Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 396 Appointment Letter
"How did it go?" Dumbledore, who had been waiting anxiously outside the fortress since Tyella emerged from Nurmengard, asked with a mixture of worry and tension.

"Is he doing well?" Dumbledore asked hesitantly.

“Very well,” Tierra said indifferently. “He’s doing very well.”

"What did he say to you?" Dumbledore asked again.

“He thinks my current plan is a bit too hasty,” Tierra said after a moment’s thought, carefully choosing her words. “He believes I should first help you eliminate the outlaws within the wizarding world before proceeding with the mass migration.”

"So what do you mean?" Dumbledore asked.

“I agree with his idea.” Tierra shook her head helplessly and said, “I agree to stay and deal with Voldemort first.”

“Very good,” Dumbledore said with a smile. “Did Gellert have anything else to say?”

“He said…” Tyrell looked up at Dumbledore, and Dumbledore looked back at Tyrell—

“He also said,” Tiera sighed, paused, and then continued, “that he was willing to hand over his name, his remnants, and his image to me, and that he hoped I could establish a completely new, fair, just, classless, and discrimination-free magical world according to my wishes.”

“A very good ideal, a great goal,” Dumbledore exclaimed, then asked expectantly, “Is there anything else?”

"Sigh," Tiera said helplessly, "He said he still loves you, that love has never changed, that love will last until death. But I'm sorry, he can't see you anymore. He's gone too far down this path, he's fallen too deep. He no longer has human form. If he were to meet you, it would bring immeasurable harm to you and the whole world."

Dumbledore nodded silently, said nothing more, and teleported back to the headmaster's office at Hogwarts.

Tyella followed suit, jumping directly back to Hogwarts through the divine dimension.

Upon returning to Hogwarts, Tyrell suddenly paused—

"What's the matter?" asked Dumbledore.

“Oh no, it’s nothing.” Tierra slapped her forehead. “I just forgot one thing. Lady Rosie, Igor Kakarov, and that Hathaway Romanov seem to still be trapped in the Forbidden Forest.”

"What? Didn't you say you'd disappear in a few days?" Dumbledore asked in surprise.

"That's because the Infinite Lock I built after I successfully left would automatically collapse without the support of my power," Tiera said, scratching her head helplessly. "But I didn't manage to leave, so the dimensional power has been continuously supplying the Infinite Lock. And these past few days I've been busy investigating why I can't leave, so I haven't been paying attention to them."

“But never mind, they seem alright,” Tierra said, then smiled. “They can hold on.”

Meanwhile, deep within the forbidden forest.

Hathaway Romanoff leaned against a thick tree trunk, slightly out of breath. Her snow-white hair was noticeably disheveled, but her clothes were relatively clean and not very dusty. However, her face was pale, as if she had just recovered from a serious illness.

As for the other two—Lady Rosie and Igor Kakarov—

By this time, they were emaciated like skeletons, their eyes dull, their skin sallow, and their gaze lifeless as they slumped under a giant tree not far from Hathaway Romanov. If it weren't for the slight rise and fall of their chests, anyone would have thought they were just two desiccated corpses who had starved to death.

Both Mrs. Rosie and Igor Kakalov were in deep despair, and even Hathaway Romanov had recently stopped her attack and was lying under a tree with a look of despair on her face.

They had forgotten how long they had been trapped in this forbidden forest—perhaps a week, perhaps a month, perhaps a whole year. Time seemed meaningless here; the sky above them was always the same night as when they entered, and the bright, solitary moon hung unchangingly above them, like a high and mighty god, seemingly mocking their overestimation of their abilities.

This is the Forbidden Forest, lush with vegetation. Thanks to magic, Hathaway, Lady Rosie, and Igor Kakarov won't starve or die of thirst. But the despair of being imprisoned with no hope of escape is enough to crush them.

Mrs. Rosie was alright; after all, she had seen a lot of things with Grindelwald. Although she was in despair, she still retained a little bit of rationality and leaned silently against the tree trunk.

"...What are you going to do with them?" Dumbledore asked.

"You mean them?" Tierra scoffed. "I wonder what your plans are?"

Dumbledore: ...

Seeing how confident you looked, I thought you had some great ideas.

“There’s nothing we can do, no one can predict the future. I left them behind…” Tiera trailed off, unable to finish her sentence.

Tiera suddenly remembered that she seemed to have the ability to foresee the future.

"Hehe..." Dumbledore smiled and waved his hand. A pot of hot tea gradually appeared in mid-air, and Dumbledore poured a cup for himself and Tyrell each.

“Sigh…I was thinking of leaving you one or a few henchmen,” Tiera said, “but I never imagined I wouldn’t be able to leave…”

"So you've decided to stay?" Dumbledore asked. "I need a definite answer from you."

“I’m sure,” Tierra said. He was determined to stay here, whether voluntarily or involuntarily, and he had no other choice but to stay for quite some time.

Tierra asked Grindelwald what he meant by assimilation and influence, but—

As Tiera uttered this question, everything around them suddenly darkened, and that feeling of being neither light nor darkness returned—

“Little fox…hehehehe…” Grindelwald suddenly let out a strange laugh, his voice becoming hoarse and deep, with a hint of flippancy and mockery in his tone—

"Little fox, little fox... I've already explained it so much... Do you want me to break it apart and stuff it into your mouth, huh?"

"Grindelwald" said, "You figure out the rest yourself..."

—Then Tiera fled in panic.

Not daring to linger for even a moment longer.

"Good, very good." Dumbledore smiled and rubbed his hands together, took an envelope from the drawer, and lightly swiped it over. "Of course I would prefer that such an excellent student as you stay here."

Tiye opened the envelope—

"If possible, I would like you to stay and become the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts," Dumbledore said as he poured himself another cup of tea.

Tierra: ...

Tierra looked at the letter of appointment in her hand with a hint of helplessness—

Low emotional intelligence: I want to see if you really won't die after you become a god.

High emotional intelligence: Have you ever considered becoming the Defense Against the Dark Arts professor at Hogwarts?

Thank you

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