Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 382 Chaos
The entire alchemical matrix was covered by countless limbs of Tiera.

Standing outside the alchemical matrix, Tiera smiled, closed her book, waved her hand, pushed the notebook aside, and raised a finger—

Within the Alchemy Matrix, Tiera had transformed into a colossal monster composed of countless human organs, blind, foolish, and utterly devoid of reason.

But when Tiera, standing on the ground, raised her hand, the mountain of flesh-like monster seemed to be drawn by something. Countless eyes turned to Tiera, who appeared so tiny before it. The enormous monster, composed of countless human organs, stretched out countless hands, countless hands striving to converge and extend towards Tiera outside the alchemical matrix—

Countless fingers reached out, countless fingers, connecting with that one finger—

The countless eyes of the monster within the alchemical matrix instantly regained their clarity.

The Tiera, composed of countless human organs, stopped wriggling, it stopped completely, as if a pause button had been suddenly pressed—

The spiritual dimension is fully constructed.

Countless mouths opened and began chanting ancient, mysterious, and difficult-to-pronounce incantations.

Tiera, standing outside the alchemical matrix, smiled and opened her mouth, reciting the incantation in reverse.

The incantation was short, and as the last syllable fell—the gate to a dimension opened within the "monster" Tiera, causing Tiera to collapse and condense once more.

Once you have ascended to the divine dimension once, you are a divine being and can ascend to the divine dimension again at any time and place.

The divine dimensional gate was like a meat grinder, shredding the "monster" Tiera to pieces. Eye after eye was crushed under the irresistible divine power; vitreous humor and lenses shattered, transparent fluid oozing out; bones were broken inch by inch, compressed into powder. Every part of Tiera converged towards the center, towards that ethereal "point," being slowly stuffed inside—

Along with the gold of the sky, the flowing silver, the bronze of the pillars, and the "parasites," "inheritors," and "madmen" placed within them.

Soon, everything vanished, leaving only a phantom, conceptual "point" on the desolate, empty lunar surface, except for Tiera.

Hogwarts, Great Hall.

After everyone finished their moment of silence, they all looked up in confusion—

For some reason, they suddenly felt a blur in their memories; they remembered Tiera, but it was as if they had forgotten him—

It was as if someone had stolen their memories of Tiera in just a few short minutes. They remembered Tiera's face and everything she had done, but these memories were always so ethereal, as if they were a phantom that could vanish at any moment.

A tense murmur filled the auditorium.

Everyone was puzzled, even Dumbledore looked up with some confusion, then looked at Nicholas Lemai—

Nicholas Lemaître nodded silently.

"Please be quiet, everyone," Dumbledore said.

The murmurs in the auditorium gradually subsided.

"Hehehe," Tiera chuckled as she entered the hall, seemingly from another dimension. "Looks like the ascension to godhood is almost complete."

"Yes."

"Gidro Lockhart" remained seated obediently at the very front of the hall, but a figure from another dimension, Tiera, shifted her position, smiled, and spoke.

“It will be a while before they come down from the moon.” Tiera’s body remained lying still, but at that moment, another Tiera figure from another dimension sat up from where she had been lying obediently in the coffin.

Then he climbed out of the coffin and happily found an empty spot in the front row to sit down.

“Tell me about it,” Tierra said. “What important things are going to happen soon?”

The other two Tiera exchanged a glance—

Then smiled.

"Heavenly secrets cannot be revealed," the other two Tiera said in unison.

Tiera:
Ah, so I really am that annoying.

It's so annoying, they want to hit me but they can't beat me.
“Tierra’s letter is correct,” Dumbledore said. “He was killed by Voldemort.”

As he spoke, Dumbledore pulled out an eyeball and said, “This was left to me by Tyrell. Those who know him well will know that this is his false eyeball, made by the alchemist Nicholas Flamel. I'm sure everyone knows about the prophecy Tyrell revealed in the third-year Defense Against the Dark Arts class. Tyrell knew it all along; he foresaw it! This brave, brave boy, he foresaw Voldemort's resurrection, and he foresaw his own death.”

