Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

"No...no...no..." Harry denied, "This, this is impossible! I can't be him..."

Harry yelled desperately, then stood up angrily and uneasily.

Only then did he realize that the originally noisy tavern had quieted down——

In the corner, Ginny stopped kissing Dean Thomas; Professor Horace Slughorn was holding a cup of lemon green sweet tea, standing at a loss not far from their table, and he was also avoiding the violent snowstorm.

Luna Lovegood, Neville Longbottom, Seamus Finnigan... all looked at Harry inexplicably, as if they didn't understand why Harry suddenly became furious.

Harry also noticed his predicament, took his coat from the back of the chair and ran out of the tavern.

Because Harry took his coat away too hard, his chair was pulled along and hit the floor hard, making an annoying "clang--" sound.

"Harry!" Hermione shouted, and wanted to go up further, but when she stood up, someone grabbed her wrist.

"I'll go." Tiera sighed softly, and then slowly let go of Hermione's hand.

"He will have to face all this sooner or later." Tiera stood up and waved his hand at the table. The notes and manuscript papers he spread out on the dining table shrank back as if they had their own consciousness, and flew into the table.

Inside Jela's loose wizard robe.

Then Tiera jogged a few steps, and also ran out of the warm Honeydukes.

"Um...Harry, what's wrong with Harry?" Horace Slughorn hesitated for a moment before he seemed to have made up his mind and approached the dining table where Ron and Hermione were sitting.

asked with concern.

"Oh, no...no, it's nothing..." Hermione denied, "It's just...it's just Harry...Harry is a little, a little excited.

.....It should be okay... Tiera has already gone to comfort him."

"Oh, okay." Horace Slughorn put that kind smile on his face again, and then said to Hermione, "Oh, it's like this, Miss Granger, probably next weekend,

On October 27th, we are going to hold another small party, do you have time?"

"Of course, sir." Hermione responded politely, "I am looking forward to your party. After the last party, I was wondering when you would hold another one."

Hermione had a very polite smile on her face.

"Very good, I mean great, Miss Granger." Horace Slughorn said cheerfully, "Would you please give the invitation to Mr. Potter and Tiera as well?"

"Yes, sir," Hermione said.

After saying that, Horace Slughorn waved his hand like an emperor, and then he waddled out of the store with a big belly like a penguin. Likewise, he didn't notice that he was sitting on He

Ron next to Min was as if he had always been a decoration next to the cockroach balls.

"Oh, my God!" After Horace Slughorn had gone far enough, Hermione rolled her eyes and said with emotion, "You can't believe how boring Horace's parties are.

People were sitting at a round table, chatting awkwardly about their parents, their uncles, their aunts, and...oh, look - there are some gorgeous sugar quills in the store - they can

Lasts a long time!”

Seemingly noticing the increasingly unhappy expression on Ron's face, Hermione's voice seemed to take a turn and immediately led the topic to a clever candy toy placed behind Ron.

"Let's go." Ron said, "Let's go find Tiera and Harry."

Valley lead

"Oh, oh, okay, okay." Hermione was very happy to leave this crowded and awkward Honeydukes.

...

"You, when did you know?"

After Harry left Honeydukes, he started wandering around in the snowstorm.

But he didn't wander around for long——

Even before the cold weather could dissipate the heat from the hot drink he had just drank, he saw a light door suddenly appear in front of him, and Tiera walked out of the light door.

"When did you know that?" Harry asked once.

"Second year." Tiera said, "To be precise, at the end of the second year, when I am released from petrification and return to the Gryffindor dormitory, you can hug me and take it."

"Your touch gives me the same feeling as Ravenclaw's diadem."

"Then, why didn't you tell me?" Harry asked angrily. He felt as if the hot drink he just drank turned into a stream of heat and rushed straight into his brain.

"A piece of Voldemort's soul has attached itself to your body when you were one year old." Tiera did not answer directly, but continued, "He grew up with your soul, he is like another person in your body. A soul takes root in your body."

"It's just because it is a fragment of the soul, and you are a complete soul, so your body can be dominated by you, so all Voldemort's soul fragment can do is to give you Parseltongue and make you He has superb black magic talents and can steal your thoughts with ease."

"He can't take over your body, and he can't be resurrected in your body...at least for the time being," Tiera said.

"What, what do you mean, what do you mean temporarily?" Harry asked in horror.

"As long as he is alive, as long as he still has a physical existence, as long as he is not in the form of a wandering soul...as long as his main soul does not merge with the soul fragments in your body...he will not be there... You were resurrected." Tiera said, "So on the day of the battle at the Ministry of Magic, I clearly had the opportunity and the ability, but I didn't kill Voldemort..."

"I'm afraid that once he is liberated from the shackles of his body, he will be resurrected in your body..." Tiera said, "Voldemort is in a good state now... like a man in the gutter. Like a mouse hiding in the dark, doing trouble silently..."

"But, but, but his soul fragment..." Harry couldn't continue speaking. He only felt a sense of nausea. Now Harry suddenly understood that at the end of the third grade, Ron suddenly knew that he had raised a child. The mouse that has been around for more than ten years is actually the feeling of Peter Pettigrew.

"Tiera, can you help me drive the soul out of Voldemort's body?" Harry asked while suppressing his nausea.

"I'm very sorry, I can't do anything right now." Tiera said with regret.

"To be precise, I currently have no way to remove Voldemort's soul without hurting you. The fragment of Voldemort's soul has been in your body since you were one year old. After so many years of growth, It has taken root in your body and has a very mysterious connection with your own soul..." Tiera sighed and said, "Unless you also have the reason to refine the Horcrux, or are ready to give up. This body."

"But don't be afraid, Harry..." Tiera raised her hand, gently stroked Harry's head and said, "Although I can't remove Voldemort's soul fragments, I can make him no longer there.

influence you."