That night, Tierra, Harry, Ron, Hermione, or everyone else slept only a few hours before Mr. Weasley woke them up in the early hours of the morning.

When he slept last night, Tiera let the "parasite" stay in the sleeping bag to contain himself in his sleeping bag, and his body returned to the library silently through Merlin's ring.

Tiera walked out of the library and walked into an extra huge stone house built with black hard rocks—

Here is his laboratory.

Or...the lab he shared with Slytherin.

At the end of last semester, in order to get rid of the spiritual dimension bestowed by Nyarlathotep and plunder HWHY's spiritual dimension, the plan went well. Chass Lytherin's partial sanity, and left him and Dobby on this uninhabited planet after the plan was completed.

Dobby can also leave the planet occasionally, return to the wizarding society to buy some things, or walk around to play, but Slytherin can only stay on this uninhabited planet because of its own weird shape.

And the books in Tierra's library are not the kind of casual books that you can casually flip through.

So bored, the potions master and black magic master Salazar Slytherin had to do it himself and set up his own potions laboratory in the open space next to the library.

Of course, after the lab was built, Tiera's natural request took a corner.

Although Slytherin was displeased with Tiera's behavior of occupying a magpie's nest, but she was bound to be strong, so she had to pinch her nose to recognize it.

After returning to the uninhabited planet, Tiera went directly to her own experimental benches in the laboratory.

"Your Adam and Eve are there." Slytherin pointed his head down after seeing Tiera appear, "I'll take care of it for you."

Tiera followed Slytherin's gaze and saw a young brown-haired wizard and a young witch with light blond hair lying **** two rough stone platforms.

On the stone cabinet to the right of the two stone platforms is a cylindrical glass jar that is more than half a person high, which is the kind of glass jar used in biological laboratories to soak specimens or pickle pickles.

Inside the glass jar was a white skeleton a little bigger than a swan—

A half-skeleton to be exact.

Only the left half of the glass jar is the skeleton of Bai Sensen, and the right half is the image of a large bird covered with golden red feathers.

At the top of the dividing line between the bones of the big bird and the flesh and blood, a small flame like a tinder was burning——

Tiera tried to use the phoenix skeleton in the Black family's vault, Fox's right wing, right foot, a little bit of divine fire, and the elixir that he had privately plucked from Nick Lemay to build one from the Gringotts vault. own phoenix-

Tiera was halfway there.

Under the power of divine fire, he successfully fused Fox's flesh, feathers and bones with the phoenix bones in the Black family's vault, and activated the life activity of the phoenix.

This is the record of Tierra becoming a god.

Instead of going through the ritual of becoming a god, plunder directly, and occupy the divine dimension of the phoenix, so that you can evolve into a four-dimensional creature.

But it was a pity, perhaps because the divine fire intercepted by Tiera was too small, it was not enough to fully revive the phoenix. After only half of it was resurrected, it was almost exhausted, and the divine fire declined sharply.

At this speed, even if Tiera finally resurrected the phoenix's flesh and blood, it was just a three-dimensional bird with phoenix characteristics.

There is no divine dimension.

So Tiera had no choice but to soak the incompletely resurrected phoenix into the elixir, so that the weak power from the divine dimension in the elixir could be used as fuel to support the already precarious divine flame.

Tiera first bent down to observe the phoenix in the glass jar, and then got up.

"Ah..." Tiera sighed, "The elixir that I have detained from Nick Lemay is almost exhausted, and we have to start making a new elixir quickly."

The elixirs in the glass jars are now deducted from Nick Lemay's daily feeding by Tiera——

While living in Nick Lemay's alchemy hut, Nick Lemay would give Tiera a can of elixir every three days and watch him drink it.

At first, Tiera drank it honestly, but as time passed, Tiera had to change her mind:

Every time before drinking the elixir, Tiera will swallow a glass jar in advance, so that in the process of drinking the elixir, Tiera only needs to deliberately control the posture of drinking the medicine, and it is easy to let the elixir flow. Put it into the glass jar in your stomach, and take it out when no one is there.

With this technique, Tiera saved about five liters of the elixir.

