Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 380 Funeral
The wizards, who had just experienced a life-or-death separation, were quickly dragged out of bed.

Everyone gathered in the auditorium, and although it was late at night and everyone had just been dragged out of bed, not a single person was sleepy.

After such an event, even Nicholas Flamel and Mrs. Rosie, who had experienced two Dark Lord rebellions, were not sleepy, let alone others.

Everyone sat quietly in the auditorium, each with a cup of warm butter mead beside them.

In the very center of the Great Hall, next to the podium where Dumbledore had spoken, lay a coffin, inside which lay Tyrell peacefully.

The quirky boy is now surrounded by clusters of white roses.

Gilderoy Lockhart, Fleur Delacour, Viktor Krum, Xenophilius Slovgood, Harry, Ron, and Hermione sat in the front row.

Harry sat blankly between Ron and Hermione, staring ahead with an empty gaze.

Gilderoy Lockhart, however, had already taken off his sunglasses, his face calm... as he shed tears.

At this moment, Professor Dumbledore suddenly stood up from the faculty desk. The Great Hall, which was already much quieter than usual for a farewell banquet, was now completely silent.

"Another year has passed," Dumbledore said calmly, looking at everyone. "Another year has come to an end."

He paused, his gaze falling on the Gryffindor table.

Before Dumbledore stood up, the atmosphere at this table was the most oppressive, and the faces around it were the saddest and palest in the entire Great Hall.

“Tonight, I have much to say to all of you,” said Dumbledore, “but before that…”

Dumbledore paused mid-sentence, glancing at Viktor Krum, who was sitting in the front row.

Viktor Krum nodded, stood up, took a letter from his pocket, and walked toward Dumbledore's podium.

Dumbledore stepped back to the left, allowing Viktor Krum to stand on it, while he himself stood beside Tyella's coffin.

“This letter was given to me by Tiera at the dinner before the match,” Viktor Krum said sadly. “He asked me to open it and read it aloud at his funeral…”

Harry suddenly remembered Tyella, who had appeared at dinner somewhat differently than usual—

So he had foreseen his own death all along...?

Harry thought sadly.

With a heavy heart, Viktor Krum opened Tiera's envelope and read aloud:

“My compatriots, my brothers and sisters,” Viktor Krum read, “I am so glad you could come to my funeral. Have a pleasant evening.”

At the same time, a trembling portal appeared on the moon beyond Earth, and Tiera stepped out of it—

He was dressed in a bright papal robe, his left hand resting on a staff with a human head that was taller than a person, and his right sleeve was empty, as was the socket of his right eye.

A thick, star-studded book circled around Tierra.

As soon as Tiera stepped out of the portal, she was pulled onto the moon by the immense suction force between the vacuum and the air.

"Please don't be sad for me or cry for me, because I don't want to see the people I love shed tears." Inside the Great Hall of Hogwarts, Viktor Krum continued reading, "I want you to understand that death is just a process, and for me, it is a brand new beginning."

"I wish my body to be buried deep in the Forbidden Forest, at the end of the path that leads into it, where I have prepared my own grave. I wish Professor Dumbledore would personally plant a branch of the Whomping Willow on my grave. Of course, it would be wonderful if you could dance on my grave during your funeral procession."

Dumbledore, standing next to him, visibly twitched the muscles on his face.

Tiera, nearly exhausted, struggled to her feet on the moon. Before her stood a massive alchemical matrix.

The surface of the moon is a huge equilateral triangle and circle made up of trenches, with the triangle enclosed in the circle, and a pale silver liquid flowing inside the trenches.

Above the vast ravine, which is as large as a plaza, stand three bronze pillars of varying heights, the three tops of which form an equilateral triangle slanted into the air.

Finally, in another corner of the matrix, there is a golden equilateral triangle. The invisible centers of the three equilateral triangles together form an invisible triangle that is approximately equal to the x, y, and z coordinate axes—the complete version of the alchemical ritual that Tiera used to create the "parasite".

Tiera's "Successor" flew to the center of the golden triangle formed by the gold of the sky—representing the pure, formless, all-encompassing spiritual dimension, which is also the "wind" of the four elements of alchemy.

The "Mad Walker" flew to the center of the silver triangle composed of flowing silver—representing the spiritual dimension, the most creative and malleable source of power, and also "water" among the four elements.

