Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 390 GGAD Communication
Four weeks ago, at the end of the fourth year, Tiera finally fulfilled her long-cherished wish, ascended to godhood, became a four-dimensional being, and gained the divinity of "chaos".

Having attained divinity and settled her affairs, Tiera almost impatiently prepared to cross the boundaries of authority from the fourth dimension and head towards the "nothingness" beyond the universe, but—

He's back again.

To be precise... Tiera never actually left.

Tiera is trapped in this world.

Although through Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel's conversation, Tyella learned that Grindelwald had foreseen her actions, she couldn't rule out the possibility that Dumbledore and Nicholas Flamel, those two old foxes, were deliberately deceiving her.

So over the next few weeks, Tyella tried every method except directly summoning an Outer God to try and leave this universe, but ultimately—

All attempts ended in failure.

Knowing that she might not be able to escape on her own, Tyrell decided not to waste any more time and went directly to Dumbledore's office—

As if he had anticipated Tyrell's arrival, Dumbledore sat behind his desk with a smile, poured Tyrell a cup of tea, and before Tyrell could speak, he took a letter from his drawer and pushed it in front of her.

Tierra opens the letter—

The characters on the letter paper are upright and leaning, large and small, open and closed, with obvious variations in line thickness and rhythm. It is clear at a glance that this is the handwriting of someone who has received an extremely good aristocratic classical education. It is completely different from Tierra's dog-scratching handwriting, like heaven and earth.

"My dear Albus"
May all be well.

As soon as Tiera saw the beginning, she immediately smelled a sour, foul odor.

"Please forgive my ambiguous attitude in the past, neither admitting nor denying, that caused you misunderstanding. It was simply because the time wasn't right then, not yet time to clear up your misunderstanding. I couldn't interfere then. I know your boundless curiosity and thirst for knowledge, and I know your desire for the truth. But now—"

Please allow me to apologize again. My answer remains the same as it was fifty years ago: I'm sorry, I cannot tell you. I'm afraid I will never be able to tell you the truth I know, because the truth is so terrifying and despairing.

But I can swear to you with my wand pointed to my heart that I have never betrayed you, never betrayed our vow. I can assure you that the funny little boy you mentioned in your last letter, Tiera, is not my artificial life form; he is 'The Other.'

"Please don't ask me what 'The Other' means. This term is everything I can tell you. Although he seems like a complete troublemaker, liar, and scoundrel, he's incredibly generous. He won't cause you any real trouble and will want to leave soon. But luckily or unfortunately—"

"No matter where he wants to go, he can never go back."

"He can never go back."

Upon seeing this, Tyella's expression darkened slightly, but she continued reading—

"You can fully support his ascension ceremony, and you can believe in him, but don't believe him too much, at least not as much as you believe in me, hehe. You're good at judging people; he is indeed a little liar. You can believe his conclusions, but never believe his reasons. When he spends a lot of time explaining the reasons and the process to you, you can just ignore him."

Tiera:
"Although you haven't written to me since that two years ago, I know you must have already put his name in the Goblet of Fire to find out his origins and role, which is good."

"What you don't know is that he will use a series of unconventional magic in the Triwizard Tournament."

Tiera paused reading here, quickly flipping to the last page of the letter to find the date—

Grindelwald wrote this letter on "November 1, 1994," almost the day after Dumbledore threw his name into the Goblet of Fire.

In other words, from a numerological perspective, all of Tiera's subsequent actions were predetermined.

Tierra turned the letter back to the beginning and continued reading—

"The second event of the Triwizard Tournament, I believe, should be rescuing the hostages trapped in the Black Lake from the mermaids. I suggest you arrive at the competition venue a little later, about 20 or 30 minutes later is perfectly fine. I'm sure the little troublemaker Tiera will give you an unparalleled surprise."

"At the end of the second competition, you might encounter a little trouble, mainly from the referees of the other two participating schools. If they persist, you can propose the following improvement to appease them—"

"First, you can prohibit the use of large-scale destructive magic."

"Secondly, to ensure the strict enforcement of the previous rule, I suggest that you allow the four warriors to use only the magical items provided by the organizers, including wands and competition clothing. I know that Nicolas Lemaire sent an alchemist to watch the competition. You can squeeze him a little harder and have him make a set of wands and a monitoring crystal ball for the competition."

"Finally, after you announce the improved rules for the competition, please make sure that Alastomodi and Tiella have time and space to be alone together."

"After you've done all that, you can basically start to relax and enjoy your retirement. Have some tea, eat some desserts you like, and enjoy your retirement. Because from that moment on, from the moment Tierra stepped into the labyrinth, whether he likes it or not, it's his time, and he has to start dealing with everything."

“You’ve worked too hard, Albus. You’ve been busy for almost a hundred years since we parted. It’s time to take a break, to relax, and to let that little liar take the lead.”

"Your love,"

Gellert Grindelwald

1994.11.1 "

"By the way, to Tierra:

If you still have doubts, welcome to Nurmengard, the lofty and cold fortress that forever welcomes the visit of a new god. But you can save your gifts for now.

"Honestly, although you are intelligent, resourceful, and ruthless, you are still too green and naive at this stage. You are so naive that an old fox like me, who has no information gap, can see through you almost at a glance. You have a long way to go and you still have a lot to learn."

"Let me give you one last piece of advice. I know who you are, I know where you come from, I know what you know. With those things, you can look down on Voldemort, you can look down on Albus, but never look down on me. Do you think I'm trapped in Nurmengard? Do you think I'm rotting away in the snow? Do you think I can't see anything? Do you think I can't hear anything? Do you think I know nothing? Though I live in a nutshell, I am still the nameless king of the universe."

“I am still the Dark Lord, and I am still the only prophet before you.”

"Gellert Grindelwald, the Dark Lord."

"PS: Stay as far away from Dumbledore as possible."

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