Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 414 The First Saint
Neither Hathaway Romanov, Lady Rosie, nor Igor Kakalov made any offensive move after Tyella appeared.

Mrs. Rosie and Igor Kakarov were too weak from hunger, while Hathaway Romanov—

It seemed that it had not completely given up its intention to attack, but rather leaned against the tree trunk like a cold, venomous snake, carefully observing Tiera.

Lady Rosie was the first to stand up. Although she looked extremely weak, she still straightened her back and calmly looked at Tyella.

"Who are you?" Mrs. Rosie asked coldly.

“I am Alpha, I am Omega. I am the beginning, I am the end. I am the start, I am the finish,” Tiera said with a smile. “I am…”

“Chaos,” said Lady Rosie. After speaking, she seemed to relax instantly, as if all her strength had been drained away. She leaned back against the tree trunk, the wariness in her eyes vanishing, replaced by a mixture of tenderness and weakness as she asked:
"Could you please let me see it?"

"Are you serious?" Tierra asked, raising an eyebrow. "Aren't you afraid of going crazy?"

“I…I…I’ve been inside too.” As she spoke, Mrs. Rosie removed her left glove, revealing an excessively withered and aged hand. But this wasn't the most striking feature. When Tiera's gaze fell upon Mrs. Rosie's left hand, his eyes narrowed, and he saw something utterly familiar—

Four mysterious runes and a skeletal little finger.

After staring at Lady Rosie's left hand for a while, Tiera seemed to understand why Lady Rosie was digging her own grave. Clearly, besides confirming her own life or death, Lady Rosie wanted to confirm something else.

Tiera pushed the thick book in her left hand into the air, letting it float there, then extended her left hand from the shadow of her sleeve—

The skeletalized little finger and the other four fingers, almost identical to those of Lady Rosie, bear mysterious runes.

“Yes, it’s you!” Mrs. Rosie said excitedly, weakly yet relieved, “Our savior…our Messiah…”

Tierra tilted her head in confusion, then looked directly into Lady Rosie's eyes—

Through "spying" or "manipulation," Tyella gradually unearthed that memory from Lady Roselle's mind—

"Back then, I was young," Lady Rosie said weakly, leaning against the tree trunk, a smile on her face, as she slowly recalled, through Tyrell's Legilimency, the circumstances of her first encounter with Gellert Grindelwald—

“I was young then,” Mrs. Rosie said. “I had just graduated from Durmstrang, and my best friends and I, against our parents’ wishes, secretly crossed the border of the Ministry of Magic to play in the Muggle world.”

Through Lady Rosie's eyes, Tyella saw her past—

Madame Roselle, or rather, Vinda Gautier Roselle, graduated from Durmstrang in 1914. At that time, she was just an innocent girl who only knew how to dress in red and green and liked to use Muggle cosmetics. The sixteen-year-old Vinda Roselle was born into the Roselle family, a prestigious family in the French magical world. Her father, Antonio O'Brien Roselle, was the Director of the Department of Law Enforcement at the Ministry of Magic at the time. Her mother, Louise Sani Roselle, was a specially appointed alchemist of the German Ministry of Magic. Her uncle, Sviatoslav Hernandez, was the Minister of Magic at the time.

Having grown up in a privileged environment, Venda Rosie's graduation from Durmstrang School of Witchcraft and Wizardry didn't prompt her to scramble for a living like other graduates. Instead, she gathered a few like-minded girlfriends and secretly crossed the boundaries set by the French Ministry of Magic, preparing for a spontaneous trip.

A year in advance, they even used a French wizarding smuggler's gilded galleon to buy a French Muggle travel guide. From the sun-drenched banks of the Seine to the treasure-filled Louvre, the majestic Notre Dame Cathedral, the opulent Palace of Versailles, and the sunflower-strewn Provence—all of this lured a few naive, inexperienced girls to explore. But—

“But that year, World War I broke out,” Vinda Rosie said, a look of panic creeping onto her face as she spoke, as if she had returned to that time, as if she had returned to 1914, as if she had returned to that nightmarish sixteen-year-old self—

Vinda Rosie didn't see the Louvre, nor the sun-drenched banks of the Seine or the sunflower-filled Provence; she saw war.

She had only recently graduated when World War I broke out. She and her sisters were almost immediately separated from their home by the fervent troops and displaced refugees. Vinda Rosie was swept along to the front lines of the Marne-Versailles defenses. There, she didn't see the magnificent Versailles Palace of her dreams; instead, she saw only blood, severed limbs, billowing smoke, brutality, and death.

“I thought I was going to die there,” Mrs. Rosie murmured. “I thought I would die there like countless other Muggles who died there. Nameless, maybe not even my limbs would be left. My parents would never find me, and I would be reduced to ashes by cannon fire and smoke. But then, I met him.” When Rosie first met Gellert Grindelwald, she thought he must be a madman or an idiot.

The handsome man with striking blond hair and heterochromatic eyes, dressed in the uniform of a Prussian officer, strolled leisurely across the smoke-filled battlefield as if he were in his own backyard.

When a shell came hurtling towards him, he neither dodged nor flinched, letting it hit his feet. When the smoke cleared, he, who should have been blown to pieces, appeared in the same spot with a smile on his face, spotless, marveling at the sight, before continuing on his way.

At the time, Wenda Rosie thought this man was extremely handsome—

But his brain must be sick.

But he was still incredibly handsome.
Sixteen-year-old Vinda Rosie stared at Gellert Grindelwald, and stared and stared and stared...
Grindelwald discovered it—

“Beautiful lady.” Gellert Grindelwald teleported to Vinda Rosie’s side, bent down with a smile, and asked, “What are you doing here?”

“At first I hoped he would take me home,” Mrs. Rosie said. “And he agreed… We chatted on the way home.”

“But after I got home…” Mrs. Rosie said with a smile in her eyes, “I didn’t want to go home… I left a letter for my parents… and then went on a trip through Europe with Mr. Grindelwald.”

"Together with him... we crossed mountains, rivers, battlefields and seas of fire... He explained his theories to me, he showed me the suffering of the world... We were like a pair of gods walking among the earth, high above, elegant and graceful," Mrs. Rosie continued with a smile.

“At the end of the journey…” Mrs. Rosie said, “he said he had something to tell me, and just when I thought he was going to confess his love to me… he took my hand and led me to a strange library…”

“Then he imprinted this on me…” Mrs. Rosie touched the mysterious runes on her four fingers, “and then showed me the future he had seen—”

“That was an existence I couldn’t comprehend, a mixture of colorless and multicolored smoke, a void and a fullness, it was Alpha and Omega, it was the beginning and the end, it was the start and the finish…” Mrs. Rosie said, “It was chaos…”

“But after I regained consciousness… my little finger disappeared…” Lady Rosie said, raising her hand. “Then he was like a different person… He told me that my left hand was a stigmata, proof that I was his first saint… He wanted me to go with him to change this world…”

“Then he also told me…” Mrs. Rosie continued, “that if he fails, I should go find this… find the chaos I just saw in his prophecy, find someone who has the same left hand as me…”

“He said…that is all hope…” Mrs. Rosie said firmly at the end, “that is our spark, our savior, our messiah…”

After reading Mrs. Rosie's memoirs, Thiera nodded silently.

—Until now, Tyella finally understands the meaning of Gellert Grindelwald's words on the tower of Nurmengard: "I give you authority, I give you my name, my image, my men."

“I understand…” Tiera said, then suddenly stopped—

Speaking of which...

Am I also brainwashed by Hermione using this same method?

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