The "parasite" detached from Tiera's body and flew to the center of the bronze triangle composed of pillars of copper—representing the material dimension of all foundations and pillars, and also the "earth" of the four elements.

Finally, after all three of Tiera's steps were in place, they formed an invisible "divine triangle" in mid-air. The naked Tiera was sucked into the air like a rag doll and fixed in the center of the "divine triangle".

The entire surface of the moon was barren. Apart from the ritual that Tiera was performing, there was only a small black hut that looked like a sealed container, not far from the Alchemy Matrix.

The moon was the location that Tiera ultimately chose to hold her ascension ceremony. It was neither too close to the mortal world and thus easily disturbed, nor too far away and thus disconnected from her anchors.

Because Tiera had never visited the moon before, he spent the last part of the semester calculating the moon's coordinates so that he could teleport directly to the moon using the "space" authority.

Viktor Krum, standing in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, cleared his throat and read aloud, "Since I am a prophet, how can this prophecy, which is being held here as a prophet's funeral, be complete without prophecy?"

Viktor Krum turned to the next sheet of paper and continued reading: "I will give nine accurate prophecies, which will be fulfilled in the order I give them."

"First, regarding Voldemort, yes, he has returned, and he is incredibly powerful. I was killed by him. If anyone has any questions, you can ask Mr. Nicolas Flamel for my prosthetic eye. The prosthetic eye Mr. Flamel made for me has a recording function; it recorded everything. Please believe in Harry, believe in him, and protect him. Yes, that's right, he is our savior. Only he can kill Voldemort, and only he alone. Unless Voldemort kills Harry with his own hands, this prophecy will not be broken."

"The second one is also about Harry. Harry, watch out for Dementors, learn to distinguish between reality and dreams, and beware of the Death Eaters escaping from prison."

Dumbledore stroked his beard, a thoughtful expression on his face.

Harry, who had been sitting blankly in the front row, suddenly felt a lump in his throat and tears welling up in his eyes for some reason.

"The third prophecy is about Hogwarts. At the start of next term, a pink old toad will appear at Hogwarts. She will send her cat spies to monitor every corner of Hogwarts. Be careful, everyone, be careful of the murals."

"Fourth, Professor Dumbledore will be temporarily expelled from the school next academic year, but rest assured, he will be back soon. Cornelius Fudge will step down within six months of Headmaster Dumbledore being expelled from Hogwarts."

"Fifth, Hagrid, every time you visit your brother, remember to watch out for anyone following you. If you're attacked—run to my grave. Hmm… the password… is 'Cinderella.' If you don't know what that means, you can ask Hermione, or Harry… Oh, and by the way, anyone else in trouble is welcome to come to my grave. Being buried alone underground is lonely, very desolate…"

"Ugh—" Upon hearing this, Hermione, who was sitting in the front row, and Fleur Delacour covered their mouths with their hands and burst into tears.

Most of the girls sitting in other parts of the auditorium also burst into tears.

They seemed to have forgotten how much Tiera had wronged them in the past, and all they could think about were the good things about Tiera.

"Sixth, our lovely Divination professor, Professor Trelawney, is a true prophet, but next semester she will be subjected to inhumane persecution by the Pink Toad. Please help her."

"Seven, Hermione, please prepare a potion of White Potion before the first Defense Against the Dark Arts class next term. Harry and many other students will need it."

"Eight, Ron and Hermione, congratulations in advance on your promotion to prefect."

"Nine, Draco Malfoy, you will receive an almost impossible task in your sixth year. Seriously, put aside your pathetic pride and ask the person you think is the least trustworthy for help. Believe me, if you ask for help, you will have a chance to live; if you don't, you will die a horrible death."

"Finally, here's my little bit of estate planning. Before the Triwizard Tournament started, Harry and I agreed that whoever lifted the trophy would receive a thousand Galleons. Now that thousand Galleons are no longer of any use to me, I hope Harry can invest them all in George and Fred Weasley's Weasley Joke Shop as an investment."

P.S.: Weasley is my king!

"In the very end, there is no need for sadness, but please remember me. For someone like me, to live a peaceful life in this dangerous and chaotic world, and then die a quiet and eternal death, is the greatest blessing I could receive."

The second part of the book's climax, which also reveals the biggest mystery, is presented here.

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