Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 511 Bashida Bashat
“If I remember correctly, Slughorn is your old colleague, isn’t he?” Tyella replied to Dumbledore in the same way. “Your old colleague, your old friend, and you’re still pushing him into the fire?”

"So you knew this place was a pit of fire, huh?" Dumbledore said. "Then why did you lead us into it?"

"As the saying goes, every difficult road must be paved by the brave with their strong feet," Tierra said with a smile. "Your feet are very strong, so the capable should do more. Step on them a few more times and pave a smooth road for those who come after, such as Harry, Hermione, and Ron."

"But for some reason, it always sounds more like paving a bright future for you," Dumbledore said ruthlessly.

“I have reached the end of a difficult road,” Tierra replied with a smile. “I have no personal desires; the interests of the people are above all else.”

After a soft chuckle from Dumbledore, there was no further sound.

After a brief, virtual couple chat between Dumbledore and Tyrell, standing among the crowd at the Ministry of Magic, Dumbledore stopped contacting Tyrell and instead began actively reaching out to his old friends.

If it were simply about establishing a magic university and setting up master's and doctoral degrees in magic, Dumbledore would undoubtedly support it wholeheartedly. Even though he didn't approve of Tyrell's strict three-generation political vetting system for admission to the magic university and graduate programs, this still wouldn't prevent him from supporting Tyrell's establishment of the magic university. The only problem, however, was—

Dumbledore had no idea what was hidden behind Tyrell's beneficial policies, nor did he know what kind of selfish desires Tyrell harbored.

Dumbledore was truly terrified of being tricked by Tierra.

Especially after Tyrell shared his detailed notes on his ordination ceremony in an incredibly generous manner, Dumbledore always had a feeling that he was being plotted against by Tyrell at any moment.

From the records of Tyrell's ascension to godhood, Dumbledore could vaguely sense that the ritual for Tyrell's ascension to godhood was being planned almost from the moment he received his Hogwarts acceptance letter.

The theft of the Philosopher's Stone was just the beginning. From the moment Hagrid went to pick up Tiera before the start of the first year, a dark conspiracy, as thick as a storm cloud, began to gather in Tiera's heart.

Over the years, whether overt or covert, the unusual noises that Dumbledore either noticed or ignored were always outward manifestations of Tyrell's conspiracy.

If Tyrell hadn't intervened herself for the sake of the ascension ceremony, Dumbledore probably wouldn't have been able to see the full extent of that conspiracy.

The past was too secretive and complicated for Dumbledore to sort out, nor did he have the energy to do so.

But Dumbledore still wanted to understand why Tyrell was behaving so maturely; Tyrell's behavior had left a lingering unease in Dumbledore's mind.

Dumbledore's mind was far less open-minded than Nicholas Flamel's. If he didn't understand why Tyrell possessed a maturity far exceeding that of ordinary children, then Dumbledore would never be able to ignore a certain possibility that might arise in the future—

Who knows when in the future another child, even more mature, smarter, and more ambitious than Tyrell, might appear at Hogwarts and stand before him.

This idea and possibility is not just Dumbledore's overreaction.

He once thought that Grindelwald and Tom Riddle were already the pinnacle of intelligence among young wizards, but he never expected that Tyella would suddenly appear out of nowhere.

This is why Dumbledore accepted Slughorn's re-employment request almost immediately. Dumbledore had indeed extended a re-employment invitation to Slughorn after his previous retirement, because at that time Dumbledore's biggest problem was Voldemort, and he desperately needed some of Voldemort's childhood memories from Slughorn's mind.

However, as Tyrell gradually rose to prominence, Dumbledore's attention shifted from the resurrected Voldemort to the god-like Tyrell, and Slughorn was temporarily forgotten by Dumbledore.

However, Slughorn's self-recommendation made Dumbledore think that perhaps he should change his approach—

Since Tyrell's existence was already a fait accompli, even if Dumbledore wanted to know the reason for Tyrell's formation, he wouldn't know where to begin. Therefore, Dumbledore could only address his anxieties from another angle: join Tyrell's system and create an extremely stable teaching system according to Tyrell's wishes, forcing those young wizards with unique talents who might appear at any time in the future to follow a predetermined path.

To put it bluntly, it's about bringing in all the old foxes to make it impossible for any potential Dark Lords who haven't yet matured to move forward.

And if these potential future dark lords can deceive all the old foxes and grow stronger—

Congratulations, they are about to face the most wicked dark lord to date, Tyra.

The thought of those annoying, restless little geniuses having to rack their brains, outwit and outmaneuver the despicable, malicious, and treacherous Tyella in the future made Dumbledore feel much lighter as he mourned for those little geniuses.

The thought of Tyrell having to worry and fret over those genius young wizards who might appear at any time made Dumbledore feel even better.

After catching up with Slughorn and the other centenarian wizards, Dumbledore went to the dining table, picked up a glass of fruit wine to moisten his throat, and said that he had just persuaded four wizards over ninety years old, including Horace Slughorn, to serve as professors and tutors at Tyella Magic University.

After finishing a glass of fruit wine, Dumbledore picked up a glass of red wine, but this time he didn't drink it immediately. Instead, he looked around first—

"Oh! Aunt Bathilda Bagshot!" Dumbledore feigned surprise and jogged over to a hunched old woman sitting alone on a bench.

The hunched old woman, dressed entirely in black and looking very tired, slowly ate the chocolate pudding in her hand with a small spoon.

The hunched old woman, or rather, Bathilda Bagshot, slowly raised her head, looked at Dumbledore who was walking towards her, lifting his long dress, and a look of surprise slowly appeared on her face—

“Abu Si, it’s been a long time,” said Bashid al-Bashat.

“It has been a long time, Aunt Bagshot. It’s been about fifty years, hasn’t it? You haven’t left Godric’s Hollow for about fifty years,” Dumbledore said with a gentle smile. “I wonder what brings you here today.”

“Oh, I… Ah.” Bathilda Bagshot raised her head calmly, but did not look at Dumbledore. Her gaze went past Dumbledore’s smile and into the distance. Suddenly, she sighed.

“I heard, I heard, I heard that kid named Tierra… he… he looks a lot like him,” said Bashida Bashat. “I’m so old, so… old, I kind of miss him, I kind of miss him, I kind of look like him.”

(End of this chapter)