Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 515 Respect
“Mr. Lockhart, please come with us,” the leading Auror wizard said to Tyella.

Corban Alex, a fierce-looking but dull-witted wizard, is also the newly appointed deputy commander of the Auror Command.

Following Cornelius Fudge's announcement of the "Ministry of Magic Internal Rectification Act," the Auror Command, the Ministry of Magic's only violent agency, underwent restructuring.

Tiera dismissed, reassigned, or gave leave to all the loyal and upright wizards in the entire Auror Command. Those who remained were either entangled in shady dealings with pure-blood families and Death Eaters, or their conduct was inherently unclean.

“There are still some doubts surrounding the murder of Godwin Selwyn, and I hope you can cooperate with our investigation,” Coban Alex said with an upright expression.

"Hehehehe." Tiera suddenly laughed—

It wasn't Tiera's usual polite and thin smile, but rather a blatant, maniacal laugh, filled with endless mockery, satisfaction, and contempt.

“You are so foolish, hopelessly foolish.” Tiera laughed, but a cold glint appeared in her eyes, and her arrogant laughter gradually turned into contemptuous words.

Tierela reached out and gently patted Cornelius Fudge, indicating that he could now leave.

Cornelius Fudge felt as if he had been granted a pardon and slunk away.

Tierra calmly stepped forward and, under everyone's gaze, walked onto the stage where Connery Fudge had just delivered his speech.

“You are so foolish, hopelessly foolish.” Tiera repeated the words for the third time, her tone growing more contemptuous and angry with each repetition, as if watching some farce. “I pushed you toward a more advanced social system, I established a more efficient administrative system for you, I constructed a more complete and fair legal system, I even wanted to share with you more profound knowledge and the secrets of godhood, and what was the result? The result was that you betrayed me?”

"We must find out the cause of Godwin Selwyn's death!" shouted a wizard from a pure-blood family.

“We cannot allow you to slaughter our pure-blood wizards like flies, you wretched mudblood!” Umbridge shouted viciously.

"Oh ho ho ho ho," Tiera laughed again, her contempt even more pronounced. "You can put away your act now, Umbridge."

“My name is Charlotte Selwyn, and I am a descendant of the Selwyn family—”

"Whatever you say goes." Tiera ruthlessly interrupted Umbridge's self-deception, but had no intention of further shattering her facade. You can never wake someone who's pretending to be asleep; simply exposing a pretense would be both boring and tedious for Tiera, even a little disgusting. At least Umbridge's current disguise was far more pleasing to the eye than her original appearance.

“You don’t understand me. I am not a murderer,” Tiera said gently. “What I want to eliminate is not purebloods, but pureblood families.”

"The power of the pure-blood families in the British wizarding world is simply too great. They not only control a large amount of means of production, but also monopolize a vast amount of knowledge," Tiera said earnestly. "That knowledge could have been shared, researched, used to promote social progress, and used to better benefit the magical world, but it has been locked away in the libraries of those pure-blood families, left to gather dust. Even if this invaluable knowledge rots in a corner where it never sees the light of day, they are unwilling to share it."

"These are the legacy of our ancestors, our legitimate property. Even under the laws of your soon-to-be-established new government, our assets, our collection of knowledge and books, are all perfectly legal," a pure-blood wizard said urgently.

“Oh, yes,” Tierra said with a sneer. “Don’t you yourselves know how your ancestors acquired these ‘legitimate’ properties?”

"Your first batch of wizards possessed immense power. During the repeated catastrophes in the wizarding world, instead of leading the vast majority of wizards and other magical creatures to resist the disasters and the Muggle witch hunts, you took advantage of the chaos, distributing your means of subsistence and using bloodlines, spells, and the protection afforded during catastrophes to plunder the means of production from other wizards. A few saw their means of production increase, but the majority of wizards had their means of production completely plundered, becoming dependents, becoming proletarians—"

"The old Ministry of Magic was thus born."

“What I hope for is to eliminate exploitation, to distribute the means of production equally, so that every wizard, whether Muggle, pure-blood, or half-blood, can sit together on equal footing, to learn the magic they want to learn on equal footing, to have the same starting point, and the same opportunities.” Thiers pointed to Hagrid, who stood out from the crowd, and said loudly, “I hope that more wizards like him can sit at Hogwarts at the age of eleven and learn magic alongside other young wizards.”

“I also hope that centaurs and house-elves can truly integrate into our wizarding society, not just waste their lives, which are just as precious as wizards’, in the depths of desolate forests and provide meaningless, cheap services to pure-blood families,” Tierra said loudly in her uniquely resonant voice. “I hope they can integrate, I hope they can enjoy the same rights as wizards, I hope their children can receive the same education as wizards, and I hope that among their descendants will be great wizards like Dumbledore, Nicholas Flamel, and Slytherin.”

“Of course, there are also our vampire and werewolf friends!” Tiera said with a smile, opening her arms wide. “They are no different from wizards, are they? Although they each have their own weaknesses and shortcomings, what does it matter? Our Magical Federation is very inclusive and powerful, and we are willing to face these difficulties with you.”

“But now—” Tiera’s tone shifted, pointing to the Aurors and dark wizards approaching him, “to establish such an inclusive and powerful government, we must liberate the means of production. We must ensure that every wizard, centaur, house-elf, vampire, and werewolf possesses equal means of production. Everyone can access that knowledge for free. Everyone, through hard work, can afford the potions, magical items, and herbs they desire. We must also break up all pure-blood families. We must harm their interests.”

"Enough! Enough! Enough!" Umbridge roared shrilly. "You're spreading heresy! You're alarmist! This is all just an excuse for you to become a Mudblood Demon King! Arrest him! You killed my cousin! You—"

“Therefore, I respect life.” Tierra ignored Umbridge and continued, “I respect life—”

(End of this chapter)