Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 204 Rejection
“Gellert devised a ritual of death,” Dumbledore said.

“I don’t know how he came up with that idea, but he’s undoubtedly a genius. A genius in every sense of the word,” Dumbledore exclaimed. “That’s why I said you’re far inferior to him.”

Tierra: ...

Yes, yes, I know, I'm far inferior to your dear Gellert, okay? Do you really have to say all this nonsense?

"When Gellert was sixteen, Durmstrang found he could no longer turn a blind eye to his wicked and messy experiments—" Dumbledore said, "Durmstrang found he could no longer turn a blind eye to Gellert Grindelwald's wicked and messy experiments with flesh magic, so he expelled him from school."

"Flesh magic?" Tiera raised an eyebrow. What a coincidence!

“Yes, flesh magic,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “Then, Tyella, can you guess how Gellert wrested the Elder Wand back from Death?”

“Headmaster,” Tierra sighed helplessly, “could you please say what you need to say quickly? Don’t keep making me guess, I have class in a little while.”

"What does it matter?" Dumbledore poured Thierrand a cup of tea and said, "I haven't had a chat like this with anyone in a long time. Consider this fulfilling a centenarian's little wish."

"By the way, Professor Flitwick's Charms class is this morning, and I've noticed you haven't been in a while," Dumbledore said. "So what difference does it make if you miss one more?"

Tierra: ...

You old rascal, you're so wicked, leading the way in encouraging students to skip class.

“Alright,” Tierra sighed. “So what happened next? I can’t wait to find out.”

“Gellert is a genius,” Dumbledore added.

Tierra: ...

I know you just said that.

“He used the results of his previous experiments to create a body, creating another ‘Gellert Grindelwald’,” Dumbledore said. “Then he used an extremely evil dark magic to cut off a part of his soul and merged it with the empty shell of that ‘Gellert Grindelwald’ to create a dark alchemical life form.”

“It is a living Horcrux, protected by an extremely powerful shell of dark magic,” Dumbledore said. “Neither the Gregorovich family seeking revenge nor anyone else who wants the Elder Wand can do anything about it.”

“After Gellert had reaped enough lives with the Elder Wand, he turned the tip of the wand on himself—” Dumbledore paused before continuing.

"To be precise, Gellert's true form killed his own dark life form."

“Gellert let his dark life form be defeated by an Auror from the German wizarding world, who was actually Gellert Grindelwald in disguise, and killed him in front of a great crowd,” Dumbledore said. “Gellert Grindelwald killed himself; Gellert Grindelwald conquered death—”

"Through this ritual, he won the Elder Wand back from Death," Dumbledore said.

“Three days later, he was ‘resurrected,’” Dumbledore said, “and established an unshakeable authority over his followers.”

"Thus, Gellert fulfilled the scene in his prophecy—" Dumbledore said, "that Gellert Grindelwald was executed in front of a great crowd."

“Let me guess, Headmaster,” Tierra said, “that Gellert was bound to a cross when he was executed, wasn’t he?”

“Yes,” Dumbledore said. “By the way, you should call him Grindelwald, or Mr. Grindelwald.”

Tierra: ...

There are so many things to complain about that Tiera doesn't even know where to begin.

Goodness, all I can say is goodness, Grindelwald was quite the player when he was young.

They're much more cunning than some village-level terrorists.

This is what a Dark Lord looks like; Tom Riddle is at best a village-level terrorist.

“Excuse my bluntness, Headmaster,” Tierra interrupted, “Why does Mr. Grindelwald want to fulfill this prophecy? Isn’t there a less arrogant way to obtain the Elder Wand?”

“Prophecies are immutable,” Dumbledore said. “The visions of the future seen by prophets are absolutely unchangeable; they will come to pass, but they are not necessarily accurate.”

“I understand.” Tiera said knowingly. “The event is absolute, but the truth is relative. The absolute event is that Gellert Grindelwald was executed, but the relative truth is whether what was killed was Gellert Grindelwald’s real body, his alchemical life form, or just some stranger who was controlled by the Imperius Curse after taking Polyjuice Potion.”

“Yes, a partial picture cannot tell the whole truth behind the whole event,” Dumbledore said with a smile, seemingly pleased with Tyella’s understanding. “If Gellert hadn’t gone to great lengths to arrange this death ritual, he would have been the one bound to the cross, and he would have faced true death.”

