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

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

Wu Peirong asked Maca Fal-Mengkasha about flesh and blood magic, and Maca-Fal-Mengkasha asked Nick Lemay about the alchemy of life in alchemy.

And the Thunderbird Chief was at the same time asking Maca-Fal-Monkasha and Nicklemay to teach Flesh Magic and the Forging of Life.

Hehe, although all these immortals say that they have lived enough, they no longer have any nostalgia for the world.

But that was when they felt that the ritual of becoming a **** was too dangerous, and that walking into the ritual was tantamount to suicide.

Now led by a Tierra who has completed the ceremony of becoming a god, the subject of standardizing the ceremony of becoming a **** has been thrown out. These people are obviously duplicitous, and they have started to prepare their own ceremony of becoming a god-

After all, no matter how long they get it, they won't think that their life is too long, just like Jack Ma won't think that they have too much money in Versailles,

During their discussion, the rest of Tierra, Dumbledore, and Slytherin had been drinking black tea and eating desserts calmly.

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

"Why didn't you participate in the discussion?" Tiera asked in a Parseltonian accent. "You know that if it's your turn to become a god, I won't help you do everything like Hathaway did."

"Even if you are willing to do it all, I don't dare." Slytherin replied with a Parseltonian smile, "I have spent thousands of years in the dark, and neither life nor strength means anything to me. I'm too tired to get something that is bound to be acquired or need to work hard to grab it, and I just want to spend the rest of my life leisurely, let's talk about it..."

Salazar Slytherin glanced at Tiera with a smile, and said:

"Besides, I haven't made a Horcrux yet. If I said I was willing to split a piece of soul and give it to you for safekeeping, would you refuse?"

"Haha..." Tiera laughed awkwardly, "You really know what to do."

Of course Tiera understood what the Slytherin meant.

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

And Tiera can also make a promise, as long as Slytherin dares to hand over his Horcrux to Tiera for safekeeping, and dares to sign this contract of sale—

Tiera dared to ask for it.

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

Because Nick Lemay and Ms. Wu Peirong were physically weak, this knowledge exchange meeting with an average age of over 380 years ended at about ten ten.

"Tiera, can you take our guests to their rooms for a rest?" Dumbledore said after his last sip of black tea.

"Okay, where do they live?" Tiera asked. "I remember that Hogwarts doesn't have many spare bedrooms. Are some old people sleeping in Chase?"

"You go and ask Hogwarts." Dumbledore said with a smile.

"House of Requirement." Tiera rolled her eyes, then waved her hand, "Okay, come on everyone, please come with me."

...

Unlike the lively and bustling side of Tierra's side, Harry's side felt a lot more deserted——

It's not that Harry's side is not lively, on the contrary, this year's Christmas is the most lively Christmas that Harry has ever--

He is now located at 12 Grimmauld Place, the old home of the Black family, besides Harry himself, his godfather Sirius, his two best friends, Ron and Hermione, the Weasleys, the Tonks S, Lupin, Alastor Moody, Mundungus and other members of the Order of the Phoenix, but for some reason, Harry still felt alienated from it all—

Harry had always felt it was his fault that Mr Weasley had been attacked.

Even if Mrs. Weasley expressed her gratitude to Harry again and again, even if she thought that if it wasn'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 Suo Life Spell, he just seriously injured Arthur; but in such a cold weather, if it is not discovered in time, it is very likely that he will freeze to death there because of his injuries.

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

As if he were Voldemort!

—The thought terrified Harry, made him even more uneasy, and didn't even have the heart to celebrate Christmas at all.

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

But unfortunately not-

Harry has been trying to take out the tarot cards for the past few days, and even took out the resurrection stone, trying to summon Tiera, but Tiera didn't respond at all—

Harry then remembered that Tiera had said that he was going back to **** to deal with some things.

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

"Bumper harvest this year," Ron said to Harry in a pile of wrapping paper. "Thank you for the broom compass, it's great, so much better than Hermione's, she sent a homework planner—"

Harry turned to a gift bag with Hermione's handwriting, and she gave him a small diary-like book, except that every time he opened a page, it would say "Today's things must be done today!" or something like that.

Sirius and Lupin presented Harry with a beautiful set of books: Practical Defense Magic and Its Restraining Against the Dark Arts, with colorful animated illustrations of the spells.

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

Tonks' gift was a small model Firebolt, which Harry watched as it flew around the room.

Ron gave him a large box of Dom Beans, and the Weasleys presented hand-knitted jumpers and patties.

Dobby sent an ugly picture, which Harry suspected the elf drew.

After that--

Tierra's!

Harry found a heavy package inside the gift pile, which read:

"Merry Christmas, although I can't spend Christmas with you this year, but I believe you will be able to use it - Tiera"

Harry excitedly opened the package——

Inside the thin wrapping paper ~lightnovelpub.net~ is a solid and thick black wooden box, open the box, a bottle of medicine, and an envelope slowly float out.

There is no logo on the vial, and the envelope reads:

"Open it after drinking the potion."

Of course, Harry didn't notice that line of words. To be precise, Harry, who received a Christmas present from Tierra for the first time, tore open the envelope faster than his eyes.

"This is the Herris Elixir that I invented. After drinking it, it can enhance your soul power and help you better resist the invasion of Voldemort's mind. Time is running out, so I only have one. The following is the formula of Herris Elixir. :"

"..."

...

At the same time, Voldemort, who is thousands of miles away, is boringly connecting with Harry's thinking to see if he can continue to fan the wind and light some ghosts. The result is that the one who is said to be able to enhance the power of the soul is Harris. Pharmacy formula.

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