Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 521 Prophecy about Godhood
"1989.6.28
Perfect, absolutely perfect, this fits my body perfectly.

Of course, when I first entered this body, I was a little uncomfortable, which was a normal rejection reaction. I still needed to take the Heris potion for a period of time to break in the connection between my soul and the body "Tierra".

Meanwhile, Albus helps Tiera fabricate a completely new identity, a completely new past, a person with no identity, and sooner or later someone will connect me with an artificial life form with no identity or origin.

However, I can't fabricate a similar background for him to mine—

After all, I am Gellert Grindelwald, not the real "Tyella," and it is very dangerous to confuse myself during the process of becoming a god.

This is why I keep a diary. Gellert Grindelwald before 1945 exists in everyone's heart, in the heart of my saints, in the heart of my enemies, in history books, in legends, and in the hatred or worship of their descendants.

But the Gellert Grindelwald after 1945 only existed in Albus Dumbledore's mind, only in this dark, damp chamber. My ascension ritual needs an anchor; I need an anchor to pull me back from the fourth dimension of divinity, and a wrong anchor will only pull back a wrong version of myself—

He's either a mad Gellert Grindelwald or a power chimera devoid of self-awareness.

Either scenario is extremely frightening.

Even at the risk of completely exposing my secret to Albus, I must continue writing in my diary.

"1991.5.13
With Albus and I working together, we have finally fabricated a flawless backstory for "Tierra". Now all we need to do is use a little confusion charm so that the Book of Admission and the Pen of Acceptance can send me my Hogwarts admission letter.

To make my backstory more believable and seamless, I need to move to London for a while.

Fortunately, I used my spare time to make a pair of 'communication books' for Albus, so that Albus and I could stay in touch through these two books even when we were in different places.

"1991.5.23
Today I received my Hogwarts acceptance letter, which means that Albus successfully used the Confusion Charm to fool the Pen of Acceptance and the Book of Admission.

Sure enough, Albus contacted me through the 'Book of Communications' during lunch today.

No, to be precise, Albus brought me good news.

He helped me get the Philosopher's Stone from Nicholas Flamel.

The Philosopher's Stone, the 'gate' in the rite of becoming a god, the origin of the fourth dimension—it would be a bit rushed to start forging it now; it's much better to just have one ready-made.

Of course, Albus would never say that he wanted the Philosopher's Stone to help Gellert Grindelwald, the first Dark Lord, become a god. I guess he would say that he wanted to use the Philosopher's Stone to lure the half-dead second Dark Lord.

After all, ever since Voldemort's downfall, Dumbledore had been pretending to be worried that he would be resurrected.

His appearance successfully fooled everyone.

"1991.7.29
Albus sent Rubeus Hagrid, the gamekeeper at Hogwarts, to escort Tyella into the wizarding world.

Yes, it is true that Tyella needs a witness to enter the wizarding world, but why did Albus also have Hagrid bring Harry Potter along?
Does he want me to help take care of his little savior?

There was absolutely no need for that. Could Voldemort, with his idiotic brain, have imagined that Harry Potter would be the key to his godhood?

"1991.7.30
Okay, so Albus actually meant it that way, wanting me to be his babysitter and take good care of this little savior.

"1991.9.1
Today I finally boarded the express train to Hogwarts.

Honestly, it's actually quite fun.

But I soon got a little bored.

After all, I'm already an old man who's almost a hundred years old, but now I'm being asked to pretend to be an eleven-year-old kid who knows absolutely nothing about the magical world. It's torture for me.

In particular, the entire train journey was filled with children's self-righteous struggles and childish cliques.

I felt like I was getting goosebumps all over—but then I soon discovered something special.

That brat named Draco Malfoy seems to have some traces of dark magic on him.

It looks a bit like a Horcrux.

Hehe, if nothing unexpected happens, it should be Voldemort's Horcrux.

We need to find a way to trick them into giving us this.

Having read this far, Voldemort roughly understood what was going on. He had no patience to painstakingly read through Grindelwald's daily journal entries as Tyrell, quickly skipping the first part of the first year and impatiently flipping directly to the Christmas entries—

"1991.12.24
Tonight is Christmas Eve.

Sure enough, just as I expected, after more than a semester of my relentless provocation and suppression, Draco Malfoy and that idiot Lucius Malfoy obediently sent over Voldemort's Horcruxes as Christmas gifts.

This is the best Christmas gift I've ever received.

To be precise, aside from the gifts Albus gave me, this was the best Christmas present I've ever received.

I think I can begin crafting my ladder.

Although I'm not using my own Soul Weapon, the effect is actually quite similar. As long as the materials of the three tiers are of the same origin, the only difference between using my own Soul Weapon and using three Soul Weapons derived from others lies in the magnitude of the power after becoming a god.

Soul artifacts that split from one's own soul have a higher degree of compatibility with themselves when passing through the four-dimensional origin during the ascension ritual. After being tempered by the ascension ritual, they contain less impurity. In other words, they have greater growth potential after becoming gods and are more likely to obtain powerful divine power.

But that's none of my business.

Anyway, that fool Voldemort couldn't see the true meaning of the prophecy about his death, so he could never become a god.

If he doesn't become a god, then I will be the only one to become a god for the next few centuries.

"1993.9.17
Today was my first divination class.

Although I had absolutely no need to take this course, to be precise, I never intended to choose it in the first place.

But then I thought again, I actually don't need to take any of the classes at Hogwarts.

From this perspective, the divination class, which I can sleep through in class and get a high grade on the final exam by just making up some nonsense, seems pretty good.

Today in class, someone used an excessive amount of Shelley scented candles—

That's not quite accurate; it should be that the divination classroom was constantly burning an excessive amount of Shelley incense.

Sybil Trelawney must be getting a little anxious because she hasn't made an accurate prediction in a long time.

But perhaps it's time for me to make a prediction.

I still need a prophecy to determine when and how I, as 'Tierra', should embark on my path to godhood.

Perhaps it is a blessing of fate, but everyone who has the potential to become a god receives, directly or indirectly, a prophecy about their own death.

Some fools, like Voldemort, will think of rebelling against them, or even breaking them.

Unfortunately, fate cannot be broken, it can only be deceived.

(End of this chapter)