Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 453 Lecture
"Tiera!" At that moment, a boy raised his hand—

Tierra remembered that his name was Michael Corner, and he seemed to be a young wizard from a mixed-race family.

“Please speak,” Tierra said.

“Why do we have to learn this stuff here?” Michael Conner said indignantly, seemingly dissatisfied with Tierra’s arrangements.

"What are these things you're referring to..." Tiera asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Those theories, and your reformist ideas,” Michael Corner said with dissatisfaction, “we’ve learned enough of that in Umbridge and Dumbledore’s classes!”

“Michael Conner…right?” Tierra said with a smile.

"Yes."

“So, Michael Corner, can you tell me the principle of magic?” Tierra asked.

"Hmm...hmm...hmm...hmm..." Michael Conner thought for a long time before answering, "I don't know."

“But I don’t need to know,” Michael Corner added immediately. “I can use spells without knowing the principles.”

"Then can you use it well?" Tierra retorted. "Are all of you genius wizards like Dumbledore or Voldemort?"

"Do you think you're born without practice, or even with very little practice, to master a spell? Or a certain type of magic?" Tiera said sarcastically. "I beg you, you're facing ruthless Death Eaters and Muggles who once hunted us."

"Do you think you have a lot of time? Do you think this is school practice?" Tiera said with a sneer. "Do you think that after you've been knocked down by the Death Eaters, and after you've been captured by the ruthless Muggles, you can just shrug it off, make a joke, say 'I give up,' and they'll send you home?"

"Don't be naive!" Tyella felt that after playing Dumbledore for so long, she had also acquired a bit of the authority of a superior. "Of course, you can choose to follow the old method, keep chanting the spells and practice, then spend ten times the time practicing, then ten times the time mastering it, and then ten times the time practicing the Silent Spell."

“Or you could spend twice as much time learning the principles of magic, twice as much time practicing, and then twice as much time practicing until you’re proficient,” Tiera said.

“Then why should we learn those reformist ideas?” Perhaps because Tyella was his peer, Michael Corner did not show the same awe as he did when facing Dumbledore. He raised his hand again to argue, “I don’t think this is necessary for improving our strength. Are we supposed to reason with Death Eaters when we encounter them?”

"What is power?" Tiera asked, then silently looked at everyone.

Harry, Ron, Hermione, and the other students all looked at each other, unsure of what to say.

"Wand? Potion? Magical item? Spell?" Tiera offered several options.

“No, none of that,” Tierra said. “Thoughts are our invincible weapon.”

“We are facing a long and brutal war,” Tiera said. If you’re going to say that, I’m not sleepy anymore. I was actually afraid you wouldn’t ask.

“We must be wary not only of the wands in the hands of our enemies, but also of their seemingly correct, reasonable, but actually cruel pure-blood supremacy ideology,” Tiera continued. “Many of us are pure-blood wizards, and we cannot guarantee the absolute loyalty of every one of us.”

“The betrayal of friends is more terrible and cruel than the slaughter of enemies,” Tierra said with a firm gaze. “Therefore, I hope that everyone who joins us can correct our thinking and face our own identity.”

"Who are we?" they asked as they walked back and forth.

“Is he a wizard? A pure-blood wizard? A half-blood wizard? A Muggle wizard?” Tiera threw out a few more words. “No, none of those,” Tiera said firmly. “Pure-blood and half-blood, wizards and Muggles have never been enemies.”

"Our war is not a war of bloodlines, but a struggle of classes!" Tierra declared passionately.

“They, those Death Eaters and those Muggles who want to hunt us, are all the same. They are neither pure-blood wizards nor Muggles; they have only one identity: a reactionary class that wants to ride roughshod over us! And we, we are revolutionaries representing the vast majority of the people!” Tierra continued. “Do you think we are facing just a minor skirmish? Do you think we can simply wait for our savior Harry to kill Voldemort and everything will be fine?”

“No, no, no, my colleagues, my companions,” Tiera said, shaking her head with a smile, “I can tell you here, I can tell you my latest prophecy—”

"Voldemort's death was not the end, but the beginning."

"The barrier between the wizarding and Muggle worlds will be broken."

"The entire planet will be plunged into turmoil in the coming decades."

“Not just wizards, but also magical creatures and Muggles,” Tierra said with a smile. “Evil, chaotic, and bizarre extraterrestrial beings will also descend upon Earth to join this chaotic feast.”

“We had better be prepared,” Tiera said with a sneer. “No, no, no, to be precise, you had better be prepared.”

“I’ve now transformed into a demon,” Tiera said with a laugh. “If I can’t win, I can possess someone else, or I can return to hell.”

“To be honest, while Hell doesn’t have as much delicious food or beautiful scenery as the human world,” Tiera said with a laugh, “the succubi there are really juicy.”

"So to put it bluntly, even if you all die, it has nothing to do with me," Tiera laughed. "I'll just silently mourn for you a few times."

After Tyella finished speaking, the young wizards present fell silent. Even Michael Corner, who had been arguing just moments before, seemed to have been persuaded and sat back down.

“Very good.” Tiera said with a smile, looked around, and rubbed her hands together in satisfaction after seeing that no one was talking anymore.

"Then let's start with the theory lesson now, everyone agrees, right?" Tiera said with a smile.

The young wizards looked at each other and then shook their heads simultaneously.

“Very good,” Tiera said with a smile. “Everyone has pens and paper on their tables. What I’m about to say is important; it’s the foundation of all magic. Please make sure you remember it well.”

"So, as an opening remark, have you ever wondered why we can use magic while Muggles can't, even though we look the same as them, have the same physical characteristics, and can even mate and have children?" Tierra asked. "So, what exactly is the difference between us?"

"Or to put it another way, using us and Muggles as a reference, can anyone tell me where magic originates?" Tierra asked.

Seeing everyone staring at her in silence, Tiera smiled and said:

"Please allow me to introduce the content of this lesson—"

"The Three-Dimensional Theory of Magic".

(End of this chapter)