Madam Pomfrey wanted Harry to stay in the hospital until the weekend.

Harry neither argued with her nor complained, but lay on the bed obediently—

But Harry regretted it immediately.

Because on the first night of his hospitalization, "Tiera" secretly walked out——

It was not until Dumbledore came to the school hospital to see him that "Tiera" reappeared with a look of guilt and anxiety.

"Harry... are you feeling better?"

"Tiera" asked cautiously.

"Well... I'm much better." Harry said softly, "It's a pity that my Nimbus 2000 is."

When Dumbledore came to see him yesterday, he brought Harry's Nimbus 2000, which had been smashed into pieces by the beating willow.

That was the broomstick that Professor McGonagall gave to Harry in first grade, and stayed with him for three years—

"Don't worry, Harry."

"Tiera" said, "You will definitely get better..."

"Tiella" accompanied Harry for a while, and put the candy and drinks that he had bought a few days ago to celebrate Harry's Quidditch victory beside Harry's hospital bed, and then quietly Yes, without disturbing anyone to leave—

After "Tiella" left, Harry felt a little bored. After eating some candy, he turned around and fell asleep slowly.

After Harry fell asleep, a rustling sound came from the dispensary room of the school hospital.

"You stepped on the hem of my skirt, Albus." Professor McGonagall pulled his skirt, then tiptoed out of the dispensing room with her skirt in hand, turned around excitedly and said, "It's true!"

"Be quiet, Minerva." Dumbledore followed behind with his skirt up, "Don't wake up little Harry."

"Okay." Professor McGonagall said, then lifted the hem of her skirt and quietly walked out of the school hospital with Dumbledore.

"What did you talk about that day?" McGonagall asked as she walked. "Little Tiera has been avoiding you since that day."

"Oh...it's nothing," Dumbledore said. "Just some of this, some of that...and then persuaded him to embrace his talent and accept his own abilities."

"Embracing talent?" Professor McGonagall said in amazement, looking at Dumbledore with a "do you have a brain?" "What do you think? You're not afraid..."

"Aren't you afraid that little Tiera will really become him?" Professor McGonagall whispered.

"It's not a matter of fear, Minerva." Dumbledore said helplessly, "From the moment he made the first prophecy, his fate has been doomed, and sooner or later he will embark on that path, that is A hard, terrifying and betrayal road."

"Tiera is a precocious child, and he has a gift for prophecy," Dumbledore said.

"Yeah, the gift of prophecy..." Dumbledore sighed, "What an enviable gift, time means nothing to them, knowledge is at their fingertips, but at the same time he is more accessible to those darkness , the truth that smells of rancidity."

"Those truths are so ugly that they are enough to contort any normal person's mind," Dumbledore said. "Tiera will either join them or fight back in the most violent way possible."

"Can't there help him shield this talent? Let him live and grow up like a normal child." Professor McGonagall said.

"I can't do it." Dumbledore said helplessly, "This kind of talent is innate, along with his own magic, we can't block it, we can only help him restrain, but restraint is not the best choice— —

"This kind of talent represents the essential attribute of Tierra's magic power. Just like letting a wizard child suppress his magical talent, it will bring huge disaster to himself and the entire wizarding society."

"So we can only guide... so we have to guide..." Professor McGonagall said.

"Yes, and the sooner the better, so that at least... we can help him when he comes into contact with those dark truths." Dumbledore said a little heavy, "but now our little Tiera refuses to talk to me. Contact...maybe...maybe my wording that day was too drastic..."

Professor McGonagall glanced at Dumbledore, his lips moved, but he didn't say anything.

At the same time, Tiera quickly found the Zug tribe living in the enchanting forest. With her superb conversation skills and a small piece of Peter Pettigrew's spiritual body, Tiera and the ancestors who lived in the forest. The Ge tribe exchanged their specialty, moonshine wine—

Cutting off a piece of spiritual substance from Pettigrew Peter's spiritual body will not make Pettigrew of the spiritual body, it will just shrink his spiritual body a little.

After the elders of the Zug tribe enjoyed the small piece of Peter Pettigrew's spiritual dimension body, Tiera took advantage of the situation and expressed the hope that the young Zug of the Zug tribe could lead him to the city of Usa outside the enchanting forest. .

The elders of the Zug tribe agreed.

Led by other young Zugs from the Zug tribe, Tiera heads towards the edge of the enchanting forest—

The surrounding giant oaks are getting slack~lightnovelpub.net~ Some dead or dying trees stand among the unnaturally dense mushrooms, mud and fallen rotting oak.

They turned a corner at a huge slab of stone with a three-foot-wide iron ring attached, and walked around the place for a few hours—

Gradually, Tiera saw the shimmering sky, the huge plain that ran down the river, and the thick smoke billowing from the farmhouse in the distance—

On the left and right sides of the farmhouse were fences, cultivated fields and the roof of thatched huts, and Tiera seemed to have suddenly come from a terrifying and deep forest to a peaceful and peaceful village.

The Zugs followed to the edge of the enchanting forest and returned to their tribe. Only a few daring Zugs continued to follow behind Tiera. They seemed to want to covet the fresh spiritual body of Peter Pettigrew. The flesh, or want to know more legendary stories, they can tell their younger generation when they are old.

Tiera ignored the surrounding Zug hidden in the grass, low shrubs or dense leaves, and the "hum" of the wings, and walked towards the nearest farmhouse on the edge of the forest—

It seems to be morning now, and the farmer, who is no different from a normal human being, is really busy with his straws, while his wife is really cooking the morning.

Before getting close to the farmhouse, Tiera transformed the bright red "parasite" into an inconspicuous gray robe, and folded a branch about the same height as herself from the dead wood in the enchanting forest as a wooden staff, pretending to be lost. traveler--

"Good sir," Tiera said, "I am a lost traveler. Can you tell me the way to Usa City?"