Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 543 The calm before the storm

Tierra's imagined wizarding world war:
Row upon row of wizards, wands at their waists, stood solemnly and coldly on the banks of the Dover Strait, waiting for the command headquarters to give the order to teleport to the other side.

The entire wizarding army was well-organized and had a clear division of labor. In a very short time, they took control of the British Magic Federation's daily necessities factory, residential areas, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts, and the former Ministry of Magic headquarters. Then, they sent a group of wizards proficient in rituals to jointly construct a giant ritual to carry away as much of the massive amount of gold coins hidden nine underground levels of the former Ministry of Magic as possible through a large-scale ritual or by using countless seamless extension boxes.

But in fact--

On the clearing of the cliffs overlooking the Dover Strait, tents were erected one after another, forming a scattered and haphazard camp around seven or eight campfires scattered throughout the clearing. Of course, this camp beside the Dover Strait was far less lively and extensive than the camp where Tierra, Harry, Weasley, and others had participated in the Quidditch World Cup when she was a fourth-year student.

Even so, the place was still bustling with noise and chatter. The sounds of people joking, drinking, laughing, and cursing drifted slowly into the air along with the steam from the campfire. But not far above the camp, the steam and noise seemed to encounter an invisible barrier, blocking them out. Looking through this invisible barrier, all that could be heard and seen was the sound of the wind, the crashing waves, and the blurry outlines of the grass, trees, and cliffs under the night sky.

"Let them see the love and tenderness in my heart?" Tiera hovered high above the cliff, looking down at the gathering place of the magical alliance above the cliff. She looked at the wizards from various countries who were as insignificant as ants. It was as if all the protective spells, peace-protecting spells, ear-blocking spells and impregnable spells released by those Auror elites were just toilet paper, which Tiera could easily see through.

Tiera looked down at the bustling, market-like Magic Alliance army, then shook her head helplessly: "Disorganized and undisciplined, no wonder Grindelwald's saints were able to easily sweep across Europe back then."

“No wonder.” Tierra put her hands behind her back and looked up at the sky. “Back then, Voldemort alone was able to sweep across the entire British wizarding world, leaving the entire British Ministry of Magic powerless to fight back. Even the Death Eaters were far more organized than these Auror wizards.”

“But all of this will end tonight, very soon,” Tiera chuckled strangely, hovering high in the sky. “A new order will soon be established.”

"Tonight is the night of the full moon, and a curfew is in effect. Please return to your homes after 6:30 PM, close your doors and windows tightly, and draw the curtains. No one is allowed to go out, open doors and windows, or draw the curtains before dawn!"

Before nightfall, the voices of the Tierras echoed through Diagon Alley, and one Tierra after another appeared, leading groups of Aurors through the streets and alleys of Diagon Alley and the former Knockturn Alley, searching shop after shop, dispersing customers, and ordering them to close their doors and go home as soon as possible.

Meanwhile, several other teams of Tiera, also accompanied by Auror wizards, appeared at the various wizards' residences, urging the wizards to close their doors and windows, and even draw their curtains.

Everyone seemed used to this. The wizards forced to go home and the merchants forced to close their shops due to Tierra's order complained and cursed, but they didn't put up any resistance and did as Tierra said. After all, this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

There was also a curfew on the night of the full moon last month, the reason being the fear that werewolves would harm people.

Of course, last month's curfew was not imposed by Tiera, but rather by some die-hards within the wizarding world who spontaneously promoted and carried it out.

Many in the British magical community were dissatisfied with Tierra's policy of recruiting werewolf wizards, but under Tierra's overwhelming power, the die was cast, and they could only accept it reluctantly.

However, while most wizards in the magical world acknowledge the status of werewolf wizards within the British magical community currently under the rule of the Magical Union, various forms of implicit discrimination still exist.

The curfew spontaneously organized by those stubborn conservatives on the night of the full moon last year was a major outburst of this kind of implicit discrimination.

Calling it a curfew was an understatement; it was more like a strike. The stubborn wizards and their shops refused to open from that morning onward, using the opportunity to roam Diagon Alley, shouting and proclaiming the dangers of werewolves, seemingly trying to incite others to strike as well. Tierra, of course, wouldn't allow this—

Or perhaps he was prepared all along.

The instant the wizards went on strike, Tierra immediately introduced the "Diagon Alley Street Vendor Management Regulations" and released a large group of house-elves and some goblins to set up stalls in every corner of Diagon Alley, almost completely taking over the functions of the striking shops.

Tiera easily broke up the first strike by the stubborn elements of the magical world.

But this time it's perfect timing. Taking advantage of their strike a month ago, Tyella can now keep all the wizards confined to their own homes, preventing them from causing trouble for themselves.

Wasn't Dumbledore asking me to show tenderness and love?

Then I will show tenderness and love.

It's getting cold; the Magic Alliance is going to go bankrupt.

"Ah! Tiara!?" Hermione exclaimed in surprise when Tiara rang the doorbell of number 15 in Elephant Castle, south bank of the Thames in London. "You, you, what are you doing here?"

"Come in quickly!" Hermione hurriedly and hastily smoothed her messy hair, which resembled a broom, then somewhat embarrassedly hid behind the front and back doors of her house—

Although it's already mid-August, the weather is still hot, so Hermione is dressed very simply, wearing only a short-sleeved shirt and shorts, and she's sweating profusely.

Hermione had assumed it was a neighbor's kid coming to play or to invite her parents to dinner, so she hadn't paid much attention to her appearance and opened the door in her casual clothes. But to her surprise, she saw Tyella right there, which made Hermione blush bright red with embarrassment.

“No need to go inside.” Tyella smiled politely, her eyes fixed on the hall behind Hermione. “I’m here today just to remind you of one thing: no matter what happens tonight, don’t go out, don’t open the windows, and don’t draw the curtains.”

"Wh-why?" Hermione's expression changed drastically.

"The war is about to begin," Tiera said with a smile. "Tonight I plan to deal with the Magic Alliance. To avoid collateral damage, I hope everyone will stay home."

"Is it that serious?" Hermione asked worriedly.

“No, it’s not serious,” Tierra said with a smile. “It’s just that Dumbledore asked me to show tenderness and love.”

(End of this chapter)