Harry Potter and the Old Ones

After the matter of helping Hathaway Romanoff become a god was finalized, several people communicated with each other again.

Although it is an exchange, there is actually nothing special about it——

Wu Peirong asked Maka-Fal-Monkasha about the magic of flesh and blood, and Maka-Fal-Monkasha asked Niklemei about the alchemy of life.

Chief Thunderbird was simultaneously asking Maca-Fal-Monkasa and Nickleme for advice on flesh magic and life refining.

Haha, even though each of these old immortals say that they have lived enough, they no longer have any nostalgia for the world.

But that is when they feel that the ritual of becoming a god is too dangerous and that going through the ritual of becoming a god is tantamount to suicide.

Now, Tiera, who has completed the ceremony to become a god, takes the lead and raises the issue of standardizing the ceremony to become a god. These people are obviously a bit duplicitous and start to prepare their own rituals for becoming a god——

After all, no matter how long they gain, they will not be dissatisfied with their longevity, just like Jack Ma will not be dissatisfied with his wealth no matter how long he goes to Versailles.

While they were discussing, the remaining Tiera, Dumbledore, and Slytherin were calmly drinking black tea and eating desserts.

Tiera has become a god, Dumbledore has a way out, and as for Slytherin——

"Why don't you participate in the discussion?" Tiera asked in Parseltongue. "You know that if it is your turn to become a god, I will not help you like Hathaway."

"Even if you are willing to take over everything, I don't dare." Slytherin replied with a smile in Parseltongue, "I have spent thousands of years in a daze, and neither life nor strength means anything to me. I am too tired to get things that I must win or need to fight hard for. I just want to spend the rest of my life leisurely. Besides..."

Salazar Slytherin looked at Tiera with a smile, and then said:

"Besides, I have never made a Horcrux. If I said I was willing to split a piece of my soul and give it to you for safekeeping, would you refuse?"

"Haha..." Tiera laughed awkwardly, "You are really good at coming up with strange ideas."

Of course Tiera understood what Slytherin meant.

Slytherin just doesn't want to work hard now, but if it comes to a situation where he has to die, he is completely willing to sign a contract of betrayal and let Tiera guarantee his life.

And Tiera can definitely guarantee it, as long as Slytherin dares to hand over his Horcrux to Tiera for safekeeping and dares to sign this contract of betrayal——

Tiera dared to ask for it.

After all, who doesn’t want a lab assistant who has no desires, is experienced, and has an extremely rich knowledge reserve?

Because of the lack of physical strength of Nicolas Flamel and Ms. Wu Peirong, this knowledge exchange meeting, with an average age of over 380 years old, came to an end at about 10:10.

"Tiera, could you please take our guests to their rooms to have a rest?" Dumbledore said after taking the last sip of black tea.

"Okay, where do they live?" Tiera asked, "I remember there are not many empty bedrooms in Hogwarts. Are we going to let a few old people sleep in the big bunk?"

"Ask Hogwarts," Dumbledore said with a smile.

"The Room of Requirement." Tiera rolled her eyes, then waved her hand, "Okay, come on, everyone, please follow me."

…

Unlike Tiera's side, which was bustling with activity, Harry's side felt much more deserted——

It's not that Harry's place isn't lively, on the contrary, this year's Christmas is the most lively Christmas Harry has ever had——

He is currently located at No. 12 Grimmauld Place, the old home of the Black family. In addition to Harry himself, there are also his godfather Sirius, his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, the Weasley family, Tonk Si, Lupin, Alastor Moody, Mundungus and other members of the Order of the Phoenix, but for some reason, Harry still felt alienated from all of them——

Harry had always felt that Mr. Weasley's attack was his fault.

Even if Mrs. Weasley expressed her gratitude to Harry again and again, even if she thought that if it weren't for Harry, Arthur Weasley might have died at the door of the Department of Mysteries——

Although the mysterious man did not use the Avada Kedavra, he only seriously injured Arthur; but in such cold weather, if he was not discovered in time, he would probably freeze to death due to his injuries.

But Harry still felt a little guilty...because in last night's nightmare, Harry dreamed that he was actually Voldemort, and he used the spell on Mr. Weasley.

It's like he is Voldemort!

——This thought frightened Harry and made him even more uneasy. He even had no intention of celebrating Christmas.

Harry urgently needs to find someone, such as Tiera, to talk to. Harry believes that Tiera's rich magical knowledge will help him solve this problem.

But it's a pity that there is no——

Harry has been trying to take out Tarot cards and even the Resurrection Stone in the past few days, trying to summon Tiera, but Tiera didn't respond at all——

Harry then remembered that Tiera had said that she would go back to Hell to deal with some matters.

Harry woke up on Christmas morning to find a pile of presents at the foot of his bed, and a pair at the foot of Ron's bed. His pile looked larger and Ron had already opened half of it.

"It's a great harvest this year." Ron said to Harry among a pile of wrapping paper. "Thank you for the broom compass. It's great. It's much better than Hermione's. She sent a homework planner-"

Harry found a gift bag with Hermione's handwriting. She also gave him a small book like a diary, but every time he opened a page, it would say something like "Today's things must be completed today!"

Sirius and Lupine gave Harry a set of exquisite books: "Practical Defensive Magic and Its Restraint against Dark Arts", in which the spells have colorful animated illustrations.

Hagrid gave him a fur wallet with fangs. The fangs were probably an anti-theft device. Unfortunately, Harry might have his fingers bitten off when he put money in it.

Tonks' gift was a small Firebolt model, and Harry watched it fly around the room.

Ron gave him a large box of beans, and the Weasleys' gifts were hand-knitted jumpers and meat pies.

Dobby sent an ugly picture, which Harry suspected the elf had drawn himself.

After that--

Tiera's!

Harry found a heavy package among the gifts, which read:

"Merry Christmas. Although I can't spend Christmas with you this year, I believe you will definitely use it - Tiera"

Harry opened the package excitedly——

Inside the thin wrapping paper was a solid black wooden box. When he opened the box, a bottle of potion and an envelope slowly floated out.

There is no mark on the medicine bottle, but the envelope reads:

"Drink the potion and then open it."

Of course, Harry didn't notice that line of writing. To be precise, Harry, who received a serious Christmas gift from Tiera for the first time, tore open the envelope with his hands faster than his eyes.

"This is the Helis potion I invented. After drinking it, it can enhance your soul power and help you better resist the invasion of Voldemort's mind. Time is tight, so I only prepared one copy. The following is the recipe of the Helis potion. :"

"..."

…

At the same time, Voldemort, who was thousands of miles away, was boringly communicating with Harry's mind to see if he could continue to fan the dark wind and light the will-o'-the-wisp. What came into view was the Hollis who was said to be able to enhance the power of the soul. Potion formula.