Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 405 Taking control of the situation
After Peter Pettigrew left, Voldemort lingered alone in the master bedroom for a while.

The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt, and the more I realized that I was in an extremely dangerous situation.

Having lost three Horcruxes, my power is far less than it was at its peak. Under these circumstances, I have almost no chance of winning against Dumbledore.

Voldemort thought to himself.

I can make another Horcrux.

At that moment, a sudden thought arose from the depths of Voldemort's mind.

No, no, no, my soul cannot withstand another split.

Voldemort thought of it, but quickly dismissed the idea.

Then let's find ways to strengthen the soul.

Another idea popped into my head.

"I am Voldemort, I am the Dark Lord! I am the greatest wizard in history, how could a mere question of the soul possibly stump me?"

Another idea popped into Voldemort's head, like a kitten tickling his heart.

"Yes, I am the great Voldemort. How could there be magic in this world that I don't understand?"

Voldemort thought proudly.

Meanwhile, at Hogwarts, Tyrell chuckled softly in the Headmaster's office.

"What's wrong?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled.

“Voldemort is making Horcruxes again,” Tierra said with a laugh.

"Again?" Dumbledore exclaimed in surprise. "Making Horcruxes? Can his soul handle that?"

"How did you know?" Dumbledore suddenly paused, his aged eyes behind his glasses narrowing slightly as he looked at Tyella meaningfully. "You went to the scene of Voldemort's resurrection not just to become a god, did you?"

“Of course,” Tierra said with a smile. “To be precise, I laid this step a long time ago. I foresaw the scene of Voldemort’s resurrection. I foresaw every step of the ritual, every spell, and every sacrifice.”

“And coincidentally, one of the sacrifices was right next to me at the time,” Tiera said.

“Peter Pettigrew? Or Harry?” Dumbledore asked.

“Peter Pettigrew,” Tierra said with a smile, “you know, during Voldemort’s resurrection ceremony, Harry’s blood was just a drop, while Peter Pettigrew cut off a hand. Who would you have attacked?”

"What kind of backup plan?" Dumbledore asked. "I mean, what are the chances that Voldemort will discover it?"

“A demon transformed by my authority of ‘creation’ and ‘life’,” Tierra said. “In other words, I infused my avatar into Voldemort.”

Dumbledore nodded, but said nothing, only tapping the table with his fingers in a monotonous manner.

Tierra didn't disturb Dumbledore, but instead leisurely began to enjoy the black tea on Dumbledore's desk.

"So what are your plans after this?" Dumbledore asked. "It sounds as if everything is already under your control."

"Was everything before out of your control?" Tierra retorted. "Heh," Dumbledore chuckled.

“There’s still some time before summer vacation ends,” Tiera asked with a smile. “Should we go and take control of the existing Horcruxes first?”

"Alright." Dumbledore shrugged helplessly. "Gellert was right. I can retire now."

That night, at number twelve Grimmauld Place, in the kitchen, Mrs. Weasley was preparing dinner while having Ron set out the cutlery and plates.

“I knew it!” Ron shouted at Harry, swinging the porcelain plate at the air. “You always manage to get away with it!”

“They will definitely acquit you,” Hermione said. She had looked so nervous when Harry walked into the kitchen, and now she was covering her eyes with a trembling hand. “There is no reason to convict you, absolutely no reason.”

"Even though you all knew I'd be alright, everyone seems relieved," Harry said with a smile.

Mrs. Weasley was wiping away tears with her apron when Fred, George, and Ginny broke into a war dance, chanting over and over, "He's alright, he's alright, he's alright!"

"Enough! Be quiet!" Mr. Weasley shouted, but he also had a smile on his face.

“Listen, Sirius, Lucius Malfoy is in the ministry too—” Harry said.

"What?" Sirius asked alertly.

"He's alright, he's alright, he's alright, he's alright!" George, Fred, and Ginny kept shouting.

"Quiet, quiet, you three! Yes, after the trial, I took Harry around the Ministry of Magic, and then we saw him talking to Fudge on the ninth floor, and then they went into Fudge's office together... I think Dumbledore should know about this," Mr. Weasley said. "Dumbledore seemed to have something urgent to attend to; as soon as the trial ended and he handed Harry over to me, he immediately teleported away."

“Okay, I’ll tell him, don’t worry—” Sirius Black suddenly paused, “What did you just say? Dumbledore teleported away?”

Sirius suddenly stared intently at Harry and asked, "Are you sure? Are you sure Dumbledore used Apparition?"

“Yes, yes…” Harry didn’t understand why Sirius Black asked that, but he still told Sirius everything about Dumbledore’s Apparition and his performance in court.

Sirius listened attentively, nodding occasionally. Even Ron and Hermione put down what they were doing, and Ginny, George, and Fred, who had been playing around nearby, listened quietly to Harry's story.

"That's so damn cool!" Ron exclaimed after hearing Harry's account. "Dumbledore is just so damn cool!"

Ginny, George, and Fred all nodded in unison.

Hermione frowned at Ron's foul language, but ultimately nodded in agreement.

It seemed that only Sirius Black remained silent, his brow furrowing even more deeply.

"What's wrong, Sirius?" Harry noticed Sirius's unusual behavior.

“No, it’s nothing…” Sirius looked up at Harry, seemingly hesitant to speak, “It’s just that… the Dumbledore of the past… didn’t seem like Dumbledore’s methods…”

"Oh well, maybe Dumbledore is really angry with Cornelius Fudge." Sirius shook his head, shaking off his strange thoughts, and then said with a smug smile, "It's rare to see Dumbledore so angry."

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