Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 516 A Gift (+Update Plan for the Next Week)

“I respect life,” Tiera continued, ignoring Umbridge, her tone filled with an inexplicable joy and fervor, like the most devout believer speaking of his god. “I love life, I praise life!”

Tiera's voice trembled, and a strange flush appeared on her snow-white skin.

“War means death,” Tiera said with a strange laugh. “Death means waste, and life should not be wasted if it can be governed and used for a higher purpose.”

“So I am different from Voldemort,” Tyella said. “He likes punishment, he likes killing, but I don’t. I respect life, I love life, I love every life, I praise every life, I am passionate about satisfying every life.”

“In other words, I like gifts.” Tierra looked at Corban Alex, who was standing closest to him, with a strange, burning gaze. “What do you want, Corban Alex?”

"Huh?" Coban Alex was startled by Tiera's strange smile and question, and involuntarily took a step back.

But then he realized his current position and situation, mustered his courage, straightened his back fiercely, took a step forward, drew his wand, pointed it at Tiera, and shouted sharply, "Don't try to bribe me! I only want to bring the murderer of Godwin Selwyn to justice, and I want justice to be served!"

“No, no, no, no…” Tiera shook her head with a gentle smile, “I don’t want to hear these high-sounding reasons.”

“I want to hear your true thoughts.” Tierra braced her hands on the podium, leaning forward like a child peering at a nest of ants, a naive yet cruel smile on her face as she stared at Coban Alex.

“Tell me, what made you betray me? What made you betray a more advanced social system? What made you betray the idea of ​​equality? What made you betray a great idea?” Tiera pressed, her gaze piercing as she looked down at Coban Alex.

Coban Alex opened his mouth as if to say something, but in the end, he only trembled a few times with a pale face. The righteous words he had prepared were stuck in his throat like phlegm. He wanted to spit them all out, but real fear was like a pair of big hands that gripped his throat.

Tierra began to look terrifying. He looked exactly the same, his eyes were still his eyes, his nose was still his nose—nothing had changed. But Coban Alex felt a chilling dread creeping over him.

“Tell me, what is Coban Alex?” Tiera continued to laugh, a shadow beginning to spread—

“Don’t be afraid, Alex. I’ve said it before, I’m not like Voldemort.”

“Voldemort loves killing and punishment, but I’m different,” Tierra continued. “Punishment is a pathetic method, and I’m not used to it.”

“I love gifts,” Tierra said. “I love gifts!”

The shadows began to spread in an abnormal and bizarre way.

“So tell me, tell me what you like, tell me what you want, tell me what your heart yearns for,” Tiera said with a smile. “I can grant you… no, no, no, that’s too narrow-minded. I can grant you everything, I can grant you everything you desire!”

"What is it? Is it power? Is it power that makes you betray us?"

"Or is it wealth? Is it the greed in your hearts that led you to betray us?"

Tierra looked curiously at the Aurors and dark wizards surrounding him, the shadows behind him continuing to spread, scorching the brightly lit halls of the Ministry of Magic like flames—

Now no one could ignore the huge, strangely shaped shadow rising from behind Tiera.

"Could it be knowledge? Could it be the forbidden knowledge in my mind?" Tiera chuckled, continuing to speak to herself, "Indeed, knowledge is too troublesome, and too dangerous—"

“So it’s power? Do you crave power?” Tiera continued with a smile. “Yes, with power, you can have anything.”

"Or life? You want eternal life? Or even further, you want my divine position?" Tiera laughed. "You want to become immortal gods, you want to roam the universe, you want to be free from the laws of nature, you want to rule the world?" "Very well, I will grant you that," Tiera said with a smile. "I will grant you everything."

The enormous shadow behind Tiera began to writhe, like a chaotic mist. Countless tentacle-like shadows emerged from the mist, swaying through layers of veils, and approaching Tiera.

Behind the curtain, the walls of the Ministry of Magic were as smooth as a mirror, and the chaotic tentacles were reflected in the gaps between the layers of curtains.

“I bestow upon you a gift.” Tiera raised one hand, the other still resting on the podium, and slowly reached out towards Colin Alex—

From above, looking down as if from a divine kingdom in the clouds to the ground, Tiera's fingertip touched the tip of Alex's wand.

The tentacles of the shadow, which had been slowly wriggling, suddenly coiled toward Colin Alex's shadow as if drawn by some force.

Colin Alex stood frozen, his face pale.

They dared not move, nor could they move.

His shadow writhed and struggled amidst the raging storm of tentacles, eventually being submerged by the chaotic tentacles like a drowning man.

As Alex's shadow sank into the darkness formed by the tentacles, Colin Alex's body slowly began to writhe—

No, to be precise, something inside Colin Alex started wriggling, like tentacles or cysts.

The cyst worms stretched Colin's skin, leaving him only able to make painful "whimpering" sounds.

"Thump—" Colin Alex knelt down in pain, his wand slipping from his hand and falling to the floor, rolling limply a short distance.

"Waaah...waaah..." Colin Alex curled up there, whimpering weakly.

Gradually, Colin Alex's whimpers grew fainter, and the invisible cysts inside his body stopped wriggling.

After squatting on the ground for a while, Colin Alex slowly stood up—

He seemed to have lost a lot of weight, and the leather coat that used to fit him perfectly was now loose and baggy on him, making him look bulky and sloppy.

Colin Alex slowly raised his head, turned around, revealing the face of a young Asian boy—

A face exactly like Tierra's.

“I’ve said it before, I love gifts.” The two Tyra spoke at the same time, their faces bearing the same smile. The shadow of the great chaos gradually faded, but a chill crept into the hearts of all the wizards present.

“Welcome, Corban Alex, welcome to the ranks of the great change.” The two Tyra smiled and said at the same time, glancing at the other Aurors and dark wizards, “Welcome to you as well, welcome to the ranks of the great change.”

P.S.: Because I have to give my thesis proposal presentation next Thursday, November 11.25th, updates for the following week may be unstable. I apologize in advance. I will definitely make up for it after the presentation. Thank you for your understanding and support.

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