Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 633

"And then what?" Sergei Ivanov asked.

"And then," Lomonrosov Kuragin couldn't answer.

“Yes, if we return to our homeland, to the Russian Ministry of Magic, with power, strength, and perhaps even, if we’re lucky, with the blessings of Tyella, then what?” Sergei Ivanov countered. “Then what can we do? Defeat our fathers, defeat our brothers, ascend the throne of power, and become the new rulers?”

"Then our daughters, and our daughters' children, no matter how outstanding or talented, will ultimately have to serve our sons, and our sons' children. Our illegitimate children, no matter how talented, will ultimately be unworthy of respect and can only serve as advisors, begging from our children for a meager wage barely enough to make ends meet."

“What have we changed? Have we changed ourselves? Oh no, Romonlo, no, Avde. We have not changed anything. The tragedy that happened to us will continue to be repeated again and again in the future, and even worse…” Sergei Ivanov paused, then continued, “Because of our success, people with the same status and position as us in the future will suffer even more severe oppression.”

"All of this is predicated on our success," Sergei Ivanov said solemnly. "Predicated on the fact that the three of us, along with the rest of our motley crew, can manage to capture a sliver of sunlight from the sky obscured by the deeply entrenched tree of the Romanov dynasty."

“This is too difficult,” Sergei Ivanov sighed. “Even if we had the power of Tiera, we couldn’t stand alone. We would be deeply bound to power, and we would slowly drain our life force from this great tree.”

Sergei Ivanov grew increasingly sad as he spoke, leaning against a corner of the banquet hall where no one noticed him, looking somewhat wearily at the graceful women laughing and dancing to one dance song after another.

"Thank you, Brother Erge?" Lomonrosov Kuragin asked with concern.

“It’s too difficult for us to climb the tree of power.” Sergei Ivanov raised his head, his eyes blazing with fury. “We will be forever shrouded in the shadow of this tree, and all glory and sunlight will be forever out of our reach.”

"But I long to see the sunlight, I long to bask in its warmth," Sergei Ivanov's eyes seemed to burn with an ever-growing intensity.

“So let’s just burn it down!” Sergei Ivanov’s eyes blazed with fury. “Instead of burning that tree and turning it to ashes, let’s overthrow the entire Romanov dynasty’s stable regime and deep-rooted political network that has been built up over a thousand years. Not just us, but everyone can be in the light of day. Our descendants and our descendants’ descendants will all live openly and honestly.”

“But, but,” Lomonrosov Kuragin stammered.

“But what? Romonlo?” Sergei Ivanov raised an eyebrow and countered, “Are you worried about your family? Your bloodline? Hmm?”

“Oh, Romunlo. Romunlo. Romunlo,” Sergei Ivanov said, shaking his head. “Don’t you understand? Romunlo, the reason you can stand here today, the reason you can talk to me side by side, is not because you are Count Sovkulakin’s illegitimate son, but because of your talent, your ability, and yourself!”

"You shine because you are a jewel, not because you are a jewel of the Sovkulakin family!" Sergei Ivanov declared emphatically. "We will shine because we are jewels ourselves, we shine on our own!" Sergei Ivanov continued. "Our family is not our adornment; quite the opposite, our family is the dust, the dust that obscures our own brilliance. Without our family, we can do better, we can achieve better!"

“But Brother Sergei, don’t forget, without our family, we wouldn’t even be able to go to school if we were born into an ordinary family, I mean, if our parents were just Muggles,” Avjegrunia said.

"Then why can Muggle-born wizards in England go to school?" Sergei Ivanov countered. "Tiera was also a Muggle-born wizard. He was an orphan with no parents, and his talent wasn't even as high as ours. Could he move objects remotely by instinct when he was only three years old?"

Sergei Ivanov pointed to Avdegrunia.

"Could he have mastered the levitation spell at the age of five without any instruction?" Sergei Ivanov then pointed at Lomonrosov Kuragin.

"His success is partly due to his own hard work, but luck played a larger role," Sergei Ivanov said ambitiously. "If he can succeed, why can't we?"

“And as Salazars-Slytherin said, Tiera yearns for companions, for like-minded companions,” Sergei Ivanov said. “And we, we also yearn for them, we yearn for strength, we yearn for comrades, and Tiera can absolutely become our strength and our comrades!”

"His reforms of the magical world won't stop in Britain; his ambitions will extend all over the world. This is our opportunity. We stay in Britain, climb the ladder with all our might, and gain Tiera's trust. When he moves his reforms to Russia, to our homeland, that will be our chance. Besides our own strength, we will also receive his support!" Sergei Ivanov said. "He will definitely choose us as his assistants to help him reform the Russian Ministry of Magic and the wizards there. After all, no one knows the intricacies of that place better than us, and no one understands that deeply rooted power better than us!"

"With his help, we can achieve our goals; with his help, we can complete our revenge; with his help, we can build our own legend!"

Sergei Ivanov concluded in a firm voice.

“Not too bad,” Tierra said with a smile.

Meanwhile, in the headmaster's office at Hogwarts, Tyrell and Dumbledore had just finished another game of wizard chess.

“Not too stupid,” Tiera added, then waved her hand, and the tattered wizard chess pieces on the board returned to their original positions, ready and waiting.

"Your plan is very successful," Dumbledore said indifferently. "These children will definitely be your powerful assistants in liberating and transforming the world in the future."

(End of this chapter)