Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 534 Coronation
Vinda Rosie crossed the square in front of Hogwarts and stepped onto the stairs.

The massive main gate of Hogwarts opened automatically, revealing Tyella standing inside the doorway.

“Welcome, Lady Rosie. It’s been a long time. I wonder how you have been?” Tiera said gently.

"Good evening, my esteemed Lord Chaos." Wenda Rosie bowed and nodded slightly in greeting.

“Just call me Tiera,” Tiera said with a smile. “Chaos is not a good word, so use it sparingly in the future and be careful with your words.”

After saying that, Tiera snapped her fingers lightly.

The surrounding scenery, like a watercolor painting soaked in water, was tinged with color, turning into a chaotic, pitch-black void in an instant.
Then, in an instant, it returned to its clear and bright state.

Wenda Rosie found herself in a spacious office—

This is a spacious and beautiful circular room filled with all sorts of funny little noises.

On the long-legged table sat many strange and wonderful silver objects, spinning and emitting wisps of smoke. The walls were covered with portraits of former Hogwarts headmasters, both men and women, but they stood there frozen, motionless, like ordinary oil paintings in the Muggle world.

There was also a huge table in the room with claw-shaped legs. On a shelf behind the table sat a tattered, wrinkled wizard's hat.

Sorting cap.

"Where is this..." Wenda Rosie looked around, "Is this the principal's office?"

“To be precise, it’s another principal’s office.” Tierra plopped down in her office chair, then waved her hand, and a pot of hot tea appeared on the desk, slowly floating up and being poured into two teacups.

“This is another Hogwarts, a mirrored Hogwarts that I created using my spatial authority. I’ve brought you here once before. If you want to come again, you can simply pass through the mirror of Hogwarts to get here,” Tierra explained slowly. “To ensure the integrity of the spiritual dimension of the real-world Hogwarts, all the magic in this world is provided by my spiritual dimension.”

“Your power is unfathomable and admirable,” Venda Rosie exclaimed.

"Sit down. No need for flattery." Tiera pushed a cup of black tea toward Venda Rosie, and with a wave of his hand, the chair opposite him was pushed outwards. "Visiting so late, you must have something important to discuss with me, right?"

“Yes, Mr. Tyella.” Venda Rosie sat down gracefully. “As you probably already know, the Magic Alliance has set up a temporary base at the Strait of Dover in France. Wizards from all the European Ministry of Magic have completed their assembly. Wizards from the Americas, Japan, and Southeast Asia who are coming to participate in the war are expected to arrive at the Strait of Dover in three to seven days.”

"Okay, I understand." Tierra calmly took a sip of her black tea.

“Clearly, they don’t believe in your power. Most of their leaders think what happened at the inauguration was just a farce staged by you and the Death Eaters using Polyjuice Potion,” Venda Rosie said. “They’ve gathered a total of 2,344 Auror wizards, preparing to launch a surprise attack on the Ministry of Magic on August 11th, the night of the full moon this month, with the aim of catching you off guard while you’re busy dealing with the werewolf transformation.”

"Hmm," Tierra replied simply.

“Mr. Tierra, I wonder if you…” Venda Rosie asked, puzzled, seeing that Tierra seemed to have no reaction at all, “Do you have any solutions?”

“Originally, there wasn’t one,” Tiera said, pouring herself another cup of black tea. “I was thinking of simply assimilating them all.”

“But a few days ago, Headmaster Dumbledore invited me for afternoon tea,” Tierra said, taking a sip of her tea. “He said… the goblins are innocent… blah blah blah… the Allied Forces are innocent too… blah blah blah… everyone is innocent… blah blah blah… I want to show all the tenderness and love in my heart… blah blah blah…” “That damned old man… that sly old fox, what a busybody!” Venda Rosie spat viciously, then asked cautiously, “Do you… agree with Dumbledore’s suggestion?”

"Do you think I spoke to you in an approving tone?" Tierra countered.

“I understand, it was…it was my ignorance.” Venda Rosie immediately lowered her head.

“However,” Tyella changed the subject, “While I don’t agree with Dumbledore’s views, he is, after all, my teacher, Mr. Grindelwald’s partner…and close friend. I still respect him, and besides, he did help me a lot in the early stages, so I have to consider his opinion.”

"So what are your thoughts..." Mrs. Rosie asked nervously.

“I was originally prepared to comply in name only, but after thinking about it carefully, I realized that his suggestion might actually have some merit,” Tiera said with a smile. “However, this will require your help.”

"I would gladly die for her." Upon hearing Tierra's words, Lady Rosie stood up abruptly, her aged and somewhat hunched body instantly straightening like that of a soldier.

“Sit down, sit down.” Tierra waved with a smile. “Around this time last year, I went with Dumbledore to see Mr. Grindelwald.”

“The leader!” Lady Rosie almost cried out, “How is he? Is he alright? It’s so high up there, so cold… those foolish mobs stormed into Nurmengard and stole everything when he failed, will he—”

“He is already a divine being,” Tiera interrupted. “Like me, cold and heat are meaningless to him and to me, and decades of solitude are just a blink of an eye for us.”

“He said…” Tiera’s eyes suddenly turned deep and dark. Although Tiera and Venda Rosier were looking at each other at eye level, Lady Rosier felt that Tiera had become high above her, as if she were sitting on a dark throne—

“I worry about them.” Tiera’s voice became deep and somber, almost identical to Gellert Grindelwald’s. “I worry about my comrades, especially Vinda… She is the most loyal and the most innocent of them all. I worry about her…”

“Leader…” Rosie murmured through her tears.

“So today, I crown you.” Tiera stood up, and a crown of thorns appeared above his head.

Tiera reached out, removed the thorny crown from her head, and gently placed it on Venda Roselle's head—

"I bestow upon you the crown of the gods."

"I bestow upon you divine power."

"Go, Wenda, gather our old friends, gather our comrades, and let us reshape this world together!"

"Go tell the whole world that we are back, that their invincible leader is back!"

"From this moment forward, I appoint you..."

"pope"

(End of this chapter)