory…

Tierra noticed that when he mentioned Harry Potter, her feelings towards Tom Riddle were suddenly overshadowed by a deep resentment. "And me... I have nothing. Why is it that Harry, also an orphan, is doing better than me?"

"Aren't you... good friends with Harry?" Tom Riddle asked.

[Oh, right, the famous savior Harry Potter.] Tyrell wrote sourly, [If I weren't good at studying, if I couldn't help him with his homework, do you think Harry Potter would even give me a second glance?]

If being around him hadn't made those who bullied me behave a little, do you think I would have been willing to be friends with that arrogant, foolish Harry Potter?

"Don't you like him? I thought you admired him like the other little wizards. He's the savior of the magical world; he defeated that mysterious man."

"I don't care if the wizarding world is in chaos," Tierra wrote. "Those wizards are all the same to me, Tom. You're right, there's no such thing as good or evil in this world, only power!"

Yes, Tiera, yes... only power is justice!

When this sentence appeared in the diary, Tyrell heard Voldemort's inner elation:
"This foolish mud-blood has finally figured it out."

Tierra: ...

That's where you're wrong. You eat my food and use my things, and then you start cursing me as soon as you put down your bowl?
Our ancestors were right; the traitors were far more despicable than the Japanese.

"what--"

At that moment, a rough roar caught Tiera's attention.

A huge raven flapped its wings and pecked at the glass window.

Tiera raised her left hand, extended a tentacle, and opened the tightly closed window.

Ravens flew in on the heatwave and landed at Tiera's bedside.

But when it saw the glove on Tierra's left hand, out of instinctive fear, the raven jumped up from Tierra's bedside, flapped its wings a few times, and landed on Harry's bedside.

“Don’t be afraid, Raven.” Tiera waved her left hand, turning the tentacles on it back into gloves, and beckoned to Raven. “You’re so big, how come you’re so timid?”

Raven glanced at Tiera with some hesitation, then hopped and skipped from the ground toward Tiera's bed.

"Ah—" After confirming that the Tiera in front of him was still his familiar master, Raven flapped his wings, flew to Tiera's bed, and gently pecked at the glove on Tiera's left hand.

Tiera raised her left hand.

A tentacle extended from the glove, pulled open the third shelf of the bedside table, and rolled out a small package.

Tierra opened the package, inside were several strips of bloody beef.

"Ah—" Raven exclaimed happily, picked up a beef jerky stick, and started eating.

After finishing my meal, I rolled over like a cat and lay down on the soft carpet next to the dorm fireplace—

Since it was the height of summer, the flames in the fireplace in the center of the dormitory had been transformed by the house-elves into a pale blue flame that emitted a chilling aura.

Tiera shook her head helplessly.

No wonder that even though ravens are smarter than owls, no wizard has ever chosen a raven as a pet.

In the first few months after arriving at Hogwarts, Raven was a little reserved and scared, and followed Tyella almost every step of the way.

But ever since Tiera first sent it out to deliver a message, Raven seems to have become quite wild.

Now, Raven only returns to his master's side when he's sleeping or eating; the rest of the time he's out hanging out with the other ravens living at Hogwarts.

Because of its larger size than that of ordinary ravens, Raven has become the leader of the flock of ravens at Hogwarts.

If Raven weren't a male raven, Tiera was afraid that one day he would lay a nest of eggs by her bedside...

After Raven fell asleep, Tierra extended a tentacle from her left hand. Continuing her conversation with Tom Riddle, she waved her hand, causing the "Inheritor" to float in front of her. Tierra then took out another pen and wrote on the "Inheritor":

"After the fourth feeding, the weight increased significantly..."

"Fifth feeding: beef soaked in 100ml of Heris potion. After feeding, the baby was more drowsy but did not experience any nightmares..."

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