“The Ministry of Magic doesn’t want me to tell you this,” Dumbledore continued. “Some of your parents may be shocked by my actions—either because they can’t believe Voldemort has really returned, or because they think I shouldn’t tell you this, given your young age. However, I believe that the truth is always better than a lie, and if we were to try to portray Tyrell’s death as an accident or attribute it to his own carelessness, it would be an insult to him and a disrespect to the deceased!”

At that moment, every face in the Great Hall was turned toward Dumbledore, and every face was etched with shock and fear—

No, not every face.

Harry saw Draco Malfoy whispering with Clark and Goyle at the Slytherin table. A surge of anger welled up inside Harry; he wanted to stand up and rush over to punch Malfoy.

But he was pulled back by "Gidrolohart" sitting next to him—

"Remember, Harry, never get angry over people who aren't worth it."

"Giddy Lohart" said, "Let's continue listening to Dumbledore's speech—"

Clearly, having fulfilled his family's wishes, Dumbledore was preparing to meticulously complete his own tasks—

Strangle the previous Dark Lord.

On the desolate lunar surface, above the moon, Tiera once again summoned her notebook and began frantically jotting something down—

"The second 'bottom-up' process is used to determine the coordinates of the divine dimension. These coordinates are unique. Assuming the 'parasite' is x, the 'madman' is y, the 'inheritor' is z, and the divine dimension coordinate is t, then my trajectory in the divine dimension when I become a god should be..."

As Tierra rapidly calculated something, the conceptual, illusory "point" stirred—

The illusory "point" extends into a black hole the size of a pinhole in a real sense.

First, three tiny halos of different colors emerged from the black hole, circled around, and returned to the black hole, forming an empty three-lobed light knot in mid-air.

The three-lobed light cluster collapsed and curled up again towards the central black hole—

The black hole transformed into a tiny sphere of light with a color that cannot be described in human language.

Countless lines extend outward like blooming flowers. They are purely conceptual lines, intertwined in pairs, forming a double helix structure like DNA. The double helix further spirals and intertwines, becoming a solenoid.

The solenoid is spiraled again, becoming a super-sonic coil.

The super-coil further spirals and folds around the light-matter sphere, enveloping it and transforming it into a small sphere with a fleshy texture.

Then the ball split open—

A tiny sprout emerged from the small ball and then grew rapidly upwards.

Almost instantly, the bud grew into a strange, gigantic tree with ten empty, crystalline points—

The bright flames clung to the giant tree like a burning coat, becoming leaves on the bare trunk.

A layer of dazzling starlight rose from below, first filling the first empty point of mass in the giant tree—"1i-Atheism".

Then the starlight burst forth toward the second point of matter—

"2i - Dull-witted"

Then:
"3i-Rejection"

"4i - No Emotion"

"5i - Cruel"

“6i-Ugly”

"7i-Lust"

"8i - Greed"

"9i - Unstable"

"10i - Materialism"

A sword inlaid with rubies is stuck in the giant tree, a golden hourglass hangs from a branch, and a half-decayed phoenix stands at the very top.

Just as the burning giant tree was about to transform from illusion into reality—

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock—"

Hogwarts, Great Hall.

"The purpose of the Triwizard Tournament is to enhance and promote mutual understanding within the wizarding world," Dumbledore added. "Given what is happening now—given Voldemort's resurrection—this connection is more important than ever before."

Dumbledore glanced at Mrs. Maxime and Hagrid, at Fleur Delacour and her Beauxbatons alumni, and at Mrs. Rosie and Durmstrang’s students at the Slytherin table.

Lady Rosie also dared to glance back at Dumbledore, but quickly turned her gaze to Tyrell's coffin.

