Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 320 The Secret of the Ceremony to Become a God
In the end, Tierra followed Dumbledore up the winding staircase to Dumbledore's headmaster's office.

Dumbledore's office was not much different from when Tyrell had visited before, except that the glass box that used to hold the Gryffindor sword was still empty.

"Has the Sword of Gryffindor still not been found?" Tiera said, feigning regret. "I sacrificed an arm to give the Sword of Gryffindor the ability to destroy Horcruxes. It's such a pity to lose it like this... *sobs*"

"Come, have a seat," Dumbledore said. "The matter of the Gryffindor sword isn't that important now, nor is Voldemort and his Horcruxes. What matters is you!"

Dumbledore, unusually, pointed at Tyella.

"Me?" Tyrell clutched her chest, staring back at Dumbledore in shock—

"What does this have to do with me?" Tyrell asked, puzzled. At the same time, she noticed the unusual thing about Headmaster Dumbledore's office—

The portraits on the principal's office wall, usually depicting past principals, were either sleeping, visiting other frames, or engrossed in their own work. But today—

All six headmasters in the portraits appeared in their own frames, like spectators watching monkeys in a zoo, with six pairs of eyes. In addition, there were Fawkes the Phoenix, the Sorting Hat, and Dumbledore, making a total of nine pairs of eyes staring intently at Tyella.

This made Tiera feel a little uneasy.

The question remains: what exactly did Dumbledore guess? The atmosphere today is so tense.

“I won’t go into the overly long and complicated opening remarks, since you’re a regular here anyway,” Dumbledore said.

"Huh?" Tyella feigned shock, exclaiming, "Me? What could be more important to me than Voldemort?"

"Don't you know?" Dumbledore retorted.

“Headmaster…” Tierra said helplessly, “You said you wouldn’t give an opening speech… Look at you…”

“I’m sorry,” Dumbledore sighed, “In that case, I’ll be frank. I need to know who your ‘Father’ is.”

"Huh?" Tierra was truly bewildered this time—

Holy Father? What Holy Father? What is the Holy Father?

“You are the ‘Son of God,’ the ‘Hanged Man,’ the sacrifice,” Dumbledore said, then paused, carefully observing Tyella’s expression, and asked, “You don’t know the steps of the ascension ritual, do you?”

"The ascension to godhood ritual?" Tiera thought for a moment, then asked rather cautiously, "Headmaster, you also know about the ascension to godhood ritual?"

“Of course,” Dumbledore said, glancing at Tyella. “To become a god, to attain divinity, and ultimately to achieve immortality, is the ultimate dream of every alchemist. Since the first Philosopher’s Stone fell to the ground, we have been constantly exploring this path to godhood, and today, the path to godhood has finally become clear.”

After saying that, Dumbledore stared intently at Tyella again—

"You're ready to become a god, aren't you?"

"Huh? What? I didn't..." Tierra instinctively wanted to deny it—

“Don’t be so quick to deny it,” Dumbledore said, glancing at the wand tucked into Tierra’s waist. “I see your ‘stairway’ is all ready.”

"..." Tierra didn't know what to say. It would be too tasteless to continue making up lies at this point. Tierra originally thought that Dumbledore, or rather Nicholas Flamel, did not know about the ascension ceremony. Otherwise, Nicholas Flamel should have become a god long ago. After all, he had held the Philosopher's Stone for more than 600 years. How could he still be living like a dried-up corpse, half-dead?

Hey...

Tierra regretted his past actions. If he had known that these two old foxes knew so much, he would have been more cautious and at least wouldn't have given the "Mad Walker" to Ollivander for testing.

“The path to godhood you have taken is wrong; it is a complete conspiracy,” Dumbledore said.

Tierra: ...Wait, what on earth are you imagining? Can't you just finish what you're saying?

"I don't know what you're talking about?" Tierra could only say.

"Your Tarot Society has been pushing you to become a god, hasn't it?" Dumbledore countered.

“Yes.” Tiera didn’t know what else to say, so she could only answer yes for now.

"Having traversed the path of the fire sword, crossed the three veils, ascended the ladder to godhood, and finally reached the throne in heaven," Dumbledore said, looking at Tyella. "That's the process they told you about, the ascension from the bottom up, isn't it?"

“Hmm…yes…” Although Dumbledore used a different metaphor, the overall process was no different from that in Merlin’s Notebook.

“Heh heh, you’ve been fooled,” Dumbledore said. “Or rather, the most crucial part of you has been hidden.”

"W-what?" Tyrell asked, feeling a little uneasy seeing Dumbledore's confident attitude.

"The Holy Trinity—Father, Son, and Holy Spirit—is necessary to become God," Dumbledore said, not directly answering Tyrell's question.

“Wait, what Father, Son, Holy Spirit?” Tierra asked—

Tierra was genuinely surprised, as Merlin's notes made no mention of the Father, the Son, or the Holy Spirit.

"To rise from below and descend from above, to gain the power of both above and below, the lower as the upper, the upper as the lower, thus accomplishing the miracle of the One," Dumbledore said. "You are divine in dimension, that's true, but at the same time, you also need to return from the divine dimension to the time we are in now, that is, to regain the other three dimensions."

“You are the Holy Son, and you are to ascend to the divine dimension,” Dumbledore said. “The image you have in the minds of many, the memories and impressions of you in our minds, are the Holy Spirit, the rope and anchor that pulls you back from the divine dimension to the real world.”

“And the Father…” Dumbledore said solemnly, “The Father is the one who created the Son, the Father is the template of the Son, and the one with the deepest bond and connection with the Son. When the Son completes the path to godhood and returns to the three-dimensional world, when the Son’s three-dimensional world is still a blank, the Father occupies and fills the Son’s three dimensions with his own material, spiritual and mental dimensions.”

"From this day forward, the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit are one, becoming an immortal God." Dumbledore finished speaking and looked at Tyrell.

At this moment, Tierra's face was filled with nothing but shock—

Good heavens, Tierra exclaimed!
I didn't know there was such a way to do it?

He would create a holy son using himself as a template, then send the holy son on the path to godhood, and once the holy son returned, the holy father would claim all the fruits of his labor.

Tiera thought the path to godhood described in Merlin's Notebook was too perilous; she had no idea there were such methods involved.

Tierra also said that it was strange that Hermes, the first person to become a god and the author of the Emerald Book, proposed the theory of the Trinity of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit, but Merlin's notes did not reflect this at all.

Tiera thought Merlin had optimized the ascension ritual, but good heavens, Merlin just charged straight in—

Since the publication of the Jade Record, all the rituals for becoming a god have been like crossing a river by feeling for stones. But Merlin was different; he simply pulled out a few stones and swam across.

“So Tyella, tell me, you must tell me, who is your Father?” Dumbledore asked. “You are not the Son, nor are you a sacrifice; you are yourself. Tell me, you have no obligation to sacrifice yourself for others.”

Tierra: ...

Yes, who is my holy father?
But my mother has no Father!
I was planning to use Merlin's broken method of becoming a god. I never thought about the Holy Trinity of Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. Otherwise, I would have already had my own Holy Son. Why would I have rushed onto the path of becoming a god?

“Hmm…” But Tiera pretended to think for a moment, then said, “Gellert Grindelwald.”

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