Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 461 The Golden Book Conference
The sudden disappearance of Harry, Ron, Ginny, and the Weasley twins alerted Umbridge—

But so what if she's wary? It's not like she's going to barge into Dumbledore's office and interrogate him.

Christmas arrived as scheduled for the fifth year. As in previous years, after the Christmas dinner on December 23, most of the Hogwarts students who had homes to return to went home.

What surprised Tiera the most was that even someone like Umbridge, who didn't have a mother, wanted to go home for Christmas.

Aside from Umbridge, who has no mother, returning home for Christmas, this year's Christmas was nothing new, and even had a bit more of the "old feeling" of previous years.

Dumbledore's old friends arrived at Hogwarts one after another before the Christmas Eve dinner on December 24th. Besides Nicolas Flamel, who was over 600 years old and nearly 700 years old, there was also Nicolas Flamel's wife, Ms. Wu Peirong, who had just celebrated her 666th birthday. She was a tall, thin lady dressed conservatively and elegantly, and so old that no racial features could be seen.

Tierra, Dumbledore, and Slytherin received them in the Headmaster's office, which had long been transformed into a small banquet hall by the magic of Dumbledore, Slytherin, and Tierra.

The space that used to hold all sorts of strange instruments has been cleared out and replaced with a round table laden with various tea snacks.

Dumbledore and most of his friends were old and frail, with very small appetites, so some tea and snacks were enough to fill their stomachs. As for Tyrell—

He didn't need to eat anything, so Dumbledore didn't prepare anything for him.

"Hello, Tierra." Ms. Wu Peirong had a warm heart that was completely different from her style of dress. As soon as she entered the principal's office, she greeted Tierra first and shook his hand vigorously.

"I've heard about you from Lemaître before." Ms. Wu Peirong greeted Thiera warmly, her tone seemingly carrying a hint of joy at meeting an old friend in a foreign land. "Congratulations on becoming a true god in the fourth dimension. This is a feat that no wizard or alchemist has achieved in all these years. I also thank you for generously sharing your record of becoming a god with us."

"It was nothing," Tiera said modestly.

That's the truth; these notes were completely useless to Tiera.

Although the general idea of ​​the ascension ritual is the same, the more intricate rituals, incantations, and procedures involved cannot be completely copied. Tiera's notes can only serve as a reference at best; ultimately, they still need to complete the subsequent rituals themselves.

Even if Tiera's notes contained a complete record of her ascension to godhood, it would only be icing on the cake.

That's why Tierra simply tossed that notebook to Dumbledore as a favor.

Following Wu Peirong was Ms. Maka Far Monkasa, the 103-year-old current president of the African Witch Tribes Federation, who also expressed her gratitude to Tierra.

Then there is another Native American shaman from North America who has been transformed into a demon and lived for over two hundred years. His name means "Great Thunderbird that conquers the sun" in the Native American language.

Chief Thunderbird was a young white man dressed in traditional Native American clothing.

Clearly, this is not his first body. After becoming a demon in his third year, Tiera successfully underwent the ascension ceremony in his fourth year, so he hasn't had the time, and probably won't have many opportunities, to use the demon's ability to replace bodies.

Upon seeing that Tierra was of Asian descent, Chief Thunderbird's previously furrowed brows seemed to relax slightly. He politely extended his hand to shake Tierra's hand and then praised her as "a young prodigy."

“That’s great. I’m glad to see that not many familiar faces have disappeared since our last gathering. That’s something to celebrate.” Dumbledore greeted Chief Thunderbird briefly, clapped his hands, and then gestured for everyone to sit down.

“Well then!” Dumbledore raised his teacup. “Welcome everyone.”

The others also raised their glasses.

"Secondly, congratulations to our fourth-year Hogwarts dropout, Tyella, for becoming the third wizard in recorded magical history to achieve godhood." Dumbledore sipped his teacup again.

"Congratulations--"

Congratulations! Congratulations!

"Congratulations."

"You are our pride."

The other elderly people also raised their teacups in congratulations.

"Tierra has become a four-dimensional divine being," Dumbledore said with a smile after taking a sip of tea. "Both her strength and lifespan potential are sufficient for her to join our Golden Book Council. I hereby recommend Tierra and our founder of Hogwarts, Salazar Slytherin, to join the Golden Book Council. How many people object? Please raise your objections now and state your reasons."

Clearly, no one spoke after Dumbledore finished speaking.

“Very good.” After about a minute, Dumbledore nodded. “Then I formally propose inviting Tyella and Salazar Slytherin to join the Golden Book Council. How many people agree? Please raise your hands now—”

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, everyone except Tyella and Slytherin raised their hands.

“Very good.” Dumbledore smiled and raised his teacup for the third time. “Welcome Salazar Slytherin and Tyella Witch to the Golden Book Council.”

The others also raised their glasses.

"This conference is dedicated to exploring the truth of the universe together, and to developing practical spells for the magical world," Dumbledore said with a smile. "Of course, this is the original intention behind the establishment of our organization, but we will also occasionally support each other in special circumstances."

"Because the search for truth and the development of practical spells is a long process," Dumbledore explained, "so we are not accepting short-lived farmers for the time being."

"A short-lived species?" Tiera asked in confusion.

“Mr. Flamel and Ms. Wu Peirong possess the Philosopher's Stone, enough to keep them alive until they get tired of it,” Dumbledore explained with a chuckle. “Although you used up the original Philosopher's Stone, it’s fortunate that you produced a new one, otherwise we might be attending their funeral very soon.”

"As you can see, Chief Thunderbird transformed himself into a demon about 160 years ago, just like you," Dumbledore explained. "And Madam Maka-Fal-Monkasha is a master of flesh magic, and her 104th birthday will be in a few months. She has been of great help to me in your case, and with her skill in flesh magic, she can enjoy her youth and beauty for at least another 1,000 years."

Tiera glanced at Maka Far Monkasha unexpectedly, and Lady Monkasha returned the gaze—

Maka-far-Monkasa.

She looked like a very pure African, with skin as black as burnt chocolate. Even on Christmas in the dead of winter, she wore a long, fitted dress with her shoulders exposed, and her fluffy, curly hair was wrapped in a colorful old cloth embroidered with snake patterns.

“And Salazar Slytherin—” Dumbledore smiled again, “I don’t think I need to say anything more about him; you know more about his situation than anyone else in this business.”

"Excuse my bluntness, Headmaster Dumbledore," Tierra asked hesitantly, "but how did you become an immortal?"

"Me?" Dumbledore chuckled, stroking his beard. He didn't answer directly, but instead looked at Fawkes the Phoenix—

"Ah—" Fox raised his head and shouted proudly.

"This is how the phoenix species reproduces," Dumbledore said with a smile. "The Dumbledore family is the anchor of the phoenix Fawkes in this world."

"Wizards in the Dumbledore family have the opportunity to become new phoenixes after they die."

(End of this chapter)