After chatting with Voldemort for a while longer, Tierra quietly returned to the dormitory.
With the sorrow and indignation Tierra had disguised through Occlumency, Voldemort quickly believed him.
Not only did he believe him, he also thought his scheme had produced an unexpected effect—his Love Potion Charm must have brought Tierra some unwanted romantic attention.
After letting Tierra experience a life of being fawned over, it had made him even more dependent on the diary—
Voldemort's speculation happened to suit Tierra's intentions perfectly.
Arrogance had always been Voldemort's fatal weakness.
Even a genius like Voldemort could never have imagined how many powers beyond his comprehension were held by a first-year wizard like Tierra.
Thus, even though Voldemort had always found Tierra's state and behavior extremely strange, it never occurred to him that the eleven-year-old body of Tierra housed a soul in his thirties.
And that he possessed a Dark Magic library.
After sparring with Voldemort for a while, Tierra successfully got Voldemort to cast a Warming Charm on him, successfully draining the last trace of Voldemort's strength.
Only then did Tierra, thoroughly satisfied, quietly place the Invisibility Cloak at Harry's bedside before climbing into bed to sleep.
"Tierra?" The moment Tierra lay down, he saw Harry sit up in bed and softly call his name.
"Harry, you're still awake?" After pulling up his blanket, Tierra turned over to face Harry in the darkness.
"Yeah, I was a little worried about you," Harry said. "How did it go? Did you find him? Did you find Nicolas Flamel?"
"No." Tierra sighed, pretending to be somewhat disappointed.
"Don't be disappointed. I'll go take a look tomorrow," Harry comforted him.
"Mm. Good night, Harry," Tierra said.
"Good night, Tierra."
Although Harry said that.
At around half past midnight, Tierra, who had been using his