Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 476 Soul Trade
That midnight, after everyone had fallen asleep, a short, fat, and ugly figure quietly slipped out of the Defense Against the Dark Arts office on the second floor. After looking around to make sure no one was there, he quickly slipped into the abandoned girls' restroom on the same floor.

"Tiera, Tiera, Tiera, Tiera, Tiera!" Umbridge pulled out the Resurrection Stone, letting it float in her palm, and greedily chanted as she twirled it—

One lap—

Two laps —

Three laps —

Before Umbridge, a phantom figure gradually appeared—

She was a disheveled woman, clearly very old and not doing well. She bore a five or six-point resemblance to Umbridge in her features, but was far thinner and much older! She wore a worn-out, ill-fitting thick sweater, her left eye drooping, and her gray hair was messy and dirty, with coarse strands of sweat and dust clinging to her forehead—

Alan Clannell, Dolores Umbridge's Muggle mother.

Dolores Umbridge's father, Alford Umbridge, was an unambitious man who worked in the Ministry of Magic's Department of Magical Maintenance and Repair and never received a promotion, while her mother—

Alan Clannell was frivolous, slovenly, and a Muggle.

Her husband and daughter blamed Alan for not being able to give their son wizarding abilities.

As a result, when Dolores was fifteen, the family split into two parts:
Dolores and Alford lived together, while Alan and her son went into hiding in the Muggle world.

From that time on, Dolores never saw her mother and brother again, never spoke to them, and always pretended to be a pure-blood wizard in front of everyone she met.

More than a decade after leaving the wizarding world, Dolores Umbridge's mother died of typhoid fever.

Ellen Clannell wasn't particularly bright to begin with. After spending more than a decade in the conservative wizarding society and then returning to the Muggle world, she was like a lumberjack suddenly awakened from a dead end, only to find everything changed when she returned to her homeland.

Having been stuck in wizarding time for fifteen years, Alan Clannell, long accustomed to the conveniences of magic, was unable to reintegrate into Muggle society. He began to wallow in self-pity and act erratically, and ultimately—

He died from a cold.

This is normal. Logically, Umbridge has only interacted with me once, and for several hours I hypnotized her. Even if Umbridge keeps chanting my name, she can't summon me with the resurrection stone, after all—

"It wasn't you! It wasn't you!" Umbridge clearly recognized her mother and shouted sharply, "Where's Tierra? Tierra! Go and bring Tierra to me! Now!"

“Oh… my daughter, my precious daughter… you’ve grown up so much… you…” Alan Clannell began, looking at Umbridge with a pitying expression.

"Get out! You Muggle! I don't want to see you! Get out of my way!" Umbridge interrupted rudely. "Tiera! Go and get that Mudblood brat here!"

"I have the Resurrection Stone!" Umbridge said, raising her short, stubby hand. "I have the Resurrection Stone! You must obey me, I command you! Go and summon Tiera!"

“Dolores…” Alan Clannell said with pity, “How long has it been since my daughter and I last saw each other? Ten years? Twenty years? Thirty years? Or forty years? Look at you, you’ve grown from a vibrant young girl into an old woman like me. Come, sit down, find a place to sit, just like we used to, let’s chat for a while.”

"Get out!" Umbridge gritted her teeth and said to her mother, her venomous gaze causing even Tiera to turn away.

“You are not my mother!” Umbridge said viciously. “I have never had a Muggle mother! Never! You are not my mother, you are not! You filthy Muggle!”

“Oh… Dolores… my little girl…” Alan Clannell sobbed sadly, as if Umbridge’s words had completely broken her heart as a mother.

"Shut up! Shut up, shut up, shut up!" Umbridge roared in exasperation. "Crunch in the Heart!" Umbridge brandished her short wand, and a red spell shot towards Alan Clannell's phantom, but in the end—

It merely pierced through her, striking the floor of the abandoned washroom and raising a cloud of dust throughout the room.

"Tsk tsk tsk tsk..."

A discordant sound suddenly broke the silence of the empty bathroom.

Upon hearing this voice, Alan Clannell's face suddenly contorted in a ferocious expression, and then her phantom-like figure gradually disappeared.

Umbridge quickly looked toward the source of the sound—

In the huge mirror of the girls' restroom, besides her own somewhat dazed reflection, there was also the image of a young man dressed in a magnificent red robe—

It really was Tiera, who should have died.

"Tiera!" Umbridge exclaimed in delight, "Marieta was right, she really could summon you!"

"Tiera, I command you, tell me how to enter this secret chamber!" Umbridge commanded curtly.

“No.” Tiera smiled gently, then shook her head.

“You wish,” Tierra added again.

"Then you can continue to die!" Umbridge clapped his hands, stopping the resurrection stone that was spinning in the center of his palm—

"I hope you'll change your mind next time I summon you!" Umbridge said viciously, but—

"Oh, hehe..." Tiera in the mirror pursed her lips helplessly, then stretched out her hand to examine her nails. After observing them for a while, she turned her gaze back to Umbridge. "That's it? That's it? That's it?"

"Is that all your threat is?" Tiera gave Umbridge a malicious smile. "Marieta only told you that the Resurrection Stone can indeed summon me, but she didn't tell you what I am, did she?"

“I knew it.” Seeing Umbridge’s confused expression, Tiera said, pretending to suddenly realize something.

“Let’s get straight to the point,” Tiera smiled. “I am a demon, and you need to pay a demon to do your bidding.”

"It requires sacrificing one's soul..."

"You want me to hand over my soul?" Umbridge roared, her eyebrows furrowed, her voice filled with bluster but her heart was filled with fear.

“No, I don’t want your soul, it’s disgusting,” Tiera said, gagging as if she were nauseous. “I want three souls.”

“I want the souls of three extremely greedy and powerful individuals in the Ministry of Magic.”

“These three souls will die from disease, fighting, and starvation respectively.”

(End of this chapter)