Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Aren't you also fully resurrected from a dead soul?" Tiera asked with a smile. Tiera's eyes felt very familiar to Voldemort. It was a careless and teasing gaze, like a beast looking at him. The prey’s gaze——

It was just like the way he looked at Harry and his group earlier.

But this time the roles were reversed, the hunter became the opponent, and he became the prey that fell into the trap.

"I know you must have many questions, such as why I can be resurrected, why I can transform into a demon, and why I appear here in this form." Tiera said with a smile, without seeming to have any desire to attack. , but like a conscientious villain, he began to explain his plan in detail.

"At the end of the third grade, I predicted your resurrection." Tiera said with a smile. "To be more precise, I predicted not only your resurrection, but also my death."

"Yes, don't be surprised. I predicted my death. I saw the moment you killed me with the Death Curse." Tiera continued, "After all, I am a prophet, right?"

"But you were still killed by me." Voldemort said gloomily, "You were still killed by me! Your prophecy is useless!"

"No, no, no," Tiera shook her finger and said, "I think you made a mistake, Voldemort."

"Prophecies are not meant to be broken. To be precise, prophecies, like history, are facts that will definitely happen. If time is compared to a long river, then prophecies are like a raised rock downstream of the river." Jela said, "Whether you believe it or not, the reef is there. Of course, you can choose not to believe it, or you can think that your boat is harder than the reef, but the final result of this is-"

"Bang -" Tiera made an explosion gesture with her hand, "destroying herself."

"The most stupid person to face a prophecy is like you." Tiera looked at Voldemort with contempt and said, "Resisting the prophecies and trying to circumvent them is a bad idea, unless you have the ability to overturn the long river of time and strangle it. The long thread of destiny, otherwise it would all be in vain.”

"What is announced in the prophecy will definitely happen. The prophecy is absolute, but it is also relative." Tiera said with a smile, dragging her huge figure back and forth in the relatively spacious hall of the Ministry of Magic. Like a warm-hearted teacher, or an apprentice showing off his knowledge.

Although Voldemort was still on guard, it could be seen that his mind was completely attracted by Tiera's words.

Dumbledore, who was standing inside the protective shield, stroked his beard and was confused——

In other words, he looked at Tiera thoughtfully.

Obviously, this wise old man didn't understand why Tiera told Voldemort so many secrets. He was not sure what kind of medicine Tiera was selling in the gourd, but the intuition he had built up over the years allowed him to instinctively detect it. There is another hint of a shocking conspiracy here.

"What the prophecy shows is only one-sided truth. For example -" Tiera said with a smile, "Let's take my death as an example -"

"I predicted my death. I predicted that Voldemort would kill Tiera with the Death Curse. This statement is not accurate."

"What I predicted was that a person with the image of Voldemort resurrected from the pot, and then used the Death Curse to kill a person with the image of Tiera. This person with the image of Tiera can be anyone." Tiye La smiled and said, "For example, we can talk about Barty Crouch Jr., ten minutes before the last project of Goblet of Fire started, Barty Crouch Jr., as Moody, was alone with me according to the rules of Goblet of Fire. For more than ten minutes, he intended to use the Imperius Curse to control me."

"But on the other hand, if I had been prepared, resisted his Imperius Curse, used the Imperius Curse to counter him, and then used Polyjuice Potion to disguise him as Tiera and send him into the maze, then - Tiera paused and continued, "Then the prophecy can be fulfilled, right?"

At that moment, Tiera saw Voldemort's eyes suddenly brighten up, as if the century-old problem that had troubled him for so long had finally found a solution.

"Of course, this is just a middle-of-the-road strategy. It is only a little smarter than the previous resistance prophecy, and it is only a little smarter to deal with the people in the prophecy." Tiera continued, "As the saying goes, there are great opportunities hidden behind great dangers."

"To put it in a fatalistic way, every talented wizard will directly or indirectly know the prophecy about his own death." Tiera said, "Can you make good use of this death news? Can you poke fun at it?" Breaking the fog of death is the difference between a talented mortal wizard and a god."

"I won't go into details about the specific process." Tiera's smile became more obvious, the smile on her face gradually turned into a grin, and a mist of greed gradually emerged in her eyes, "This is what makes me better than you. , based on the prophecy of death, I planned the ceremony to become a god, and using your death spell, I opened the way to becoming a god."

"At the end of the third grade, I transformed myself into a demon, allowing me to face death in a form that is more solid than the soul and more powerful than the spirit body." Tiera stared at Voldemort, "In death I had planned how to bring myself back to earth before.”

"I left a prophecy, and by fulfilling one prophecy every time, I made all people become my anchors and street lights for me to return to this world."

"I left a clue to the Resurrection Stone so that Harry could awaken my consciousness."

"I also predicted the formation of Dumbledore's Army, so I left a magic spell to Hermione to restrain Dumbledore's Army to prevent traitors among them, and the result was exactly as I expected -"

"Someone within Dumbledore's Army could not bear the pressure from the outside and his own fragile heart, and chose to betray."

"That's not a punishment spell at all, it's a devil's contract. The real meaning of that spell is-"

"When you sign your name, you voluntarily keep the secret. If you are unwilling to keep the secret, then you voluntarily provide your body to the devil."

"This is how I invaded Marietta's body." The giant Tiera stopped pacing back and forth and stopped, "But this is not my ultimate goal."

"To be precise, no matter who in Dumbledore's Army betrays them, they will not be my final body. After all, they are just springboards, just doors that allow me to come to the world in demon form-" Tiera looked at Voldemort and said , "Their talents are too low, their bodies are too immature, and their magic power is too weak. I need a powerful body. I need a wizard with majestic magic power and superb talents as my physical body."

With that said, Tiera stretched out her hand to Voldemort——

"I need you, I need your body."