Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 463 The Ascension Ceremony Research Group is Established

After that, Nikolai, Wu Peirong, Chief Thunderbird, and Maka-Fal-Monkasha asked Tiera some other questions about the details of the initiation ceremony. Tiera answered them one by one in great detail, which made the elders nod frequently.

It wasn't really anything special; it was mainly about the ceremonies that Tierra helped Hathaway Romanoff design.

Actually, the rest of the ascension ritual is relatively easy to handle; it's just that you can use a lot of calculations and rare materials to accumulate them, so they are all controllable variables.

However, there is no scientific method to observe, count, or calculate the anchor, bond, and Holy Spirit in the initiation ritual.

Therefore, Tiera attempted to replace the ethereal and immeasurable anchor, bond, and holy spirit with more sophisticated magical rituals.

At the same time, external efforts were used to fill in Hathaway's lack of magical theoretical knowledge.

Of course, although Tiera's original plan to use Hathaway Romanoff was certainly not simply to make her a god, the path to godhood was one that had to be taken either way, so sharing the plan before the godhood ceremony with them was completely fine.

Perhaps it was Tiera's honesty, or perhaps it was the meticulousness of Tiera's overall plan, but Tiera could clearly sense that the elders present were interested in Tiera's plan.

After all, when a person is killed, they die.

Apart from Dumbledore and Tyrell, none of those present dared to confidently claim they could withstand the Killing Curse without dying.

Don't be fooled by the fact that the oldest person here, besides Tiera, is over a thousand years old and the youngest is 103. They all say they've had enough of life, are tired of living, and that life is really meaningless. But if you really asked them to die, these old guys would smash your brains out if they didn't.

It's only because these few people are so devoted to academics that if they were to really fight for power, even Voldemort would probably have to step aside.

Of course, these old foxes are all the type to not act until they see results. They are indeed interested in Tiera's plan, but they won't increase their investment just because of a few words from Tiera.

“These things…are all quite valuable…” Ms. Maka-Fal-Monkasa said at this moment, “Isn’t it a bit wasteful to just use these things for an experiment?”

“If Ms. Monkasa had an artificial life form that had already reached the third level, I could immediately perform a godhood ceremony for you as well.” Tiera’s words exposed Maka-Fal-Monkasa’s little scheme.

"Why so soon?" Chief Thunderbird asked, puzzled. "From your description, it seems you're about to hold Hathaway Romanov's ascension ceremony soon. I'd like to know why the rush?"

“Hathaway’s three steps are war and plunder, plague and decay, famine and desolation, and her ultimate divinity will be the divinity of death,” Tiera said with a smile. “We need a powerful dark wizard… like Voldemort, to help us complete the ritual with a killing curse.”

“Voldemort?” Nick Flamel and Dumbledore both raised their eyebrows, but said nothing more.

"The spiderlings in the Forbidden Forest of Hogwarts are constantly yearning for fresh flesh and blood from humans and wizards because they cannot obtain it," Tyella said. "This is a famine."

"The Weasley twins' prank candy at Hogwarts has caused a lot of students and a certain teacher to fall ill," Tyella added. "It's a plague."

“Voldemort will lead the Death Eaters to a major war at the British Ministry of Magic in mid-June next year,” Tierra said, picking at her golden right eye. “It’s war.” “At the end of the war, Voldemort’s Killing Curse will bring death—” Tierra said with a smile, “bringing the divinity of death.”

“How can you be so sure that Voldemort will follow your script?” Wu Peirong asked. “He’s not an easy wizard to control.”

“We have the bait he wants most—” Tyella said with a laugh, “Harry Potter.”

"He has always wanted to kill Harry Potter, and once Harry Potter leaves Hogwarts, Voldemort will definitely take action himself."

Wu Peirong nodded, which was taken as her approval.

"Can't this process be postponed?" Chief Thunderbird asked again.

“I’m sorry, I can’t.” Tiera declined with a faint smile. “This is the best time… to be precise, this is the best moment for the divinity of death.”

"So we'll only get one chance to observe?" Chief Thunderbird asked again. "Honestly, it's not very valuable to just stand by and watch with so many precious materials."

“Oh, come on then,” Wu Peirong said impatiently, slamming the list on the table and handing it to Tiera. “Let us observe, and allow us to bring any instruments to record. Nicholas Lemaire and I can provide all the magical items here within five months, as well as gold equivalent to 300,000 Galleons, and… Philosopher’s Stones.”

“But I have one condition: consider this magic stone a loan from us, and return one to us within three years,” Wu Peirong added.

“No problem,” Tierra readily agreed.

“I guarantee I can provide all fifty-seven of the herbs on the list within two months,” Maka-Fal-Monkasha said, then glanced at Chief Thunderbird. “I can gather all fifty-seven in my little garden. As for the remaining thirteen… I can try to borrow them from my students. But I’m afraid I can’t provide the Hebrew Red Worm Eggs and the Nellie Wood Shavings. You’ll have to find a way to get those yourself.”

“No problem.” Tiera nodded with a smile, inwardly marveling at the fact that he truly lived to be a 103-year-old master of flesh and blood magic. The Hebrew red worm eggs, Nellie wood shavings, teeth of giants over fifty years old, and bellbird feathers were exactly what Tiera planned to use to concoct the giantification potion for Klopp.

"Wait, wait!" Chief Thunderbird finally couldn't sit still any longer. "Alright, alright, I can provide the gold! No need to trouble Ms. Wu, I can provide gold equivalent to all 570,000 Galleons."

"Anyway, I haven't been to those white pigs' Federal Reserve in a long time, so I might as well go." Chief Thunderbird muttered.

“The same as always, I’ll handle the Sky Gold, the Flowing Silver, and the Pillar Bronze for you,” Salazar Slytherin said in a hoarse voice, “and create panic.”

“Very good.” Tierra clapped her hands, then looked at Dumbledore.

"Why?" Dumbledore shrugged. "You guys do your thing, I don't need it. I can become a phoenix just by dying, why bother?"

"Alright then." Tierra clapped her hands again and said with a grin, "Now that the research group is officially established, does anyone have any objections?"

(End of this chapter)