Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 431 What is meant by a global community of shared future for intelligent life?
Tierra believed that her lesson was quite successful.

He spent about two hours explaining to the young wizards and equally inquisitive teachers what exploitation, the means of production, the mode of production, the theory of surplus value, value increment, and capitalism are—

Of course, Tierra wouldn't just read the lectures dryly. He would also use real historical events such as the slave trade and the London smog to vividly construct an image of the evils of capitalism in the minds of the young wizards.

Thanks to Thiella's three previous attempts at postgraduate entrance exam political science tutoring, she spoke fluently about capitalism and the Paris Commune, and everyone—

To be precise, everyone except Dolores Umbridge was completely absorbed, utterly captivated by Dumbledore's recounting of the bloody history of capitalism.

Even Draco Malfoy of Slytherin showed disgust when Tyella spoke of the slave trade.

Although Draco Malfoy constantly refers to himself as a Mudblood, he's actually just a fifteen-year-old kid. It's only due to the influence of his family traditions that his values ​​are somewhat...

"These Muggles are disgusting, and so are those Mudbloods!"

During an unintentional eye contact, Tiera saw what Draco Malfoy was thinking.

Tierra: ...

"When I get home, I must make my father find a way to get these Mudbloods out of Hogwarts. I don't want to have anything to do with the offspring of these filthy slave owners."

After another eye contact, Tierra read Draco Malfoy's innermost thoughts.

Tierra: ...

What Lao Tzu was really talking about was all for nothing!

Don't you ever think about the situation of your Malfoy family?
Every single thing I just mentioned, which one hasn't your Malfoy family done?

Fortunately, one bad apple spoils the whole bunch. Apart from a few unrepentant bad apples in Slytherin House, the other students, whether from wizarding families or Muggle-born wizards, with very few exceptions, fell into deep self-doubt.

Among them were quite a few young Slytherin wizards.

Astoria Greengrass, who danced with Tierra at the fourth-grade Christmas ball, was one of them.

When discussing the slave trade, Tiera, through a brief exchange of glances, saw Astoria and almost immediately thought of the house-elves who served in her own household.

“Professor!” But after Tyrell finished explaining the section on the slave trade, Hermione suddenly raised her hand.

“Please speak, Miss Granger,” Tierra said with a smile, as if she already knew what Hermione was going to ask.

"Is the enslavement of house-elves by us wizards also the same oppression and exploitation as the slave trade?" Hermione asked calmly, her eyes sharp.

Hermione's question was like a depth charge, even though there were many young wizards—

The Slytherin wizards mainly booed and mocked Hermione, but most of the other wizards remained silent, deep in thought.

Clearly, most of the young wizards thought of the house-elves who usually served them.

That's how these little wizards are—

While they were reluctant to part with the service of the house-elves, at the same time, under Tiera's tutelage, they were also conflicted about the legitimacy of enjoying these services.

"No!" Before Tyella could answer Hermione, a young Slytherin wizard suddenly stood up and retorted:
"House-elves are completely different from Black people! Black people are at least human, but house-elves aren't even human!"

“House-elves are intelligent too, and—” Hermione hurriedly tried to explain, but Tyella waved her hand to stop her.

“Alright, Hermione, let me do it,” Tyella said.

“So… Mr. Candra,” Tierra said, “you mean house-elves are not wizards, and are fundamentally different from wizards and Muggles, right?”

“Yes,” Baricandra, the sixth-year Slytherin student, stood up and answered. “Very well, then Mr. Baricandra, let me ask you one more question,” Tyella said, “How do you distinguish between your own kind and those of different kinds?”

“Um…I…I, I…” Baricandra said thoughtfully.

"Hehe..." Tiera chuckled and stepped down from the podium.

"Is it appearance?" Tiera asked, walking up to Balicandra. "Is it physical appearance?"

"Because house-elves have big eyes, bat-like ears, and skinny bodies?" Tierra asked, patting Balikandra's shoulder with one hand, bending slightly, and pointing with the other to Dean Thomas sitting in the Gryffindor seat—

“And what about him?” Tiera asked with a smile. “He’s all black, unlike you who’s fair-skinned. He has a flat nose and thick lips, unlike you who has a high nose and thin lips. He has short, curly black hair, unlike your smooth, blond hair.”

"So you want to enslave him too? So you want him to make you breakfast and make your bed?" Tiera asked with a smile.

"No! I, I, I, I..." Balikandra tensed up instantly.

“This is a crazy and chaotic world.” Tiera straightened up, looking down at Balicandra and all the wizards sitting in the banquet hall.

“Hogwarts teaches too superficially,” Tierra said. “So superficial that almost no one gets a glimpse of the reality of this world.”

“In this vast universe, there are many planets besides Earth,” Tiera said. “Wizard, even if there are 5.7 billion humans, they are just a grain of sand in the desert of the entire universe.”

"In the starry sky above us, there are intelligent races whose power and population far surpass ours."

“We are as powerless against them as children against giants,” Tiera said. “Should we kill them all or enslave them when we encounter them?”

“Or rather…” Tiera smiled, “if they encounter us, would you prefer us to become house-elves?”

“Of course, those great races haven’t turned their attention to us yet,” Tiera said with a smile. “Once they do, will they see us wizards as any different from Muggles, house-elves, centaurs, mermaids, and other magical creatures?”

"Do you think we'll have a choice then?" Tiera laughed sarcastically. "Do you think they'll join us in enslaving Muggles, house-elves, centaurs, and mermaids?"

"Or will they join forces with merfolk, centaurs, house-elves, and Muggles, enslaving us wizards along the way?" Tiera said. "Then, whether we like it or not, what difference will there be between us wizards and other races? We'll all just be slaves, won't we?"

"Or let's not go too far afield, let's look at the present," Tierra said with a smile. "In Voldemort's eyes, are there any differences between wizards (excluding Death Eaters), Muggles, house-elves, centaurs, and merfolk?"

“So what does it mean to be a community of shared future for intelligent beings?” Tierra said. “Whether we like it or not, we will all end up the same way…we are all the same.”

“Back to Hermione’s question,” Tierra said. “Yes, we are enslaving them, we are exploiting them, and we must face this fact, and we must also face our history.”

“We have exploited them too much, too cruelly, for centuries,” Tierra said. “Yes, it was our mistake.”

“That is also my wish.” He suddenly adopted a loving expression and said, “I am old, too old, too old to die, and I no longer have the energy to carry out such reforms and revolutions.”

“Now I pass this flame on to you.” Tierra’s smile grew even more benevolent. “Let the glory of our wizards endure forever.”

"The glory of mankind will live on forever."

"The glory of intelligent life shall live on forever!"

For a fleeting moment—

Tiera sensed countless changes taking place.

This is the first update; the second update might be a little later.

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(End of this chapter)