Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 517 Secret
The secret passage behind the brass faucet was just as Voldemort remembered: filthy, dark, and filled with a pungent, fishy stench.

But Voldemort didn't care and continued flying downwards into the darkness.

……

“Welcome to the great cause, Coban Alex.” The Tiera on the stage gave the other Tiera a tight hug, then the two Tiera stood side-by-side on the stage, hands raised, looking at the circle of people who were too terrified to move.

"You are also welcome to join the ranks of the great change!" the two Tyellas said simultaneously.

The enormous, tentacle-like shadows began to spread again, gradually climbing towards their shadows.

"no no!"

"Help! Help!"

"Spare me, spare me! I, I, we didn't betray you! We, we were all forced into this!"

The Aurors and dark wizards, who had been so aggressive just moments before, were now filled with wailing and lamentation.

The roles of hunter and prey can be easily switched.

“Just like I said—” The tentacles in the shadows had already clung to their shadows, and they could do nothing more, like flies caught in a spider’s web, left with only the deepest despair and the strongest fear.

“I’ve said it before, I love gifts!” The two Tyreras stood side by side, raising their hands simultaneously and proclaiming loudly—

"I bestow money upon you!"

"I bestow power upon you!"

"I bestow upon you strength!"

"Life is a gift to you!"

"Thus I ensure your absolute revolutionary nature, and thus I ensure your absolute loyalty!"

Tentacles coiled around the waves of shadow, and the shadows of the bound sank into them.

Their real bodies began to twist and deform, and finally, amidst the gradually fading curses of pain, everyone became Tiera, taking on Tiera's appearance.

“Now…” Tiera—

At the very beginning, Tierra stepped onto the stage and smiled at Connelly Fudge, who was standing to one side of the platform, completely stunned, and said:

"May we have our Grand Secretary General, Mr. Cornelius Fudge, deliver his inaugural address?" Tierra said to everyone with a smile.

“Oh, of course, okay, okay.” Another Tyella—

Corban Alex, disguised as Tyella, slapped his forehead and responded with the same smile, "I was being presumptuous. Mr. Tyella has no suspicion of murder. Godwin Selwyn was indeed a Death Eater, and his death in the recent Ministry of Magic riot was his own fault, which was legal and reasonable."

"Alright, guys, let's pack up and enjoy this rare feast," Tiera said, turning to the other Tiera.

"Oh, of course."

"Okay, okay, to be honest, I am a little hungry."

"Hopefully there will be some roast chicken and roast ribs left."

All the Tiera seemed to be completely different individuals, chatting and joking among themselves as they dispersed into the crowd.

The entire hall of the Ministry of Magic was now completely silent, as if everyone had been silenced or petrified. Apart from the voices of the Tyrells, no one spoke.

The true masterminds behind this rebellion and conspiracy were on edge, watching helplessly as the "Tiera" approached them, and then, amidst a sense of powerlessness and frustration, watching them walk away.

These Tiera didn't even give them a second glance, as if they were nothing more than insignificant ants, not worth paying attention to.

Connelly Fudge was brought back to the podium, but everyone could hear the fear in his voice compared to his previous speeches.

“Dumbledore, I, I, I, I quit, I, I think, I think, I think, I'd rather, I'd rather retire—” Horace Slughorn said to Dumbledore almost instantly, continuing Cornelius Fudge’s speech. “Aha! Professor Horace Slughorn!” A Tyella suddenly appeared out of nowhere, and immediately grabbed Slughorn’s hand and shook it up and down.

"I heard from Headmaster Dumbledore that you'd like to return to Hogwarts to continue teaching?" Tyrell said with a smile.

"I, I, I, I..." Slughorn's face turned deathly pale, and he turned to Dumbledore for help—

"Yes, my old friend Slughorn couldn't stand the endless boredom of retirement and the Death Eaters who would break into his house without asking for his permission, so he decided to return to Hogwarts to teach."

"No, no, no, no, no, no, I, I, I, I, I didn't, I didn't!" Slughorn stammered. "I, I, I, I still, still, still think, think my, my retirement life is pretty good. Pretty good, I mean... I mean my, my physical strength... my physical strength is a little lacking, and I might not be able to complete such, such a heavy teaching task."

"So you mean life itself?" Tiera said with a faint smile. "So the reward you crave is life?"

"What?!" Slughorn exclaimed in shock. "No, no! No!! My, I mean... I mean..."

“Alright.” Slughorn lowered his head resignedly. “I…I think I still miss life at Hogwarts.”

……

Deep beneath Hogwarts, Voldemort flew down through filthy pipes for about ten minutes before finally stepping onto solid ground.

But when he emerged from the flying black mist and transformed back into human form, a clear look of astonishment and disbelief appeared on Voldemort's pale face—

This place is vastly different from when he last visited.

No, perhaps "different" is not enough to describe the changes involved—

"Stop the spell!" Voldemort waved his wand and chanted a spell.

But nothing had changed around them; everything remained exactly as Voldemort had seen it.

The Chamber of Secrets has undergone a complete transformation from Voldemort's memory of it.

Voldemort first entered the Chamber of Secrets in the winter of 1942, when he was sixteen years old. After reporting Hagrid to the Ministry of Magic that summer in exchange for a special merit medal, Voldemort never entered the Chamber again.

After sliding out of the filthy, dark pipe, there was a huge, equally dark and sticky cave. The cave seemed to have been formed naturally, and half of it appeared to have collapsed. Near the entrance was a large pile of green-moss-covered stones, and the ground was covered with the skeletons of rats, fish, frogs, birds, and other animals that had rotted into mud.

And now-

The room was brightly lit, with a huge magic chandelier hanging at the top, which was the source of all the light in the cave. The naturally formed, irregular and dilapidated cave was wrapped in dark marble pillars and black wood with natural patterns, turning it into an ancient and elegant room.

At the site where the cave had collapsed, where the moss-covered rocks had once been, stood a tall, heavy bookshelf. On the bookshelf, notebooks wrapped in brown leather were neatly arranged from bottom to top in chronological order.

In addition, there were two sets of solid wood tables and chairs with exquisite carvings. On the two huge carved tables and chairs, countless papers, documents, and unfinished notebooks with leather covers were scattered haphazardly.

Voldemort stepped forward, picked up a notebook, and casually flipped through it—

"1980.6.28
We succeeded! Ten months ago, Albus and I finally found the last piece of magical gene. Now, we've finally created the perfect vessel. Albus originally wanted to name him Adam, but I disagreed—

Adam, what a foolish, backward, and ignorant name.

We did not create Adam, nor Jehovah.

We are creating a completely new era, a great beginning.

So I decided I would call him—

Tierra”

Voldemort was terrified, his whole body feeling as if it had been soaked in ice water.

He flipped the notebook to the very front, to the cover—

GG For Greater Good
The cover features an equilateral triangle, a circle, and a vertical line running through the entire circle.

(End of this chapter)