Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 520 Credibility
"Did he get it?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes, I'm reading." Tierra—

One of the Tyrells said casually, then picked up a piece of smoked salmon, put it in his mouth, and slowly ate it.

“There’s something I’ve never quite understood,” Dumbledore asked, puzzled. “What exactly are you trying to do?”

"There will be no more distinction between wizards and Muggles, no more distinction between humans and non-human beings, no more oppression, no more exploitation, no more—"

“No, that’s not it,” Dumbledore interrupted. “I’m asking about your purpose in this matter. You lured Voldemort back to Hogwarts, let him into the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin, and even left the complete information about the ascension ritual there. What was your purpose?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” Tiera said with a smile, “Let him become a god.”

"Why? Why did you make him a god?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled. "You clearly had the ability to destroy him, but you didn't. If you only wanted him to be an external threat to unite the wizarding world, you had no need to make Voldemort a god, no need to give him such great power."

“My real goal is to make him a god,” Tiera said with a smile. “As for making him an external threat that can unite the wizards of the magical world, to be honest, he’s not the only option. I have other options, but you certainly wouldn’t agree to them because many people would die.”

"So you want to treat Tom like Hathaway Romanoff?" Dumbledore asked, "to turn him into a tool at the end of the initiation ceremony, or in other words, into your 'authority'?"

“That’s pretty much the plan,” Tiera said. “But obviously, I can’t just show up in front of him and throw the notebook of the ascension ritual in his face, so I can only use a little trick to induce him to complete the ascension ritual.”

"What? Are you feeling sorry for him?" Seeing that Dumbledore had stopped speaking, Tyella guessed what he was thinking. "Even at this point, you still want to save his soul?"

“No.” Dumbledore sighed, shook his head, and denied it. “I’m just a little sad. I’m old, and I don’t know many people left except for those from the Golden Book Council, even though many of my students have passed away before me.”

"So you're starting to miss this dark wizard?" Tierra asked.

“No, it’s just sadness,” Dumbledore said. “And perhaps a little regret. You know, he was very talented, and if I hadn’t already experienced Gellert, I probably would have done everything I could to nurture him, just like Slughorn.”

“That’s good,” Tierra said with a smile, taking a sip of red wine.

Hogwarts, the Chamber of Secrets in Slytherin, which is located miles below the ground.

"Open," Voldemort finally finished flipping through all the diaries and stood before the bronze door leading to the true secret chamber, reciting in a hoarse Parsleyan voice.

but--

The huge, round bronze door remained unopened, still firmly embedded in the wall.

Voldemort growled angrily, then after a moment of contemplation, changed his words in Parsleyan—

"For a greater goal."

"choke--"

This time, the massive bronze door finally stirred.

A small metallic snake crawled out from a corner of the bronze door, circled it once, and then the bronze door slowly opened in front of Voldemort.

Although Voldemort had anticipated what lay behind the bronze door, he was still greatly surprised when it was fully opened and Grindelwald's laboratory was completely revealed before him. The original Chamber of Secrets of Slytherin was a dimly lit room with only one passage in the middle leading to the enormous stone face of Slytherin. On both sides of the passage were endless black waters, from which many stone pillars carved with coiled and intertwined snakes rose, towering and supporting the ceiling that melted into the darkness above. Long, eerie black shadows were cast throughout the room.

but now--

Now, the room is illuminated by magical lights hanging from the ceiling and serpentine pillars, the bright white light filling every corner of this underground chamber and dispelling the endless darkness.

Under bright white light—

This place is filled with an endless stream of corpses.

In the dark waters, atop towering stone pillars, and along narrow passageways, corpses lay neatly piled one after another—

Like stacking bricks or timber, one after another, extremely similar corpses—

A corpse that looked remarkably similar to Tiera.

These corpses had Tiera's face and similar bodies, but more so, they resembled a combination of a human and an animal, or a fusion of two humans.

However, most of them had rotted to the point of exposing their bones, and countless maggots and rats were crawling on the corpses, gnawing on the rotting flesh.

Each corpse had a bracelet on its right hand, with a number on it.

Voldemort could see them from T-034 to T-483, which means there were at least 483 corpses here.

Countless Tiera were piled up haphazardly in corners and ponds, like lab rats, left to rot slowly.

Even from Voldemort's perspective, the scene here was far too bizarre and terrifying.

But Voldemort still went inside and walked towards the experimental table at the end of the passage. There, on the dark table of the experimental table, under the dim light, Voldemort saw a diary made of almost the same material as the one outside.

Voldemort had a premonition that those diaries would be the most important ones—

If the diaries outside are sorted by date, the diaries from 1989 to 1995 are missing, which are the diaries from before and after Tierra's enrollment.

It may contain the most crucial information about the ritual of becoming a god.

"By the way," Dumbledore asked, still in the Ministry of Magic's Great Hall, "where did you get the corpse you used to decorate your Chamber of Secrets?"

"Are you worried that I will kill innocent people indiscriminately?" Tierra retorted.

“Of course,” Dumbledore said without looking at her.

“I remember saying that death is a waste, and no life should be wasted if it serves a greater purpose,” Tierra said with a smile. “These corpses are from the Infernals in the cave where Voldemort hid his Horcruxes.”

“Apart from Regulus Black’s body, all the other corpses have been transformed into my image, or an image similar to mine, as evidence of Grindelwald’s evil experiments, making everything more believable.”

(End of this chapter)