Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 96 Sacrificing Family for the Righteous to Subdue the Old Demon
Because of their height difference, Tiera was carrying Raven, along with a worn-out little suitcase.

The seamless extended suitcase, originally belonging to Quirrell, was slightly disguised after Tiera confirmed that there were no remaining curses or dark magic on it.

First, they went to the Leaky Cauldron via the Hogwarts Flying Furnace. Hagrid, being too tall to squeeze into the Flying Furnace, had to take his beat-up little motorcycle. They set off at seven in the morning. Shortly after Hagrid left, Tyella also set off for the Leaky Cauldron.

"Break the Cauldron Bar!"

A pale green flame swept by.

Tierra disappeared into the fireplace at Hogwarts.

Meanwhile, dozens of kilometers away, a green flame flickered in the fireplace of the Leaky Cauldron, and Tierra emerged from it.

Today, Tyrell wore a pure black wizard's robe. Using Transfiguration, she erased the house crest on her Hogwarts uniform from her memory, widened the cuffs, and conjured a cloak-like hat that covered half of Tyrell's face.

Just like the black robes of Death Eaters in movies from a past life.

It was only 7:30 in the morning, while the official opening time for many shops in Diagon Alley was 8:00 in the morning. Therefore, even the Leaky Cauldron, a place teeming with all sorts of people, was a bit deserted at this time. Apart from the owner Tom, who was busy in the shop early in the morning, smiling and greeting Tierra, there were only one or two wizards sitting at the table quietly enjoying their breakfast.

Tierra smiled back, then walked straight through the back door of the Leaky Cauldron to the back wall where the trash was piled up.

Tiye stretched out his right hand, counted three bricks above the trash can, tapped them, then counted two bricks horizontally, tapped them, and then tapped the positions of the two bricks below.

After Tierra tapped the bricks three times, the three bricks he had tapped began to shake rapidly and move in all directions.

A hole appeared in the middle of the wall, growing larger and larger. Behind the hole was a winding cobblestone path, through which Tierra entered Diagon Alley.

Because it wasn't open yet, the scene was very different from when Tierra first came. Diagon Alley was still a bit deserted, and there were hardly any wizards or witches to be seen on the streets.

Tierra stood at the entrance to Diagon Alley to get her bearings, put her large hat on her head, and headed toward Upside Down Alley.

As Tiera walked, she used flesh magic to regulate her body—

Tierra deliberately made himself appear taller, which made him look much thinner.

At the same time, Tiera's skin gradually turned a waxy white, like that of a dead person, and began to grow layers of faint, snake-scale-like patterns.

As she passed a shop that was not yet open, Tierra looked at herself in the mirror through the shop's glass window.

His eyes had turned bloodshot, like those of a reptile; his pupils had disappeared, leaving only a black vertical line.

Tiera opened her mouth—

His tongue transformed into a forked, thin tongue, and his upper and lower rows of teeth became sharp, with two of them being much larger than the others. As soon as Tiera opened her mouth, they sprang out.

Tiera nodded in satisfaction.

Tiera's ability to transform into this form is not entirely due to his flesh magic.

It was the Hydra reagent he had drunk more than two months ago.

The Hydra reagent's modification of his body made Tiera even more adept at shapeshifting flesh and blood—especially snake-like transformations.

Even though Tiera did not undergo the ritual to transform into Animagus, she can now transform into a snake at her own will.

However, this transformation was far too painful and too magically exhausting. After Tiera had only transformed his legs into a snake tail, nearly a quarter of his magical reserves, which far exceeded those of an ordinary young wizard, had already been depleted.

Tierra looked at her grotesque reflection in the mirror and suddenly had a flash of insight—

This hideous face was indeed a transformation Tierra made based on her memory of Voldemort.

But it doesn't stop there.

Tyella merely conjured up the image of Voldemort in her mind, and flesh magic transformed itself according to that image as easily as eating and drinking—

There was none of the obscurity or pain that Tiera experienced when using flesh magic. It was as if Tiera was simply following her instincts through flesh magic.

Considering Voldemort's resurrected form, and in the original books, his skin gradually turning waxy white, his eyes gradually turning crimson, and also—

The nose is disappearing little by little.

Tierra speculated that a certain Hyperstone tablet that Merlin hadn't kept in the library might have ended up in Voldemort's hands.

Perhaps it came from the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin, perhaps from the Room of Requirement, perhaps from the Burginberg Black Magic Shop where Voldemort once worked—

In short, Voldemort must have learned about the Hydra potion from a certain Hydra stone tablet.

However, the stone tablet containing the recipe for the Hydra potion is in Merlin's possession, in the alien library.

Voldemort could only have known about the function and effects of the Hydra potion, or even possibly had notes from Hybol's research on the Hydra potion.

Voldemort should have already obtained the method to create Horcruxes by this time, and he coveted the Hydra potion's effect of almost infinitely increasing magic power.

Thus began the decades-long experimentation by the arrogant Dark Lord, exploring the formula for the Hydra potion on himself.

Perhaps the information on the clay tablet inspired Voldemort, or perhaps it was because he learned that the source of all hereditary Parseltongue was the Hydra potion—

This may explain why he insisted on returning to the Gaunt mansion to frame his uncle.

He may not simply be venting his anger, but rather he needs a pure Slytherin bloodline to conduct his research on Hydra potions.

So he got his uncle sent to Azkaban and put him on the gallows.

Then, using some method, they switched the prince with a cat, "stole" their uncle, imprisoned him, and experimented on him with the original Hydra potion.

In a flash, Tierra seemed to have connected the dots behind all of Voldemort's actions.

Tierra had to admit that although Tom Riddle, who split his soul into seven pieces, was a fool who only knew how to fight and kill and was always talking about Avada Kedavra, he was still a fool.

but--

Before Tom Riddle lost his mind due to splitting too many Horcruxes, he truly lived up to his title—the second Dark Lord.

This calculation alone is enough to give Dumbledore such a headache.

After all, Fu Hanhan and Grindelwald are not the same.

Grindelwald was racist, massacred innocent people, and even beat his wife.

But Grindelwald was essentially a revolutionary; what he wanted to do was not just for personal gain, nor just for his own immortality.

He lived his life by adhering to the motto "For Greater Good".

But Voldemort was different; he was an extreme egoist.

Everything he did was for himself, for immortality, for domination.

It is not for anyone's benefit, neither for Muggles, nor wizards, nor for the benefit of purebloods.

I'm so sorry everyone, I've been really busy today, so the update is a little late.

There will be two updates tomorrow: one of the main story and one short side story that is slightly related to the main plot and is a celebration of two group members' birthdays.

Good night, everyone. Sweet dreams.

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