Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 495 "Lucius" Offers Advice

Perhaps it was fear, perhaps it was anger, perhaps both—

"Avada Kedavra!"

Voldemort waved his wand, shooting out a beam of green light.

The green killing curse struck Tiera squarely in the face.

Tierra's large face rippled like liquid.

The green light of the Killing Curse entered Tiera's face, like a pebble falling into a lake, creating only a momentary ripple.

"Hehehehehe—" Tiera grinned and laughed wildly, like a mad clown, or an anglerfish watching its prey fall into its trap.

The towering Tyella, like a true demon, became ethereal and abstract, her mouth full of sharp teeth, twisting and mocking Voldemort—

"Too weak! Too weak! Too weak! Voldemort, your Killing Curse is too weak! So weak that I can't even take it seriously! Too weak!"

Tierra's laughter was sharp and piercing, like lightning or a sharp spike stabbing into Voldemort's mind.

Voldemort's eyes turned bloodshot as he unleashed spell after spell upon Tyella.

But Tiera didn't care at all.

One by one, those curses, some deadly, some malevolent, continued to rain down upon him—

After all, this Tiera is just a conceptual entity.

No matter how powerful Voldemort was, he was still just a mortal wizard. He had neither divine power nor the authority to "Annihilate". His attacks were like a baby patting its back to Tyrell.

About ten minutes later, the enormous Tyella suddenly roared—

"Hey! Voldemort! You old scoundrel!"

Just then, a fire suddenly broke out in the fireplace along one of the walls, and the bright green flames were reflected in the smooth floor.

A series of male and female wizards emerged from the hearth.

But after taking only a few steps, they all froze in place—

"You evil Dark Lord! Justice may be delayed, but it will never be absent!" The gigantic Tyella roared, "I crawled up from hell to take revenge on you! To stop you from overthrowing the Ministry of Magic! To thwart your plot!"

“Aba, aba, aba, aba…” Cornelius Fudge, who was walking at the front, was so shocked that he couldn’t speak, but his survival instinct made him quickly take a few steps back and hide in the crowd of other wizards.

Upon hearing Tyrell's shout, Voldemort didn't react at all; he merely glanced instinctively at the crowd that had just appeared.

"Protect him! Protect him!" Tierra suddenly shouted. "Voldemort is trying to assassinate the Minister for Magic! Protect him immediately!"

After shouting, Tyrell reacted to Voldemort's attack for the first time—

"I won't let you assassinate the Minister of Magic! I won't let your plot succeed! Take this, Voldemort!" Tierra raised both hands, and a tall staff suddenly appeared in his grasp. Then, Tierra slammed the staff down heavily—

You shall not pass!

The moment the staff touched the ground, countless cracks spread across the first floor of the Ministry of Magic, like thin ice.

The cracks spread outwards, and eventually—

A huge crater appeared in the center of the Ministry of Magic's hall.

The pitch-black, enormous, and deep pit incorporated the magical fountain, the staircase leading to the second floor, and the stands where Voldemort was located.

The edge of the giant hole stopped in front of the protective shield erected by Wu Peirong, and everything else was sucked into it. Voldemort had already turned into a wisp of black smoke and flown away the moment the giant hole took shape.

But there was a strange suction force pulling Voldemort downwards.

"How much does this kid love Lord of the Rings?" Wu Peirong removed the protective shield, craned her neck to look at the black pit, and then silently said in French.

“I don’t know,” Nicholas Lemay replied in French as well. “But I remember that during the summer when he was receiving alchemy instruction at our house in the fourth grade, he didn’t seem to have even opened that Lord of the Rings book once.”

“I remember him telling me before… sigh…” Dumbledore suddenly sighed wearily, and said in French, “He will build a new Ministry of Magic on these ruins.”

As soon as Dumbledore finished speaking, the members of the Golden Book Council silently peeked out at the bottomless black hole, then looked up at the cracked above-ground portion of the Ministry of Magic.

“When he said it was on the ruins…” Dumbledore said hesitantly, “I never thought he meant real ruins.”

The other people at the Golden Book Conference nodded in agreement.

"Dumbledore! Professor Dumbledore! Mr. Dumbledore!" Upon seeing Dumbledore, Cornelius Fudge ran over in a wailing tone, asking humbly, "My God, what's going on? What on earth is going on?"

"That, that, is that Voldemort? How could it be Voldemort?" Cornelius Fudge's voice trembled with barely suppressed sobs. "And that giant, is that Tyella? How did Tyella end up here?"

"Well... how should I put it..." Dumbledore rubbed his brow wearily. "It's a long story... I'll tell you the details later... I think you should send a few Aurors down to help Tyella now?"

"Oh, right, yes, yes, yes..." Cornelius Fudge finally realized what was happening and quickly waved to the equally stunned group of wizards, dramatically instructing the Aurors to go down and check the situation.

……

Meanwhile, Tyrell led Voldemort down ten levels into the Trial Chamber, where Voldemort encountered Lucius Malfoy, Fenrir Greyback, and Bellatrix Rustrange.

Upon seeing the bizarrely shaped Tyella, Lucius Malfoy turned to flee without a word, but Bellatrix grabbed him—

"What are you doing, Lucius? We must help our master!" Bellatrix asked sternly, pulling Lucius Malfoy into the fray with one hand and her wand in the other, not giving him a chance to refuse.

Fenrir Greyback grinned, revealing a mouthful of withered, foul-smelling fangs, and charged forward.

When Tyella saw that all the actors had arrived, she began to laugh wildly again—

"Hahahaha! You can't kill me! You can't defeat me! I've crossed the gates of death, I've escaped death! Nothing can kill me!"

At that moment, Lucius Malfoy felt a burning pain on his face, as if venom were scalding it. Then, as if the muscles in his face were moving beyond his control, he spoke—

"Master! Master! I have a plan! I have a plan! The Department of Mysteries, behind the curtain! There's a door there used for executions, all we need is—"

"Shut up, Lucius!" Voldemort's expression changed drastically.

But at the same time, Voldemort's voice echoed in Lucius Malfoy's mind—

"Well done, Lucius! Let's drive this mudblood into that death row door together!"

……

Meanwhile, in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic.

“Dumbledore!” Nicholas Flamel warned, “It’s about to begin!”

"You few go and hide in the crowd," Dumbledore said sternly. "Don't wander around aimlessly. We'll be right back."

PS: In Chapter 96, "Wealth," when Tierra impersonated Voldemort to blackmail Lucius, she secretly left her biological toxin on Lucius's face, allowing her to easily control him and give him "advice."

Voldemort, frustrated by his inability to deal with Tyrell, readily accepted Lucius's "suggestion" without a second thought.

This is reasonable.
(End of this chapter)