"Okay, I'll take some time to cook it back, remember to prepare the ingredients for me." Slytherin raised his head from his laboratory bench, reached out and picked up a pair of sunglasses, and then slid with the snake tail of his lower body. Come over, "What experiment are you going to do this time?"

"An experiment in artificial life." Tiera walked over and stretched out her left hand and placed it on the wizard's belly button. Immediately after his left arm wriggled, a tentacle fell off his left arm and drilled through the belly button. into the wizard's body.

"I wonder if I'm still a human being," Tiera said.

...

After everyone was up, Mr. Weasley magically stowed the tent into his backpack, and they left the camp as quickly as possible, seeing Mr. Roberts standing in the doorway of his small stone hut.

Mr. Roberts, looking eccentric and in a trance, waved goodbye to them and mumbled "Merry Christmas".

"He'll be all right," said Mr. Weasley, as they strode toward the swamp. "Sometimes, when a person's memory is altered, he's a little bit confused for a while . . . and they want to It was another big event that made him forget."

As they approached the place where the door keys were kept, they heard many people shouting eagerly.

Going a little further, they found that a large group of wizards had surrounded Basil the Portkey Keeper, all clamoring to get out of the camp as soon as possible.

Mr. Weasley and Basil discussed it in a few words, everyone stood in the line, and finally got an old tire before the sun came up, which could be used to return to Ferret Mountain.

In the twilight of dawn, they passed through the village of Autry-San Catchipole and walked along the wet path towards the Burrow.

We seldom talked along the way because we were all tired, hungry and sleepy.

They turned a corner, and the Burrow appeared before them, and there was a cry from the path.

"Oh, thank goodness, thank goodness!"

Mrs Weasley, who had apparently been waiting for them in the front yard, ran towards them, wearing the slippers she wore in the bedroom.

Mrs. Weasley was pale and nervous, clutching a rolled-up copy of the Daily Prophet.

"Arthur! Arthur! Arthur! I'm so worried! I'm so worried—" Mrs. Weasley shouted louder than louder.

She wrapped her arms around Mr. Weasley's neck, and the Daily Prophet slipped from her feeble hands to the ground.

"You're all right," Mrs. Weasley muttered in shock, releasing Mr. Weasley and looking at them with red eyes. "You're all alive... oh, son..."

To everyone's surprise, she grabbed Fred and George and gave them a hard hug.

She used so much energy that the twins' heads banged together.

"Ouch! Mom! You're strangling us—"

"I was yelling at you before you left!" Mrs Weasley said, and she couldn't help crying. "I've been thinking about this! If You-Know-Who gets you, and what I tell you The last sentence is that your O.W.Ls scores were not good! Oh, Fred...George..."

"Okay, okay, Molly, we're all fine." Mr. Weasley comforted her, pulling the twins out of her arms and leading her into the house.

"Bill," he said in a low voice, "pick up that paper, I want to see what it says..."

They all squeezed into the small kitchen, and Tiera quickly made Mrs. Weasley a strong cup of tea with four cubes of sugar.

When he took it out, Mr. Weasley poured a little Ogden Aged Strong Whiskey into it—

"Molly prefers wine to sugar~lightnovelpub.net~ Mr. Weasley said with a wink, took the teacup from Tiera's hand and placed it in front of Mrs. Weasley.

Then Bill handed the newspaper to his father.

Mr. Weasley sifted through the first edition, and Percy looked over his shoulder.

"I knew it was going to be like this," said Mr. Weasley heavily. "The Ministry of Magic is panicking... criminals are not caught... law and order is loose... dark wizards are on the loose... shame on the country... who is this? Written? Ah... of course she... Rita Skeeter!"

"That woman is against the Ministry of Magic!" said Percy indignantly. "She said last week that we should be doing all we can to destroy vampires, but was nitpicking about the thickness of the cauldron and wasting time! Paragraph 12 of the Standard for the Treatment of Half-Humans does not specifically state—”

"All right, Percy," Bill said, yawning, "no more."

"Mrs Weasley," Harry asked suddenly. "Did Hedwig bring me a letter?"