Harry Potter and the Old Ones

Although this is not the first time Blelim has entered the pensieve space.

But when Longirsu pulled him into the pensieve space, Blelimhai couldn't help but exclaimed.

Blilim felt as if he had traveled to a parallel world.

The entire space was filled with a delicate and dark atmosphere, as if even the air had become heavy and tough.

Everything around him became dim, there was no moon, no sun, only a faint light, as if illuminated by a fire that stopped somewhere in ancient times.

Blelim looked ahead and saw a tall house enveloping them, with a dazzling golden light emitting from the tall windows, exuding a mysterious and weird aura.

This room was not very big, but it seemed extremely crowded. The place where they settled was filled with all kinds of manuscript papers, bottles and cans, and magic reagents.

But there was an open space in the center of the room. Several white candles were placed on the open space. A magic ritual array composed of black lines was drawn on the ground. In the center of the ritual magic array, there were a strand of hair and a few Drops of dried blood.

But before Blilim could see clearly what kind of ritual formation it was.

The surrounding manuscript papers moved automatically without any wind, and were all spread on the candles.

In an instant, the entire memory turned into a sea of ​​fire.

"ah--!"

Blelim was pulled out of the memory space.

Blilim, who didn't react, stood in front of the pensieve blankly.

"It wasn't like this in my dream," Blilim said blankly.

"Of course." Tiera said calmly, "Because this is not your dream at all, but a curse parasitic in your spiritual dimension."

"Curse?" Blilim's voice trembled with fear, "Yes, yes, who cast the curse?"

It seemed that curses were far away from him and were just introduced in books.

"Although there is no evidence, it should be Voldemort as expected. Of course, his name is also Tom Riddle." Tiera said.

"V-Voldemort!?" Blelim almost screamed, "He, he, why, why did he curse me?"

Blelim was so frightened that he almost cried.

"I guess you don't have the habit of sleepwalking, right?" Tiera asked.

"No! Absolutely not!" Blilim denied firmly, "I'm a good sleeper! I fall asleep as soon as I lie down!"

"But you always have various bruises on your hands after waking up recently, right?" Tiera asked again.

"How do you know?" Brylim asked in shock.

——He didn’t tell anyone about this.

Tiera looked at Blelim with some pity and amusement.

——He didn’t know where he should start, whether it was because the entire Hogwarts had no secrets about Longirsu, or whether it was because the devil represented by the cross he wore on his chest was actually pointing directly at himself, or whether it was about himself. He controls and guides Voldemort's movements at all times through the fragments of Voldemort's soul in his belly.

This is why Tiera came back to find this little devil.

With so many factors added together, it would be a bit false to pretend to be deaf and dumb.

"I have my own methods." Tiera said vaguely, "After all, I am one of the few divine creatures in the world, right?"