Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 391 A Pilgrimage to One's Inner Self

After reading the letter, Tiera was overcome with deep remorse.

Indeed, I am much less naive than those cunning old foxes who have lived for decades or even centuries.

Previously, Yela was able to outmaneuver Dumbledore and Nicholas Lemai largely because of the information asymmetry.

However, when Tyra encountered Gellert Grindelwald, who was also a prophet, this information gap was reduced to almost zero, and when he even overtook Tyra, she seemed somewhat helpless.

Then Tiera was completely helpless. After all, judging from the information revealed in Grindelwald's letter, Gellert Grindelwald knew not only the development of the entire Harry Potter storyline, but he might even be fully aware of his own identity as a transmigrator.

This gave Tiera a chill down her spine.

Even so, and no matter how unfathomable Gellert Grindelwald was, Tiera had no choice but to accept his invitation and go to Nurmengard Fortress.

Now that Tiera knows she cannot return to her homeland on her own, she must make a trip to Nurmengard to find out why she is truly going home.

"Professor Dumbledore, I still don't understand why we have to walk to Nurmengard." After walking for a while longer through the snow and ice, Tyella finally couldn't help but ask in confusion—

Even before Dumbledore had Apparated her to the foot of the mountain, Tyella had sensed a very peculiar magical power within the Alps—

This magical power wasn't particularly strong; at least in Tiera's eyes, who had already attained a divine dimension, it was something he could easily break.

But destruction is always easier than reconstruction.

The power of this magic is incredibly sophisticated. Tiera can identify 171 spells. These 171 spells are linked with 22 other spells that Tiera does not recognize, forming a unique and interconnected structure that together constitutes this massive magical fortress.

It's like a precisely functioning clock.

Tiera could easily destroy it, but it was utterly incapable of rebuilding it.

"That's why I said it." Dumbledore changed the subject as he walked. The snowflakes mixed with the howling wind turned his beard white, making his expression look solemn, full of longing and contradiction.

Like a contradictory pilgrim.

At that moment, Tiera suddenly had a sudden realization.

Tyrell thought that even now, even though Dumbledore was old and had experienced nearly a century of change, deep down he was still the boy from Godric's Hollow—

Deep within Dumbledore's inner prison, the boy still roars like a lion, wanting to stand shoulder to shoulder with Grindelwald and change the world together.

Perhaps in countless midnight dreams, Dumbledore and Grindelwald have already stood at the top of the world, having transformed the entire world according to their ideals.

For Dumbledore, this journey to Nurmengard was perhaps a pilgrimage.

Dumbledore's gradual approach to Grindelwald was like his gradual approach to his own past ideals and ambitions.

"That's why I said you're far inferior to him." Finally, Dumbledore and Tyrell stood before a blank expanse of snow.

But both Dumbledore and Tierra could clearly "see" the tall fortress hidden by magic before them.

The tall fortress was built on a not-too-large cliff, surrounded by snow and barren rocks.

The fortress of Nurmengard was even taller and more magnificent than I had imagined. Nurmengard was entirely black, with continuous walls enclosing the giant castle body. The central tower soared into the sky, creating a magnificent sight. Even though it looked dilapidated today, it still displayed the awe-inspiring grandeur of its past without missing a single detail.

"Of course, for a wizard your age, you have already achieved remarkable results, but in terms of the accumulation of pure magical knowledge, you are still far behind."

Tierra nodded, recognizing her shortcomings.

“But you have a long way to go. You have almost endless time, and you are exceptionally intelligent. I believe you will soon surpass us.” After saying this, Dumbledore patted Tyella on the shoulder.

“Alright, go ahead. Gellert should be waiting for you already.” “Aren’t you going in?” Tierra asked doubtfully, “It’s such a rare opportunity, we’re already here…”

“No,” Dumbledore said. “He believes that my meeting with him could put me in a very dangerous situation, so we’d better not meet. I’ll just wait here.”

Dumbledore smiled, paused, and then said, "I believe him."

“He may hide things from me, but he will never deceive me,” Dumbledore said. “There is complete trust between us.”

Tierra nodded, unsure how to react to this love story of the century.

Tiera remained silent for a moment, then ascended to the divine dimension, transcending the magical defenses outside the fortress.

……

Meanwhile, Privet Road.

Harry finally realized something was wrong—

It was freezing cold all around, and he couldn't help but shiver. Goosebumps rose on his arms, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Harry strained his eyes, staring blankly around, but he couldn't see anything.

That's impossible. They won't come here, they won't come to the Little Huijin district.

He pricked up his ears; he wanted to hear their voices before he could see them.

"I want to tell Daddy!" Dudley sobbed. "Where...where are you? What are you doing—"

"Can you shut up?" Harry said through gritted teeth. "I'm listening—"

But he stopped. He heard what he had always been afraid of: something else on the street besides the two of them, emitting long, hoarse, gurgling breaths.

"Watch out for Dementors!"

Almost immediately, Tyrell's prophecy flashed through Harry's mind—

After the last term ended, Harry got Tyrell's will from Viktor Krum. He kept the will under his pillow and would take it out and read it every night before going to sleep, as if Tyrell were still talking to him.

Harry could recite Tierra's will from memory long ago.

Harry reacted quickly, immediately drawing his wand and warily scanning his surroundings, but—

"Stop, stop! I, I'm going to beat you up, and I mean it!" His cousin Dudley, who thought Harry was behind it all, saw Harry draw his wand, and his muddled brain reacted in an instant—

"boom--!"

Dudley punched Harry in the head, knocking him off his feet and making him see stars. He fell heavily to the ground, his wand flying out of his hand.

“You idiot, Dudley!” Harry shouted, tears welling up in his eyes from the pain.

He struggled, using both hands and feet to grope blindly in the darkness.

At that moment, a terrifying, piercing scream came from mid-air, rushing straight towards the fleeing Dali.

Thank you

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(End of this chapter)