Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 110 The Master of Prophecy

In the end, Hermione didn't use her wand -

Neither did Tiera.

Because the "Inheritor" has already eaten most of the Cornish elves in one bite, like ordering beans——

Eaten into the pages of the book.

Although this kind of Cornish elf with extremely low magical ability is of little help to the improvement and growth of the "inheritor"——

But killing and even eating three-dimensional creatures alive can quench the hunger and thirst of the "inheriters".

After all, "The Inheriter" is a dark magic item, mixed with the despair of the unicorn before it died——

This turns Tiera's "Inheriter" into the best black magic item——

Extremely high magical affinity obtained from a living unicorn.

And the despair mixed with the unicorn before its death makes Tiera's "inheritor" the best carrier of black magic.

Coupled with Tom Riddle's dedicated teachings in the past few months and the black magic Tiera dug out of Tom Riddle's heart through the blessing of "knowledge".

Fierce fire, life-killing curse, soul-stealing curse, Cruciatus curse, rotting curse, burning curse——

Expelliarmus, blazing flames, fainting on the ground, everything turned to stone, flying curses, the curses stop immediately, all curses are over——

There is also the spiritual fire, the wall of Nacht, soul transfer, soul projection, and the most important thing Tiera learned from the "Book of the Dead", "R'lyeh Text", "Book of Nameless Sacrifice" and other works

of--

The evolution of black magic.

"Tiera, how did you know that Lockhart's class would be such a mess?" Hermione suddenly asked during dinner time after the class.

"I have the gift of prophecy." Tiera said.

"Prophecy talent?" Harry asked.

Ron, who was sitting next to him and studying hard, also raised his head.

"Oh? Really?" Hermione seemed to have heard some particularly funny joke, "Then what did you predict?"

"I saw that you were able to take first place in your age group this year." Tiera said with a smile.

"I..." Hermione wanted to refute, but suddenly found that she couldn't seem to find the words to refute——

She herself doesn't believe in prophecies, but she can't refute it——

Because she really wants to take the first place.

So in the end Hermione had to hesitate and suppress her blush.

"Haha~" Tiera smiled easily, "I'm just kidding, I can't predict such an accurate thing."

"But..." Tiera suddenly grabbed Harry's arm and said——

"I saw - your figure being chased by the Quaffle - I also saw -" Tiera paused and said, "I also saw - your right hand as soft as rubber - "

"You...you mean I might get injured during the Quidditch match?" Harry asked.

"The prophecy cannot be fully explained, and the words cannot be fully explained-" Tiera said with a smile.

"Don't talk about these useless things." Ron flipped through the test paper in front of him irritably——

These are test papers modified by Hermione based on her own notes.

"Can you predict what our confinement will be like?" Ron asked. "I hope it won't be too strict -"

"Oh, this is easy. Harry has to go to Lockhart to write a fan reply, and you have to go to the trophy display room -" Tiera said.

Harry:???

The hexagrams that have been said are not complete, what if the words are not fully spoken?

Sure enough, their punishment was handed down a week later——

Exactly what Tiera said——

Harry went to ask Gilderoy Lockhart to write a fan letter.

Ron went to clean the trophy room.

The accuracy of Tiera's prediction shocked Hermione, Harry, and Ron at the same time——

And Ron’s twin brothers, George and Fred Weasley——

It shocked almost all Gryffindor students.

At breakfast the next day, Neville Longbottom came to Tiera's seat with some trepidation and nervousness.

"Hello, Neville, what's the matter?" Tiera asked, closing the book.

"Well...that's it Tiera..." Neville said, "I, my memory ball turned red again..."

"But I don't know what I forgot, Tiera, please see if you can-"

"Let me interrupt you for a moment, Neville." Tiera said, "I hope you understand one thing. Prophecy is different from divination -"

"The prophecy has excellent accuracy and randomness. I can't guarantee what I saw."

"You mean you can't help me find what I forgot?" Neville asked a little frustrated.

"I can help you predict, but I may not be able to predict what you want to know. Are you sure you want to give it a try?" Tiera said.

"Hmm... um..." Neville hesitated.

"Prophecy for me, Tiera!" Seamus Finnigan said, squeezing in front of Tiera from behind Neville——

"I wonder if there will be another fire in my next Charms class -" said Seamus Finnigan.

"I said, I can't see accurate things." Tiera said helplessly.

"Then just help me take a look." Seamus said.

"Okay." Tiera stretched out her hand.

Seamus Finnigan put his hand on Tiera's palm——

But Tiera slapped him away with a backhand.

"Whoever reads palms, give money!" Tiera said.

"Give me money!?" Seamus almost shouted, "Why do you have to give me money!"

"This is not my request." Tiera glanced at Seamus Finnigan strangely and said, "Look, prophecy is a kind of magic, and magic - all evolved from rituals. If you give me money, this is

A ritual—"

Tiera made nonsense: "This ceremony means that you paid the price for predicting the future——"

"You paid gold galleons, which means that fate will no longer ask for a price from yourself——"

"You paid gold galleons, which means that the future you said you knew wouldn't get worse—"

"Okay, okay," Seamus said, "How much will it cost?"

"At least one gold galleon." Tiera said.

"One Galleons!?" Seamus couldn't help shouting——

“This is too expensive!”

"This is the price you have to pay for predicting fate!" Tiera said, "Maybe you want it to be reflected in other places, such as-"

Tiera took off the glove on his left hand and showed everyone his little finger, which was only a bone.

There was a burst of exclamation from the surrounding students.

"Tiera, what did you do?" Harry held Tiera's hand with some distress.

"Last semester!" Tiera looked around and said, "I didn't notice Professor Quirrell's problem at the end of last semester. I predicted it!"

"I didn't ask for payment from anyone! Instead, I went directly to investigate Quirrell and told Professor Dumbledore." Tiera said, showing the broken hand in Harry's hand to the surrounding students.

"This is the price I pay for predicting the future, even if I don't change anything -" Tiera said, "I have to pay the price, and this price comes in an unexpected way -"

"During my summer vacation, the fire spell I was practicing suddenly went out of control and burned my little finger-"

"There is no way to recover." Tiera said.

"Okay, okay..." Seamus Finnigan reluctantly took out a gold galleung and placed it on Tiera's right hand.

Tiera blew into Jin Gallon and then put it to her ear.

Sounds good!

If it sounds good, it means good money.

After Tiera put the money into her pocket, she coughed, rolled her eyes until only the whites of her eyes were left, and said:

"I saw it...I saw it..."

Then Tiera suddenly grabbed Seamus' hand——

A slender hair-like cursed worm silently peeked out from Tiera's sleeve robe, and then ran into Seamus Finnigan's robe——

"I saw...recently...this Thursday...you will have a minor illness..."

"Sickness...? Will it be serious?" Seamus Finnigan asked nervously.

"No, it goes as quickly as it comes. Drink more hot water and keep warm. You'll be fine after a night's sleep." Tiera rolled her eyes back and said.

"Oh..." Seamus Finnigan said with some disappointment. After spending a gold galleon, he didn't get the information he wanted.

The false prophecy master: sloppy appearance, vague prophecies, and crazy personality.

The true master of prophecy: Lao Tzu’s prophecies come true himself!

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