Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 393 Embryo
Tiera stared solemnly at the opposite side, at the young Grindelwald, high above in the divine dimension, sitting on the Iron Throne, and at the elderly Grindelwald, huddled in a corner of a hard bed in the dilapidated cell, shivering from the cold.

“Don’t be so nervous, Experiment 147967,” Grindelwald, from both the divine dimension and the three-dimensional world, said simultaneously. “You can send your true form here instead of having a living, conceptual Tyella face me.”

“No, I’m very comfortable this way,” said Tyella in Hogwarts and the conceptualized Tyella in Nurmengard at the same time.

"Hehe." Grindelwald shook his head and chuckled.

"Why can't I leave this universe? Why do you call me Experiment 147967? What does Experiment Zero mean? What do you know?" Tiera asked anxiously.

“Hehe.” Grindelwald chuckled again, then looked calmly at Tiera. “Rest assured, since I invited you here, I have no intention of hiding anything from you. You can find the answers to everything you want to know here.”

Tierra nodded, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, waiting for Grindelwald to continue.

“But before answering your questions, I want to ask you a question in return,” Grindelwald said. “What do you think this world is like?”

"Or to put it another way," Grindelwald continued with a smile after seeing Tiera pause for a moment, "why do you think you transmigrated? Why do you think you came to a world that is exactly, exactly, the same world you read in the novels?"

Upon hearing Grindelwald's question, Tiera froze on the spot. This was the first time since he transmigrated that he felt somewhat at a loss—

Yes, why? Why did I time travel? And why did I end up in the world of Harry Potter?
"Why?" Tiera looked up and asked dryly.

“This is a crazy and chaotic universe,” Grindelwald said. “A crazy, chaotic, and infinite universe, and we are so small. Every hour, every minute, every second, countless universes are born and die like bubbles on the beach. Most of us are just bacteria and microorganisms inside the bubbles. We know nothing about the vast and boundless deep sea.”

“You should be familiar with the monkey-typewriter theorem, right?” Grindelwald continued. “The monkey-typewriter theorem is one of the best ways to describe the nature of infinity. Our human brains are too limited to imagine infinite space and infinite time. The monkey-typewriter theorem can help us understand the breadth these concepts can reach. If countless monkeys randomly type on countless typewriters for an infinite amount of time, then at some point they will inevitably type out all of Shakespeare’s works. Of course, they will also be able to type out all seven books of Harry Potter. You think so, right?”

Tiera nodded stiffly.

Grindelwald chuckled and countered, "You think you were able to travel to this world, and you think the reason this world is exactly the same as the books you've read is because one of countless monkeys in countless universes just happened to write 'Harry Potter' at the perfect time, right?"

Tiera nodded again.

"Pfft—" Grindelwald chuckled. "Don't forget, the biggest foundation of the monkey-typewriter theorem is variables; only a sufficient number of variables can generate a sufficient number of possibilities—"

"Don't you feel that everything around you is abnormal?"

"Don't you think all of this is just too obvious?"

“You are highly educated, and you have now acquired the divinity of chaos—”

"You should know about the butterfly effect. In a dynamic system, any tiny change in initial conditions can lead to a huge, long-term chain reaction throughout the system. The development of anything involves both 'constants' and 'variables.' While the trajectory of development is predictable, there are also unpredictable 'variables' that can often have the opposite effect. The fact that a tiny change can influence the development of things proves that the development of things is complex."

“So now you should be able to sense the abnormality in all of this, right?” Grindelwald continued. “Don’t you think the world is too peaceful?”

"How long have you been in this world, little butterfly?" Grindelwald asked. "You've been flapping your wings non-stop since the beginning, and you even dropped two nuclear bombs when you were in your second year. And what was the result?"

"Look how much you've changed! Even if you, this big moth, have stirred up two hurricanes, why? Why does everything ultimately lead to the same end?" Grindelwald said. "This world continues to operate according to its predetermined trajectory. Why is that?"

"Why?" Tierra asked dryly—even though he already knew the answer in his heart, even though that answer was so absurd, terrifying, and unbelievable—

So Tierra still wanted to hear Grindelwald say it; he still wanted to hear it from Grindelwald's own lips.

“Hehehehe…” Grindelwald suddenly burst into maniacal laughter, seemingly pleased to see Tiera’s tense and panicked expression. “Because this is a created universe! Everything in this universe, everything that makes up this universe, is ‘fixed’! Only you! Only you! Only you are the only ‘variable’!”

boom----!
Tierra felt a surge of suppressed absurdity and terror explode within him, and countless details he had previously ignored or deliberately avoided thinking about flooded his mind.

Tierra understood, Tierra understood everything—

It was as if the broken pieces had been pieced together—

“Then who am I? Who am I?” Tiera asked again.

“Hehe. Like I said, you are Experiment 147967,” Grindelwald replied. “You are the 147967th experiment, or to put it in a way you can understand, you are the 147967th transmigrator.”

“You are the 147967th ‘seed’ to be inoculated into the Harry Potter culture medium,” Grindelwald said.

"Who is the experimenter?" Tierra asked.

"Are you sure you need to know?" Grindelwald raised an eyebrow. "Or to put it another way... look at your divine dimension, are you sure you don't know?"

Tiera nodded, no longer speaking or daring to think further; everything was clear to her.

“What is His purpose?” Tiera asked. “Since you say this is an experiment, then there must be a purpose, right?”

“Simply put, from a perspective we humans can understand, He wants to cultivate an Outer God. Or in other words, He wants to cultivate an Outer God born outside of the blind and foolish gods,” Grindelwald said, then laughed strangely again.

“He succeeded. He’s almost succeeded,” Grindelwald said with a smile, glancing at Tiera as he did so.

"So you understand now? So you understand why you can't go home? So you understand why you can't leave this universe? This specially created world... this is the cage you've incubated."

"You think you've merely embarked on the path to godhood?" Grindelwald laughed, his expression growing increasingly twisted and ferocious. "You think you've merely become a four-dimensional divine being? No, no, no!"

“You are already an embryo! Hehehehehehehehe,” Grindelwald continued with his grotesque laughter. “You are already an Outer God embryo. You and this world have become one. You have become an Outer God embryo. Hehe ...

Infinitely high, infinitely far, beyond the eternal dimension—

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