"So he deceived the future?" Tierra asked.

“No, he designed the future. Great disasters often contain great opportunities for survival. He chose the truth that was most advantageous to him within the predetermined future events,” Dumbledore said. “So you see, Tyrell, you have absolutely no need to be afraid of your own gifts.”

Tierra: ...

“I remember you’re Chinese, right?” Dumbledore asked.

“Yes,” Tiera replied, “always.”

“That explains it,” Dumbledore said. “I have been to China. It is a beautiful country and a nation with a bright future.”

“Thank you,” Tierra said proudly. “There’s an old Chinese saying,” Dumbledore paused, then suddenly spoke in Chinese:
"The Great Dao is fifty, Heaven evolves into forty-nine, and man escapes to one."

Tierra: ...

Your Chinese is quite good.

"Do you know what that means?" Dumbledore asked.

“I don’t know,” Tierra replied.

"Suppose there are fifty laws governing the operation and development of things in the world. Forty-nine of them are predetermined, and the one that is hidden is the opportunity for survival, the way out of a dead end. After a great disaster comes a great opportunity. That 'one' is the opportunity for survival that we can control," Dumbledore said. "So don't be afraid of your talent. Accept it, embrace it. It is your way out, your best opportunity!"

Tierra: ...

Well, so in the end, it all comes down to me embracing my talent.

It must be said that this Dumbledore truly lives up to his reputation as the first Dark Lord's ex-boyfriend; he presents evidence, lays out facts, and throws out conclusions—his salesmanship skills are off the charts.

If Tiera were an ordinary child, he might have given in, but unfortunately he isn't—

He knew very well that someone like him, who had received the blessings of the Chaos of Subduing, was already barely scraping by on Earth, and if he were to recklessly peer into higher dimensions, it would only mean that he didn't want to die sooner.

So if we're talking about training his prophetic abilities, then that's out of the question, but perhaps...

I can sell a few prophecies to Dumbledore.

Tiera thought to herself.

“You are the last prophet born in two millennia,” Dumbledore said. “There has always been a prophecy that every two millennia is a cycle, and the last prophet of two millennia will gain power far exceeding that of the first prophet and will accomplish great things that no one can match.”

Tierra: ...

Does it count as leading two of the three pillar gods to visit one's beautiful hometown, Earth Village?
They have made outstanding contributions to the development of tourism in our village.

You have to understand that the situation was extremely dangerous at the time.

If Tiera were to lose her composure, the entire global village would be doomed.

In a sense, Tierra saved the world a second time.

That is indeed something no one can surpass.

"Think about it, Tyrell, think about it," Dumbledore said again when Tyrell remained silent. "Think about what a great gift you have. Time will lose its meaning before you, all knowledge will be at your fingertips, and truth and falsehood, death and life will be but playthings in your hands."

Tierra: ...

Oh, really? I don't believe it. (Lu Yu's face)
You keep making things up.

“So embrace your gifts, Tyella,” Dumbledore said again. “Don’t be afraid, Tyella. There’s nothing to be afraid of. Come, let me teach you, let me teach you how to use your gifts, how to control your future.”

"It's just Voldemort, what's so scary about him?" Dumbledore said powerfully. "We'll face him together, we'll crush him together!"

“No,” Tierra said, standing up.

"What?" Dumbledore was taken aback; clearly, he had never expected his persuasion to fail.

“Those futures, those futures I see,” Tiera suddenly burst into tears. “So bitter, so tiring, I don’t want to bear it.”

“I have no ambition,” Tierra said, tears streaming down her face. “I never wanted this power, and I never wanted to take on that responsibility.”

After saying that, Tyrell ran out of Dumbledore's office crying.

"Sigh..." Dumbledore also stood up, sighed, and rubbed his temples wearily.

Then, with a cold expression, he watched Tiera depart into the distance—

“Yes, go escape! Go!” Dumbledore’s deep voice rang in Tyella’s ears—

"But do you think you can escape?"

"You can escape my office, but can you escape your fate?"

I recommend a promising new fantasy novel, "The Immortal Sovereign" by Bai Lu Ye Mao. The concept seems very fresh and original.

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(End of this chapter)