Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 469 Advising someone to be magnanimous will be struck by lightning.

Fear gradually spread among the teachers and students of Hogwarts. Now, during their free time, only one topic circulates in the hallways of Hogwarts:

Ten Death Eaters on the run.

The news eventually seeped into the campus through a few newspaper readers. Rumors circulated that someone in Hogsmeade had recognized several escaped convicts, and that they were hiding in the Shrieking Shack and might break into Hogwarts like Sirius Black.

Children from magical families have heard of the Death Eaters since childhood; their names are almost as terrifying as Voldemort's, and the crimes they committed under Voldemort's reign of terror are widely known. Among the Hogwarts students are relatives of the victims, who find themselves unwillingly the center of attention in the corridors.

Susan Bornes, whose uncle, aunt, and cousins ​​all died at the hands of a fugitive, said painfully in Herbology class that she now deeply understood Harry's feelings.

“I don’t know how you can stand it, it’s horrible,” Susan Bernstein said bluntly, having added too much dragon manure to the biting vine seedlings, causing them to writhe and scream in discomfort.

These days, Harry was once again the subject of whispers and pointing fingers in the hallways, but he noticed a slight change in the tone of those gossiping. Curiosity, sympathy, and admiration had replaced hostility, and a couple of times he seemed to hear someone expressing dissatisfaction with the Daily Prophet's account of how the ten Death Eaters escaped Azkaban. In their confusion and fear, these skeptics seemed to have turned to the only remaining explanation—

That is, what Harry and Dumbledore have been saying since last year.

Harry had hoped the Azkaban escape would make Umbridge more restrained, that she would be ashamed of the blunder that had occurred right under her beloved Fudge's nose. But it turned out they had clearly overestimated Umbridge's limits; the incident seemed to only fuel her desire to control Hogwarts even more fiercely—

She issued another education decree.

Harry had lost count of which number it was; he only remembered that the content was—

Anyone who wants to earn extra credits is welcome to report to the Defence Against the Dark Arts office on the third floor of Hogwarts and speak with a Hogwarts Senior Investigator.

……

"Heh... this Umbridge has some tricks up his sleeve." Chieftain Thunderbirds chuckled as he looked at the educational decree hanging on the wall.

"There's nothing new under the sun," Tiera said dismissively, glancing at him. "It's nothing more than inciting the masses to fight each other. Wasn't your tribe defeated by the Onsa people in the same way back then?"

Chief Thunderbird's face instantly darkened.

“However…” Tierra then pointed to another educational decree hanging on the wall, “there’s really nothing new under the sun.”

Education Order No. 26

Teachers and students are prohibited from discussing topics unrelated to the course in public places; violators will be dealt with strictly by the Hogwarts senior investigators.

"Remember that joke I told you?" Tiera retracted her hand and slowly walked towards the laboratory, preparing to start a new day of experiments with Chief Thunderbird.

Tiera, combining her modern experimental methods and ways of thinking, was conducting research on the ritual of becoming a god while also working with several other centenarians to gradually modify and simplify the existing potions and alchemy of the magical world.

"In the first phase, we declared nothing had happened. In the second phase, we declared something might have happened, but we shouldn't have taken any action. In the third phase, we declared we should have taken certain actions, but we couldn't do anything. In the fourth phase, we declared maybe we could have done something, but now it's all over," Chief Thunderbird said. "So classic, how could I forget?" "Onsar's Ministry of Magic is nothing special; it's been over half a year, and they're still stuck in the first phase," Chief Thunderbird sneered, then asked, "But really?"

"what?"

“Your prophecy,” Chief Thunderbird asked, “the prophecy of 2020.”

“Of course,” Tierra said with a smile. “I have shown you the whole story from an outsider’s perspective.”

“Even so… I still find it a bit… a bit surreal,” Chief Thunderbird said carefully, “It’s hard to imagine that such a powerful nation as America could be defeated by a plague.”

“No, my dear Thunderbird Chieftain,” Tiera shook her head with a smile. “America was defeated by itself, defeated by China.”

"The pandemic should have been a good medicine for the United States, used to clear out the redundant elderly population, while using vaccines to add a halo to its beacon of light, attracting more high-tech talents and young and middle-aged laborers to fill the gaps, and finally stockpiling vaccines to harvest the world again, injecting funds into the US stock market and consolidating the dollar's hegemony."

“It’s a pity they ran into China.” Tierra sighed with a smile. “Of course, from my perspective, I can’t understand why the US leadership underestimates China so much.”

“But it doesn’t matter.” Tierra shrugged. “The decline of America is inevitable, and capitalism will inevitably perish, just as the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation will surely be realized.”

“I’ve heard Dumbledore talk about your plans,” Chief Thunderbird said. “They’re grand and magnificent. To be honest, if I were in your position right now, I couldn’t do what you’re planning. I might build an Indian Empire instead of a Communities for all life on Earth.”

“The term ‘Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere’ sounds a bit odd, Chief Thunderbird,” Tiera said.

"Haha...yes, yes, I used a bit of the wrong words." Chief Thunderbird chuckled. "What I meant was, I can't be as magnanimous as you...I mean...I can't share my godhood notes, and I can't...and maybe I can't even be lenient with my enemies..."

Tiera paused, glanced at the Thunderbird Chieftain, and then chuckled softly.

"I wonder if Chief Thunderbird has ever heard of an old Chinese saying?" Tiera asked as they walked.

"what?"

“Advising someone to be magnanimous will bring down a thunderbolt,” Tierra said.

“I have neither the right nor the authority to ask you to forgive them.” Tierra shrugged. “Similarly, I have no right to say things like, ‘It was the Americans of the past who slaughtered your compatriots, and the Americans of today are innocent,’ or ‘If you plan to kill all the white people in America, then what’s the difference between you and those Onsa whites?’”

"So you know what I want to do? You know what I'll do after I become a god?" Chief Thunderbird couldn't help but get nervous. "This is completely different from your blueprint. Aren't you going to stop me? Or are you going to take me along to participate in your experiments exploring the ritual of becoming a god?"

“I remember saying on our first day of the experiment that the experiment to popularize the ritual of deification is purely academic. What I value is academic ability. Whether you are a Native American with deep hatred or a *** is irrelevant to me.”

"After all, it wasn't my parents' skin that was made into boots, nor my one-year-old daughter's skin that was peeled off and made into a lampshade, nor my sister's skin that was peeled off and made into a tapestry, nor my master's skull that was gilded and made into an ashtray." Tiera looked at Chief Thunderbird with a smile. "Since I wasn't the one who went through all these terrible things, what right do I have to advise you to be magnanimous? Or what reason do I have to stop you?"

(End of this chapter)