Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 546 Abyss
Upon seeing "Gellert Grindelwald" appear, everyone began to feel uneasy.

"No! That's impossible!" Some people stood up angrily, questioning in astonishment.

"Leader! Leader! You're back, you're finally back... Waaah... Waaah..." Some people burst into tears as they wrote their memorials, crying so hard that it seemed as if they were trying to release all the emotions they had suppressed for so many years.

"Hmph." Some people scoffed, but their backs involuntarily straightened, their whole bodies tense, as if to hide their inner fear.

Some people whispered among themselves, some were filled with anxiety, and some watched coldly.

The entire tavern was instantly filled with a cacophony of sounds, as if a volcano had erupted.

Faced with sharp questions, sudden loyalty, whispers, and the undercurrents of malice in the audience, Gellert Grindelwald... or rather, Tyella, did not rush to explain, nor did he rush to suppress or refute.

Gellert Grindelwald simply took a few steps forward, standing a few steps ahead of Vinda Rosie, and then stood there with a polite but incredibly cold smile on his face, his eyelids slightly raised, looking down at everyone with his towering height of over 1.8 meters.

The dim light shone on his angular and resolute face, and his heterochromatic eyes gave him a strange and captivating charm.

Gellert Grindelwald did nothing but stand with his back straight, like a well-mannered nobleman, a ruler of the world, or a tyrant standing on a podium.

Gellert Grindelwald looked down at them, neither speaking nor moving, silently surveying the entire scene.

Wenda Rosie had already concealed her aura from the divine dimension, and stood quietly and suspiciously behind "Gellert Grindelwald," scrutinizing him intently.

A minute passed...

Gellert Grindelwald remained standing silently, while the audience below gradually began to whisper among themselves.

Two minutes have passed...

Many people began wiping away cold sweat and uncomfortably adjusting their sitting posture.

Three minutes have passed...

The only sounds in the tavern were breathing, heartbeats, and the ticking of the clock on the wall.

Some people began wiping away cold sweat more frequently, and their heartbeats quickened. Gellert Grindelwald's silence and sharp gaze put indescribable pressure on them.

The momentum of "Gellert Grindelwald" continued to rise with each passing moment of prolonged silence.

Five minutes have passed...

Tierra felt it was time.

Gellert Grindelwald lowered his head, casually straightened his already impeccably clean clothes, and then—

"call……"

In this terrifying, eerie, and deadly silence, a different voice suddenly broke in.

Gellert Grindelwald took a deep breath, then let his voice erupt from the silence—

"It's been a long time, my colleagues."

Gellert Grindelwald's voice was calm yet magnetic. "Fifty years have passed since my last defeat," Tierra said calmly, though a turbulent undercurrent ran through his voice. "But only today do I realize how utterly I have failed."

“I never care about my failures. Failure is failure, because I’ve never wanted any particular outcome,” Tierra said. “I’ve never wanted success, never wanted wizards to rule the Muggle world, never wanted to be famous and in a high position. No, none of that.”

“I have only one goal,” Tierra said. “I want to start a revolution, I want to break the shackles of the old world, I want to establish a new order, I want to drive the development of the wizarding world, I want to promote the progress of the wizarding world!”

"So I started revolutions, I instigated wars, I caused upheavals," Tierra continued, speaking as "Gellert Grindelwald."

“The initial results were indeed as I planned. During those decades of unstoppable progress, one after another, talented people emerged in the wizarding world, one knowledge system after another was formed, and one new spell after another was created. I saw the hope of the wizarding society’s golden age. I thought the wizarding society had begun its own evolutionary process. I thought it was enough. I thought my existence would only hinder the progress of the wizarding society. I thought…” Tiera took a deep breath, “I thought it was time to step down.”

"And then?" Tiera roared, his voice carrying the force of a raging storm and the thunder of a thousand thunderbolts.

"Then I watched helplessly as the evolution I had devoted half my life to promoting came to a standstill just a few years after I was imprisoned, and even regressed little by little, until it..."

"abyss!"

"I've seen a joke!" Tierra's voice suddenly rose, all the emotions she had been holding back bursting forth. "In this joke, I see you all, I see the entire wizarding world, and I see myself!"

“I am a prophet. I see further and more clearly than you do. Fifty years ago, our wizarding world was slowly sliding into an abyss.”

“Since the First Industrial Revolution began in Britain in the 1760s, the Muggle world has been evolving. They are like a steel behemoth, constantly improving themselves, eliminating the outdated parts and developing the advanced ones.” Tiera used a more intuitive metaphor to explain the technology of the Muggle world to these old and decrepit people.

"From the very beginning of the steam engine, to later gunpowder pistols, ships and cannons, airplanes and tanks, computers and telephones, rockets and satellites, and then—"

"Boom—"

Tiera raised her hand and snapped her fingers.

The mirror he stepped out of instantly emitted a light that was impossible to look directly at.

Then, it was as if the camera was gradually zooming out.

The mirror reflected a scene: a massive, blinding mushroom cloud of smoke and flames rising into the sky, with everyone displaying their power.

“Until 1945, they detonated two atomic bombs,” Tierra said. “The Muggles gained control of the sun's power, with just one button—”

Tiera raised her finger and addressed everyone around her.

"They only need to press a button, and they can send this sun to any corner of the world, flatten a city, and leave a curse that will linger there for the next hundred years."

“That’s what they did in 1945,” Tierra said. “Now, fifty years later, can any of you do what they did fifty years ago?”

Tiera looked around, her sharp gaze forcing one wizard after another to either lower their heads or avoid her gaze.

“I can,” Tierra said calmly yet firmly, “so I came back.”

“I will not only lead you to face the abyss, I will also lead you across it.”

(End of this chapter)