Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

(First update, comrades, Happy New Year to everyone)

When the strange moonlight shone on the world, Harry was still in a deep sleep.

Harry has been very tired recently. This fatigue does not come from the outside, but from Mrs. Weasley. Mrs. Weasley has always been nervous these days, as if she is worried about the war that is coming soon.

Acting nervous.

Especially earlier today, after the Magic Federation issued a curfew notice, Mrs. Weasley, who was already nervous, became even more hysterical.

"It's better there really is a war." Ron complained as he helped erect a brick wall outside the Burrow under the orders of Mrs. Weasley, "otherwise my father and I will have to

Send her to St. Mungo's to check on her mental issues!"

Harry, who was also helping, nodded. As a guest, he was embarrassed to comment on Mrs. Weasley's behavior in such a simple and rude way to Ron, but he agreed with Ron's words.

Because of the fatigue during the day, Harry couldn't even wait to queue up to use the bathroom. While lying on the bed to rest, he gradually fell into a deep sleep, but soon, Harry was awakened by strong uneasiness and fear——

Harry lay straight on the bed, breathing heavily, as if he had not just woken up from sleep but had been running.

He woke up from a very realistic and absurd dream, covered his face with his hands, and gently rubbed his sweaty forehead.

Under his fingers, the lightning-shaped scar burned with pain, as if someone had just pressed a white-hot metal wire against his skin.

He sat up, covering the scar with one hand, and groping in the dark for the glasses on the bedside table with the other hand.

He put on his glasses, and the scenery in the bedroom gradually became clearer. The light from the street lights outside the window penetrated through the curtains, casting a hazy orange-red soft light over the bedroom.

"Dong...dong...dong..."

Harry's heart beat slowly and heavily.

The feeling of heart palpitations and fear followed the nightmare and came to reality, making Harry's brain confused.

But Harry quickly calmed down and began to think about the nightmare just now——

Harry was no stranger to this feeling, it could even be said that he was quite familiar with it.

He has been suffering from this kind of torture for the past year, but since Tiera's resurrection, Voldemort has never invaded Harry's mental world again.

But why today?

Harry stood up from the bed, lowered his head, and rubbed his forehead to soothe his twitching nerves and his heart that was beating like a heavy hammer.

Um...moon, moon?

Harry slowly stood up from the bed——

What happened to the moon?

Harry walked to the window and tried to open the thick curtains in his room.

From the still vague and confusing memory, Harry only got one piece of information——

moon.

I don't know why, but Voldemort seems to be very afraid of the moon, just like the prey meets the predator, or Harry once met Voldemort in the hall of the Ministry of Magic.

But now, this fear appeared in Voldemort's memory, and this fear was so strong that even Harry seemed to feel it.

Moon, what happened to the moon?

Harry's hand had already grasped the curtain and was about to pull it open.

"I wouldn't do this if I were you."

Just as Harry was about to open the curtains, a cold but extremely familiar voice came from behind him.

Harry turned his head in surprise and saw an Asian boy about the same size as him lying on Harry's bed in an extremely comfortable position, leaning against Harry's pillow and quilt, looking at Harry with a smile.

Just like his usual lying position.

"Tiera!" Harry cried out in surprise and joy,

"Hehe." Tiera smiled, then she sat up like a carp, sat cross-legged on Harry's bed, and patted the bed, "You are very smart, Harry, and very good, but the only problem is that you are too curious.

Heavy."

"Of course, I'm still a little stubborn and don't listen to advice." Tiera crossed her hands behind her head, leaned against the back of the bed, and looked at Harry quietly.

"Um...Tiela?" After the surprise, there was doubt and uncertainty.

"It's me." Tiera nodded and said, "It's always been me."

"B-but..." Harry still looked a little unconvinced.

"You don't think I came out of Voldemort's belly just for fun, do you?" Tiera asked with a smile.

Yes, I do it just for fun.

Although the main reason is that there is no one better suited to digest the power of death than Voldemort, a man who has died and been resurrected again and again, another reason is because it is fun to scare Voldemort the thief.

After all, it is difficult to find village-level terrorists who are not smart enough and have big ambitions. After passing this village, there will be no such store.

If you don’t get scared now, you won’t have the chance if you want to get scared later.

"I know you trust Sirius very much. This is normal, Harry. After all, he is your only relative, but..." Tiera paused and continued, "But like I said

, his vision and vision are too limited."

"I don't deny his profound knowledge. This is true. Although Black escaped from the ancient and prejudiced Black family early, he also received orthodox black magic education. That's why he was as old as us in the third and fourth grades.

When he was young, he made magical props like the Marauder's Map, but...his vision was also limited to this."

"You don't think my resurrection from the dead is fake, do you?" Tiera asked with a smile, "Resurrection from the dead has never been recorded before, but Voldemort and I have done it."

"It's still Hogwarts where you carried my body back with your own hands, have you forgotten?" Tiera asked with a smile, "You know best whether I am dead or not, and whether I am alive or not, aren't you?

"

"The magic world is far more beautiful than you imagine, Harry. Compared with the vast magic universe, what we learn in our textbooks is like a frog that has been sitting in a dry well looking up to see the four and four things outside the well.

The square sky." Tiera said, "Because of some special experiences, I saw the sky beyond the square, I saw the vast universe, and of course, I also found the wizard's antidote——

How can wizards and Muggles live in harmony."

"So I want to promote this development, I want to promote the progress of wizard society." Tiera said, "I want to initiate a change."

"Change, change?" Harry asked confused and confused.

"See you again when school starts, Harry." Tiera's figure slowly faded, as if she was about to disappear in mid-air, "Keep an open mind and accept new things..."