“Every guest in this hall,” Dumbledore said, his gaze lingering on Mrs. Rosie of Durmstrang, “is welcome at any time, if they wish to return. I repeat to you all, given Voldemort’s resurrection, we only—”

Suddenly, Dumbledore froze. He felt as if he had heard something, and looked around in confusion, then at the clock—

The others in Hogwarts Great Hall also seemed to hear the sudden ticking of clocks.

The sound of clocks echoed throughout the entire universe, from the moon to the earth, to the dream world, and even to remote planets in the desolate parts of the universe. Every three-dimensional life form in this universe heard the ticking of clocks.

"Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock..."

The clock ticked faster and faster, until—

"Oh!"

A discordant sound arose, like something exploding, and then—

The ticking of the clock in my ear disappeared.

The barren surface of the moon.

The entire burning giant tree seemed to have become slightly disharmonious, chaotic, and distorted—

"The time converter in operation was like a bomb, but after being caught up in the ascension ritual, the power of the divine dimension suppressed its explosion until I returned from the divine dimension and, relying on the 'Inheritor,' 'Mad Walker,' and 'Parasit,' obtained the 'evil' divinity, still retaining its own 'space,' 'life,' and 'creation'—three higher-dimensional authorities. When I returned to the mortal world and everything settled down in an orderly direction, the time converter was infused with divine power. The previously temporarily suppressed explosion was restarted, and under the bombardment of the new power, a chain reaction occurred. The third collapse happened, and divinity began to crumble. But why didn't I lose control during the third collapse? What kept my will clear?"

Tierra finally wrote this question in her notebook: "Is it through my strong will?"

However, Tyella quickly crossed it out after writing it down.

Haha, stop joking.

At the same time, on Earth, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, three Tyrells from another dimension simultaneously raised their heads and smiled—

Three incredibly powerful 'bonds' stretched into the sky and anchored within the illusory, burning giant tree.

On the moon, the giant tree experienced a slight lag, a slight conflict, and flickered as if it were malfunctioning. This malfunction and lag became more and more frequent, and then, as if glass were shattering, the burning giant tree began to collapse from its center. The burning giant tree, existing between illusion and reality, gradually shattered downwards, turning into an amorphous, disordered, and indescribable morbid aggregate.

This morbid aggregate has a colloidal form and a gas-like lightness. It drips down little by little, like water droplets, spreading outwards. Soon, it forms a wave that engulfs the moon and radiates a thick, indescribable light.

——“XXI-THE WORLD”

The World Card opened its eyes.

All the Tiaras on all the Tarot cards laughed at the same time and looked up at the sky.

Standing amidst the horrific aggregates, Tiera smiled and whispered softly:

"chaos."

……

At the same time, in the Great Hall of Hogwarts, the three Tyrells who had been looking up suddenly murmured almost simultaneously—

"chaos."

One of the Tierras raised her hand and pointed lightly towards the sky—

An invisible wave spread out, and an invisible barrier enveloped the entire Earth, blocking the morbid light emanating from the moon.

"Whoosh~" Tiera withdrew her finger.

“If that light were to reach Earth,” Tiera said with a grin, “the R'lyeh Seafood City would have to open much earlier.”

……

Although the effects of Tiera's ascension ceremony were kept outside Earth by Tiera, the influence of the power of "chaos" spread to higher dimensions—

Or rather, it's a 'feedback' to a higher dimension.

Tiera's "chaotic" coordinates in the fourth dimension crossed the fifth dimension, entered the sixth dimension, and finally settled on a screen-like surface, forming rows of simple yet intoxicatingly intricate runes. However, if someone could decipher these runes without going mad, they would soon understand their meaning:
Tierra.exe;
input xyz@@@;
data
chaos
;

run;
proc corr data=t;
var x = y = z;
run;
proc reg data=t;
model xyzt;

run;
E:Tierra\chaos.exe
success

In the seventh dimension, beyond the sixth, a chaotic figure beyond the comprehension of any life form laughed happily:
"The 147967th experiment was a success."

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