Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 404 The more you endure, the angrier you become; the more you back down, the more you lose.
After exiting the elevator, "Dumbledore" handed Harry over to Arthur Weasley, who had been anxiously waiting, in the main hall of the Ministry of Magic on the eighth floor below.

"Headmaster Dumbledore!" Mr. Weasley greeted Dumbledore when he saw Harry and "Dumbledore" come out together, then asked somewhat nervously, "How did it go?"

“Don’t worry, Arthur,” Tyella said, mimicking Dumbledore’s calm tone. “The Daily Prophet will no longer need to hide anything from Harry, and the Ministry of Magic will no longer target him.”

"Really?" Mr. Weasley said with delight.

“Really.” Tierra nodded with a smile, then gently nudged Harry toward Arthur Weasley.

“Logically speaking, since I’ve come all this way to the Ministry of Magic today, I should be showing Harry around, but unfortunately I have some things to attend to,” Dumbledore said. “Harry is in your care, Arthur.”

“Well, Headmaster Dumbledore, take care,” said Arthur Weasley.

"Well then, Harry, see you at Hogwarts." After saying that, Dumbledore winked at Harry, and then with a "whoosh," he turned into a ball of fire and disappeared into the air.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, in the Headmaster's office.

A ball of flame appeared out of thin air, and then Tiera's figure emerged from it.

"Mission accomplished perfectly," Tierra said proudly to Dumbledore, who was sitting behind his desk.

Dumbledore:
"Hmm," Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then rubbed his temples helplessly, "It seems you've exceeded expectations."

“Yes, Professor Dumbledore,” Tyrell said cheerfully as she sat down in the opposite seat. “Now the entire Ministry of Magic knows that Dumbledore is going to reform education.”

“But what good will that do? Cornelius Fudge has always been wary of me,” Dumbledore said. “He will never agree to any of the reforms I propose.”

“But there are always times when Cornelius Fudge has to agree,” Tierra said with a smile. “Welcome to the Tarot Club, Professor Dumbledore.”

With that, Tiera pulled a deck of cards from thin air and laid them out on the table. "Pick one for yourself."

But Dumbledore didn't make a move. He just glanced at it indifferently, then looked up again and said, "So you just want to use the 'Dumbledore' name, right? To make your reform plan seem reasonable and authoritative. I understand that."

"I'm glad you understand," Tiera nodded and said.

"But have you considered what you would do if your reform plan didn't work, or even pushed the wizarding world into an even worse situation?" Dumbledore asked. "Human hearts are the most complex thing. They don't always act according to your plans."

“Yes, indeed, the human heart is a very complex thing, but when faced with fear, it becomes monotonously dull,” Tierra said.

"You want to rule them with fear?" A glint of light flashed in Dumbledore's aged eyes. "How are you any different from Voldemort?"

“No, no, no, Headmaster Dumbledore,” Tyella said with a smile. “It is Voldemort who wants to rule them with fear. I just want to create an Eden for them.”

“If they want to come in, they must accept my rules; if they want to live in this Garden of Eden, they must accept my education,” Tiera said with a smile. “That’s fair, isn’t it?”

"..." Dumbledore nodded silently, then asked, "Is that why you said so much to Harry today?"

“Yes, I want Voldemort to know about this too. Voldemort isn't one to hold his tongue. Admittedly, he's afraid of you, but he's even more afraid of Dumbledore, who shares his ambitions.” Tierra smiled and said, “It's not scary to be stronger than someone, and it's even less scary to be stronger and still a saint. That means he can repeatedly cross that person's bottom line. But when someone is stronger and also has the same ambitions…”

"What kind of earth-shattering decisions will he make with his remaining shred of reason?" Tyella asked with a smile. Dumbledore seemed stumped by the question, and for a long moment, the entire Hogwarts Headmaster's office fell silent.

……

Meanwhile, in Little Hangletonshire, inside the Riddle family home, Voldemort, dressed only in a thin black veil, paced back and forth in the master bedroom.

Even though Voldemort is no longer as clear-headed and rational as he was in his student days, he knows that Dumbledore has already set his sights on him through Harry.

The question now is how much Dumbledore knows. If he only knows where he is hiding or his connection with Harry, then everything is fine.

Even if it were just about knowing one's own plans, that would be acceptable, but what if Dumbledore found out...?

Thinking of this, Voldemort's face instantly darkened.

He noticed it immediately after being resurrected: he was missing three Horcruxes—

Tom Riddle's diary, Ravenclaw's tiara, and Slytherin's locket.

To be precise, he lost contact with the three Horcruxes.

Tom Riddle's diary was given to the little mud-blood Tyella by Lucius Malfoy on Christmas Day in 1991.

Tierra...

The mere thought of that name made Voldemort grit his teeth in hatred.

That damned Mudblood not only lost his own diary, but also refused his gift and actually stopped me from killing Harry!
If he weren't already dead, Voldemort would have definitely captured that damned Mudblood and turned him into his own Infernal.

But now...

"Wormtail!" Voldemort suddenly shouted, "The more you hold back, the angrier you get; the more you back down, the more you lose."

"Yes, yes, Master, I'm here!" Not long after, a short, stout figure tumbled into the master bedroom and knelt down under Voldemort's thin black veil.

"Bring me Lucius Malfoy!" Voldemort roared.

"Yes, yes, my master," the short, stout figure, or rather Peter Pettigrew, said humbly, turning to leave.

"Wait!" Voldemort called out to Peter Pettigrew again, his voice filled with malice.

"Is there anything else you need, Master?" Peter Pettigrew asked fearfully, bending over.

“Tell Lucius,” Voldemort said with a sinister grin after a moment’s thought, “that he should bring Draco Malfoy to me. I have a very honorable task for him.”

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