Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Tiera laughed.

It was a very perverted, very perverted laugh.

Hideous laughter, like sandpaper rubbing against a stone surface, echoed through the library.

After Tierra transcribed the content of "Life Reconstruction" from "Seraino Fragments" on "Inheritor", Tierra recited a mantra silently in her heart and left the library.

Tierra, who returned to the lounge, took out a wooden box from under her bed, and could smell a faint rotten smell from inside the wooden box.

Tiera opened the box.

The inside of the wooden box was dark and exuded a strong rotten smell.

Numerous ring-shaped worms of different colors scurried back and forth in the soft and smelly meat paste, protruding from time to time a broken small vertebra or unfinished internal organs.

These are Tierra's cursed worms.

Tierra is now able to make the cursed worm live outside the living body like a real worm.

But the premise is that they must be fed with enough fresh flesh, otherwise these worms will return to Tierra again.

Fortunately, here is Hogwarts.

Because of the existence of magic, the most indispensable thing in Hogwarts is food.

Every night Tierra either asked Revan to catch a few mice, or asked the house elf in the kitchen for some pig, sheep or cow offal——

Even though there are so many strange foods in the wizarding world, including heavy-tasting snacks like cockroach candy, wizards still don't eat offal!

So most of the offal is food for the house-elves, but a lot of it still goes to waste.

Tierra put one hand close to the wooden box containing the cursed worm, and stopped ten centimeters above the wooden box.

The cursed worms in the wooden box stopped eating and wriggling, each one supported by their fat tails, protruding from the rotten meat paste with slender, small heads with small teeth.

Tierra's left hand was placed on the "inheritor", and the spell of "life reconstruction" flowed into his mind.

Tierra's other hand, resting on top of the wooden box, was split in the center of the back of the right hand, forming a lipless mouth with a shallow layer of teeth and a misshapen tongue.

"Cough...cough...heh..." The mouth on Tierra's right hand squirmed and arched a little upwards. Tierra recalled the anatomy he had learned in his previous life, and it temporarily differentiated on the palm of his right hand. A mouth and a vocal cord.

Tierra, who has a biological foundation, is making rapid progress in flesh and blood magic.

After getting used to her "new mouth" a little bit, Tierra controlled its slow movement, and chanted the mantra of "life reconstruction".

"Life Reconstruction" is different from "Inheritor". It is not a special life-saving magic, but a magic transformed from a breeding magic called amorphous mycelium.

With the sound of the incantation, the skin of Tierra's right hand began to separate from the flesh and blood from the wrist, and squirmed forward, bit by bit from Tierra's bloody palm, and moved towards Tierra's palm like a thin glove. Fang floats.

The moment the skin of Tierra's palm was separated from Tierra, the worms in the wooden box seemed to lose control and frantically flock towards the thin layer of skin suspended in midair, squeezing and merging with each other, in midair A weird aggregate of worms was formed, with dozens of thick and long worm tails wriggling non-stop.

Drop after drop of blood defied gravity and rushed towards the worm aggregate suspended above the palm. Every time a drop of blood entered, the worm aggregate shrank a little.

The spherical aggregate became flattened little by little, and five finger-like columns protruded out.

"Snapped--"

Finally, when Tierra finished chanting the last incantation, a dark brown, almost black glove fell to the ground.

Tierra could feel a very weak connection between herself and the glove on the ground.

Tierra's thoughts moved slightly, and the five fingers of the glove on the ground squirmed a little, thinking of how many centimeters Tierra had crawled.

Tierra sighed, picked up the glove on the ground with his bloody right hand, and put it on his left hand.

"Very suitable." Tierra clenched her fist, stretched it, and clenched it again, while her mind continued to strengthen the connection between herself and the glove.

As the connection between Tierra and the glove strengthened little by little, the color of the glove gradually became lighter and lighter until it was exactly the same as Tierra's skin color.

"It looks much more normal this way." Tierra didn't feel that she was wearing a glove on her left hand at all.

Because of the "Secret Sutra of Seven Chapters of Xuanjun", only the phalanx is left on the little finger of Tierra's left hand. Although he doesn't know why the phalanx of his little finger can still move freely, but because his little finger lost flesh and blood, even Wearing gloves at ordinary times is quite different from the gloves worn by normal people, especially the part of the little finger. Tierra has to stuff a few balls of cotton into the glove every time to make the little finger not look so shriveled.

And it was very troublesome to take a shower. Gryffindor's bathroom was like the bathroom in Tierra's last life university, with one shower next to the other, no compartment, and no curtain between the two showers.

This made Tierra only dare to take a bath when no one was around.

And Tierra had rejected Harry, Ron, and the Weasley twins' invitation to take a shower together more than once.

If it wasn't for this glove, Tierra wouldn't even know what reason to refuse next semester.

After all, the boys who took a bath together are brothers.

"Should I say that it is indeed my own skin?" Tierra smiled.

Now Tierra's gloved left hand is totally indistinguishable except that it is a circle bigger than the right hand.

It's like not wearing gloves at all—

Hmm... I cut off the skin of my right hand to make a semi-active magical life form and put it on my left hand...

This...doesn't seem like wearing gloves...

Tierra stretched out her left hand, trying to control the glove through the connection with the glove.

Countless worm-like tentacles grew from the glove, which made Tierra's left hand seem to be a mass of worms.

But these worm-like tentacles are not messy, but follow Tierra's thoughts and extend to the surroundings.

One rolled up the traceless extension bag that Tierra put on the bedside table, the other took out a can of fresh white potion from the bag, one took out a plastic dropper from the bag, and one twisted the fresh white potion. The bottle cap of the medicine, one opened the bedside table, and the other took out the bandage from the bedside table...

Tierra can even control several other tentacles

Close the lid of the wooden box and push it under the bed——

Pick up a comb and comb your hair——

pick up the pen -

Open Tom Riddle's diary——

Thanks to the great Cthulhu for the reward of 500 points

Thank you Kersey for your support