Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 401 Then I'll Leave

“Dumbledore!” Cornelius Fudge roared, “You are disturbing the peace!”

"What a load of rubbish about courtroom order!" Dumbledore, or rather, Tyrell, couldn't help but swear. "This matter should never have been brought to court in the first place. It should have been a one-on-one hearing between Mrs. Burns and Harry from the very beginning!"

“Then tell me, Cornelius Fudge! Tell me! Isn’t it just that you want to use your power to expel Harry Potter through political means? Isn’t it just that you want to cover up the truth about Voldemort’s return? Isn’t it just that you want to get rid of me?”

“He didn’t come back!” Cornelius Fudge said through gritted teeth, almost uttering each word clearly. “You’re spreading rumors! You’re committing treason!”

Connelly Fudge said, his tone blustering but his heart was filled with fear.

"I'm teaching you how to do things!" Tierra roared back, her eyes blazing with fury as she stared at Dumbledore's skin and hair.

Connelly Fudge was so startled that he nearly jumped off the judge's bench.

After Dumbledore roared this command, the entire city of Wizengamor fell silent.

Like a kind old man suddenly getting angry, none of the wizards in Wizengamo could figure out why the usually amiable Dumbledore would suddenly fly into a rage, nor could they fathom why the greatest white wizard in history would be so furious.

“You weren’t a bright student when you were in school,” Dumbledore, or rather Tyella, suddenly regained her composure and said firmly and aggressively, “and now you are hopelessly stupid.”

Cornelius Fudge seemed completely terrified, sitting somewhat dazed in the judge's seat.

"Ahem, excuse me—" A witch who looked like a giant toad coughed a few times in an affected, pretentious voice.

“Shut up, Dolores Umbridge!” Tiera roared. “In my class, students must raise their hands to ask questions!”

Umbridge was also startled.

"All of you here were once my students." Tyrell looked around and said in Dumbledore's tone, "Look at you all, look at yourselves, decades after graduation, you've all become respectable people, looking glamorous on the outside, but your insides are filthy."

“But I have to admit, I’m disappointed,” Tierra said.

This is the advantage of having a principal.

Dumbledore was over 110 years old, and after breaking up with Grindelwald, he became a teacher at Hogwarts almost immediately after graduating.

According to Tierra, apart from the chief mage who has a lifetime appointment, the retirement age for other mages in Wisengamo is seventy.

In other words, Dumbledore taught all the Wizengamo wizards present.

To put it bluntly, right now, standing in front of Tyrell disguised as Dumbledore—

You are all my juniors.

This is the advantage of having a principal.

“In the last hundred years, there have been three most talented wizards, and two of them became Dark Lords, which I had to defeat personally. Look at them, look at them, which of these two Dark Lords isn’t middle-aged, which isn’t a top magician, which isn’t my best friend, which isn’t my most talented student? They’re ruined, and my heart is breaking.”

Dumbledore looked heartbroken and stamped his feet in despair.

"The successive headmasters of Hogwarts entrusted Hogwarts to my hands, and I have made a mess of it. I am heartbroken and filled with remorse." "I have sinned against the nation, failed the ancestors of the wizarding world, and failed heaven and earth. I wish I could dismiss myself! And you, though you all sit in the seats of Wizengamot with such dignity, are you really so clean? I know that some of you are even more filthy and darker than these two Dark Lords!"

“I advise you all to lay your hearts and minds out in the open and clean them up! I’m becoming more and more aware that the real threat to the British Ministry of Magic isn’t outside, not in the Muggle world, but right here! Right here in the Ministry of Magic! Right here in Wizengamor, right among my students!”

Perhaps it was because Tiera's aura was too imposing, but none of the Wizengamo wizards present dared to interrupt.

"If we're a little rotten here, then Great Britain will be rotten in the middle! If you're all rotten, Muggles all over Britain will rise up, another witch hunt will begin, and we'll all die without a burial place! Think about it, think about it! Salem was burned at the stake just a few years ago, have you forgotten? Those executioners are still standing on the roof of the Vatican, watching you every day!"

“Sigh…” Tiera, his hair and beard bristling, changed to a slightly weary tone, “I haven’t slept for three days and three nights, and I keep thinking about what to say to everyone, but this has to end, and this is the only thing I can think of.”

"Easier said than done," Tyella said, waving her hand. A small booklet, about twenty pages thick, appeared before each Wizengamo wizard, filled with Tyella's initial ideas for Hogwarts' educational reforms.

In addition to the reforms to the Defense Against the Dark Arts and History of Magic classes that Tyrell had previously discussed with Dumbledore, the reforms to the Muggle Studies class were also included. The reasons for the differences between students born into Muggle families and students born into wizarding families were also explained, and based on this, it was suggested that a Hogwarts pre-school program be added so that young wizards could receive Muggle-style mathematics, literature, logic, and physical education from the age of six. Furthermore, Muggle courses such as introductory mathematics and physics, general physics, and basic chemistry were added to the Hogwarts curriculum after the fourth year.

"This book, 'The Hogwarts Educational Reform Law,' is something I dug out of my heart, something I dredged from a sea of ​​blood. Take a good look at it, and think about yourself!"

To Tierra's surprise—

Apart from Cornelius Fudge and Dolores Umbridge, the wizards of Wizengamo were actually watching seriously and even having lively discussions among themselves. Although most of the discussions were critical, Tyella could hear quite a few words of praise mixed in.

—In fact, Tyella never expected the wizards of Wizengamo to agree immediately when she brought this up. She was just trying to sow discord among them. She was determined to carry out the reforms no matter what. To be honest, these noobs wouldn't be able to stop her, let alone the original Dumbledore.

"No! Absolutely not! I disagree!" Cornelius Fudge exclaimed. "This is a violation of ancestral rules!"

Listen, listen, listen! What kind of British (or Qing Dynasty) speech is this? Great Britain has its own national conditions.
"I absolutely will not allow this bullshit reform of yours!" Connelly Fudge couldn't help but swear.

The discussions in Wissengamo have become increasingly heated.

"Heh." Tiera chuckled sarcastically. "Are you telling me how to do things? Do you think I'm asking for your permission?"

“You, and all of you, do you think I’m too old? Do you think I’m no longer the Dumbledore who defeated Grindelwald? Do you think I’m no longer the Dumbledore that Voldemort feared?” Tierra said, pointing at Cornelius Fudge’s nose.

"Don't say that name!" Cornelius Fudge said nervously. "The Mystic didn't come back! He's dead, completely dead! He was killed by Gilderoy Lockhart in his second year!"

“Heh!” Tierra said. “You know better than anyone whether Voldemort has returned or not. Self-deception won’t solve anything.”

“You seem to have misunderstood something,” Tyella said. “It is your British Ministry of Magic that needs me, Dumbledore, not me, Dumbledore, who needs your British Ministry of Magic!”

“If you don’t believe Voldemort is back, that’s fine,” Tyrell said. “Then I’ll leave. I’ll leave Hogwarts, I’ll leave England. I can go to Europe, I can go to America, I can even stay in China for the rest of my life! Until I die, then—”

"At worst, we'll give it a try and see if Voldemort comes back to life after I leave."

The wizards of Wizengamo, including Cornelius Fudge, instantly changed their expressions.

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(End of this chapter)