Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 522 Cohesion

"That's why we must unite." Connelly Fudge became more and more excited, his voice more and more forceful, and his passion more and more overflowing.

“The united government we have established is not for ruling the wizarding world, nor even for ruling Muggles.” Cornelius Fudge’s tone was filled with unwavering resolve.

As Cornelius Fudge delivered the speech Tyrell had given him to the wizarding crowd, he simultaneously deciphered Tyrell's speech in his mind—

Connelly Fudge was a politician.

To be more precise, Connelly Fudge is a purely political creature, so he is accustomed to thinking about issues from a politician's perspective.

While he couldn't completely trust Tierra's story, Connelly Fudge believed that Tierra's public speech concealed his true intentions—

but.

Cornelius Fudge did not see any deeper meaning.

Connelly Fudge only saw the intense and passionate emotions and grand ideals in the speech.

“The most difficult time has come,” Connelly Fudge said, lowering his voice slightly, in a chilling tone, “Our society faces an unprecedented threat.”

“But please don’t be afraid, please don’t be terrified.” Cornelius Fudge’s voice became passionate again. “As long as we unite, we will be invincible, we will fear nothing!”

“Welcome, welcome, our great people, welcome to the Wizarding Union,” Cornelius Fudge said. “We do not fight for slavery, we fight for freedom, we fight for life, we fight for our great people and our next generation.”

"We unite in the name of liberty, we unite in the name of survival, for a just and free world, for equal wealth for all, for the overthrow of the classes that oppress us and privilege, for a new world."

"We are not machines, we are not cattle, we are wizards, we are an indomitable people, we are revolutionaries yearning for freedom, we are the great proletariat!" Cornelius Fudge continued, "We are the rising sun, our ideals will shine in all directions, and the world will eventually be ours!"

Connelly Fudge's passionate voice came to an end.

"Clap—clap—clap—" The Tiera clapped.

Led by the Tiera, the applause gradually spread to the surroundings.

Soon, everyone in the entire Ministry of Magic hall began to applaud.

The enthusiastic and continuous applause was like an ocean, surrounding Connelly Fudge.

Of course, this doesn't mean everyone agreed with Connelly's speech—

To be precise, only a very small number of wizards, those with absolutely no vested interests or entanglements in Tierra's reforms—such as Hermione, whose parents were both Muggles; Hagrid, the half-giant; house-elves and centaurs who, for various reasons, had to live in wizarding society; the dark wizards and werewolf wizards hiding in Knockturn Alley, already penniless; and the vampire wizards who had never been accepted by mainstream wizarding society and hid in the wilderness—were genuinely and wholeheartedly applauding Cornelius Fudge, or rather, Tierra's reform measures. "You wrote the speech?" Dumbledore joined in the applause.

“Yes,” a Tyrell standing next to Dumbledore replied calmly.

“That sounds familiar,” Dumbledore said.

"I quoted some famous sayings," Tierra said without batting an eye.

“You sound like you’re going to be a dictator,” Dumbledore said coolly.

“Oh, my goodness, my esteemed headmaster,” Tierra said with a chuckle, “after all these years, can’t you see what these wizards are really like?”

“Most of them are cowardly, apathetic, and their thinking is stuck in the last century, or even more backward.” Tierra grinned, revealing a sarcastic smile. “The wizarding society is very strange, very strange.”

“Wizards originally existed in the form of tribes. Due to external threats, the wizard tribes were forced to unite together, forming the so-called Ministry of Magic. The Ministry of Magic has been upgrading and iterating itself by imitating the political system of Muggles. In other words, wizarding society did not go through feudal society and directly jumped from primitive slave society to capitalist society,” Tierra explained. “Wizarding society lacks a centripetal cohesion.”

“In times of peace, this kind of cohesion is of course irrelevant,” Tierra said with a shrug. “But what if we go to war? What if troublemakers like Voldemort appear?”

"Think about it, Professor Dumbledore," Tierra asked. "When Voldemort first rose to power, apart from your Order of the Phoenix and the Auror Command, did the entire wizarding community of seven or eight thousand people ever form even one effective resistance organization?" "In fact, if Voldemort hadn't gone to such lengths to kill Harry Potter with his wand, the entire British Ministry of Magic would probably have quickly split into the Death Eaters, the Order of the Phoenix, and countless small, scattered wizarding tribes."

“They are neither you nor I, Tyella.” Dumbledore sighed, speaking calmly yet with a touch of helplessness. “They do not possess the power we have. Survival is always their top priority. We cannot blame them.”

“I’ve never blamed them,” Tierra said with a faint smile. “I’m not saying this to blame anyone.”

“This is a historical inevitability,” Tierra said. “As a shadow society existing beneath Muggle society, the wizarding society is bound to have a social structure that is completely dependent on and lags behind Muggle society.”

"Whether it's Grindelwald or Voldemort's ambition to rule the wizarding world, in the short term it might be a tragedy for the magical world, but in the long run, that is, from the perspective of the entire social structure of the wizarding world, allowing Gellert Grindelwald or Voldemort to rule the wizarding world will be a major change to the social structure of the entire wizarding family..." Tyella suddenly paused, then looked at Dumbledore strangely—

“In that case, it does seem like you could be blamed,” Tierra teased.

“Sigh… I only did what I thought was right. I couldn’t just stand by and watch them succeed. I couldn’t just stand by and watch so many wizards and Muggles suffer, even die.” Dumbledore sighed softly, then looked at Tyella with a detached gaze. “If you hadn’t assured me that you would never unify wizarding society through war, I wouldn’t have condoned your actions.”

“You’re joking,” Tierra said with a smile. “It’s as if you have any other plan to stop me except to reassemble another Order of the Phoenix.”

Dumbledore silently took a sip of red wine, smiled, and said nothing.

(End of this chapter)