Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 548 A Miracle

"So what do you want to do?" Dumbledore asked with a stern face.

“I have always admired Sirius Black.” Tyella did not answer Dumbledore’s question directly, but instead brought up a seemingly unrelated topic. “Although I don’t like his personality, I still admire him, more or less, for his magical talent.”

Dumbledore raised an eyebrow, signaling Tyrell to continue.

“Sirius Black, James Potter, Remus Lupin, and two other Marauders created such ingenious magical artifacts as the Marauder's Map when they were in third or fourth grade. Not to mention that after graduating, Sirius Black even tried to combine magic with Muggle technology to create magical technology like the Flying Motorbike.” Tierra paused, then said, “Do you know what I just saw?”

“I see hope!” Tyella answered herself before Dumbledore could speak.

"You also want to break the International Wizarding Secrets Act?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," Tiera nodded calmly.

"why?"

"For a more brilliant civilization," Tiera said firmly. "The economic base determines the superstructure."

"In other words, only when people are well-fed, warmly clothed, and have convenient housing and transportation can civilization build higher levels of civilization and promote social development and human progress."

"Let's set aside the ingenious 'Marauder's Map' of the Marauders' or the combination of magic and machinery. A newly graduated wizard's enlargement charm or a concocted growth potion, combined with hybrid rice invented by Muggles, could easily solve the food problem of a small African country. Similarly, the Muggle world's need to address poverty can solve the employment problem for wizarding society, allowing half-blood wizards, house-elves, werewolf wizards, and vampires living at the bottom of the wizarding world, who are discriminated against and ostracized, to obtain more respectable jobs, instead of relying on my powerful magic to support them unilaterally," Tierra said. "The current structure of British wizarding society is deformed and fragile. My vast magic can fully meet the needs of every individual wizard and can continue to do so, but this relationship is unhealthy."

“The wizarding society has stagnated to this point. My support might lead the wizarding society to a stage where they spontaneously launch a technological revolution, but it is more likely to cause them to die of complacency and accelerate their evolution into a useless race,” Tiera said. “Therefore, I must inject fresh blood into the wizarding society.”

"Integrate into Muggle society," Dumbledore said calmly.

“The idea is good, but there’s one more thing.” Dumbledore paused, then continued, “Have you thought about how to resolve the conflict between Muggles and wizards? Or let’s put it another way, have you thought about how wizards, who have been hidden for thousands of years, can take their first step into Muggle society? How can you get Muggles to accept us the moment they see us, instead of hunting us down immediately?”

“It’s simple,” Tierra said with a smile. “They just need a miracle.”

"I will not only lead you to face the abyss, I will lead you across the abyss!"

Gellert Grindelwald's words were like a thunderclap, booming in everyone's ears, and like a flame, igniting the ambition and desire within those frail old bodies.

“What do you need us to do, Great Leader?” one of them asked devoutly.

What do you think you can do?

"Gellert Grindelwald," he asked, bowing his head with curiosity and a hint of disdain.

"Leader, leader?" A bald, elderly, fat wizard in his sixties, concealed by a wig—

“Benevin Donaldson”.

"Gellert Grindelwald," she called out his name with a smile. It was a name that Tiera had just retrieved from his memory, and she casually flipped through his memories.

"Oh, Donald Jr."

“Gellert Grindelwald” called out in a seemingly nostalgic tone, “Look at you, look at you, my little Donald, look at the state you are in now. Old, bloated, weak.”

“Gellert Grindelwald” said with a sneer, “I remember you weren’t like this when you were a young wizard, were you?”

"Back then you were clever, ambitious, and full of vigor. Haha, look at Benedict Donaldson looking at you now."

Suddenly, Gellert Grindelwald raised his head, his sharp gaze piercing everyone in the tavern:

Look at you all now!

"If I remember correctly, I was defeated suddenly. All my experimental records, all my manuscripts, and all my books were stored in a secret room on the top floor of the Numongad Tower."

"But what about you? You think I failed, and that's it. Apart from Wenda, no one has ever thought of looking through my manuscripts, no one has ever thought about why I was so powerful, and no one has ever thought of continuing my research."

“Leader…I, I…” Benewend Donaldson’s lips trembled, as if he still wanted to explain something.

"What are you afraid of? Are you afraid of blaspheming me? Are you afraid of disobeying me? Ha!"

Gellert Grindelwald gave another cold laugh. "I remember I recruited a pack of lions, not a flock of sheep, and certainly not a pack of dogs."

"Oh, I see. I know what you're afraid of."

Gellert Grindelwald raised his head slightly and said, pretending to suddenly realize something, "You are afraid that everything is too illusory, you are afraid that I am a madman, you are afraid that everything is just my delusion, you are afraid that the divine dimension does not exist at all."

"To be honest, I'm very disappointed, my guys, my friends, my comrades."

Gellert Grindelwald sighed softly and said, "I am your leader, and it was your joint recommendation that allowed me to sit in this position. I led you to create miracle after miracle, but in the end, you do not trust me."

"I'm disappointed, guys, I'm disappointed."

“Leader, leader, I, we,” another wizard in his seventies tried to explain in a hoarse voice.

"No, no need to say anything, Gnaeus."

“Gellert Grindelwald,” he interrupted with a wave of his hand.

"I know what you want."

Gellert Grindelwald's face was smiling.

"I know what you want."

Gellert Grindelwald, head held high and chest out, took a step forward and said:
"A miracle!"

(End of this chapter)