Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 549 Pregnancy
“A miracle?” Dumbledore asked doubtfully. “You mean to use magic cast by the moon to wipe out half the entire wizarding world at once?”

“Oh, you’re exaggerating, Headmaster Dumbledore,” Tyella said with a laugh. “Aside from the Aurors gathered on the Strait of Dover, the only wizards I actually ‘fished out’ were… um…”

Tiera closed her eyes and sensed it briefly—

"There are only 1,379."

"Besides, I didn't start using the magic until after 3 a.m.," Tiera explained with a laugh. "At this hour, who else would be still awake and looking up at the sky besides an astronomy professor?"

"What if there are astronomy professors among them?" Dumbledore countered. "Or do you mean that among these 1,379 wizards, if there are one or two innocent astronomy professors, or melancholy girls who can't sleep and look to the moon to relieve their sorrows, then they brought it on themselves? Or, in your words, are these necessary sacrifices?"

"Headmaster Dumbledore?" Tyrell raised her eyelids slightly, leaned back slowly, and looked at Dumbledore thoughtfully—

“I remember saying that,” Tiera said calmly, “that life should not be wasted if it can be put to use for a greater purpose.”

“In my plans, there are no innocent people who are accidentally involved.”

“They either went to bed early because they were too tired, or their eyes were blinded by the sudden arrival of dark clouds, or they were trapped at home by unforeseen circumstances,” Tierra said with a smile. “And the high-ranking officials of the various national ministries of magic, especially those who are in charge of this war and expect to profit from it, will feel a surge of sudden pride and want to drink a cup of wine under the moon.” Tierra paused, glancing at Dumbledore’s expression. “You still don’t seem very happy.”

“About fifty years ago… there were others like you who hoped to change the status quo of the wizarding world and improve the relationship between the wizarding world and Muggles,” Dumbledore said calmly. “Of course, like you, they were dealing with all the dissenters.”

“Mr. Grindelwald,” Tierra said with a faint smile.

Dumbledore nodded and continued, “He believes that there is absolutely no possibility of peaceful coexistence between wizards and Muggles. The status of a race cannot be obtained through negotiation and forbearance. Therefore, war will break out sooner or later, and the result can only be one side ruling the other. Rather than waiting for the Muggles to make the first move, it is better for the wizards to start the war, while the wizarding world has not declined too much, while… the Muggle world is in the midst of a huge internal strife.”

“The status of a race can only be established through bloodshed and violence,” Tierra said. “This is an ironclad rule established by the Muggle world itself.”

“Yes,” Dumbledore nodded in acknowledgment, and continued, “Grindelwald spent decades traveling throughout Europe and America, spreading his ideas to everyone, gaining the support of many wizards and powers, and his followers were almost all over the world… Then, during World War II, at the best possible time, he chose to implement his plan.” “Hmm,” Tyella nodded, indicating that she was listening.

"Then, Tyella, tell me, when is the best time for you to perform your 'miracles'?" Dumbledore's eyes, hidden behind his half-moon spectacles, suddenly gleamed sharply, like an old lion sizing up an intruder in his territory.

Tiera simply leaned back in her seat and smiled faintly.

"Your plan is far more complex than you've described, isn't it?" Dumbledore asked, his eyes narrowing. "You want to establish a unique, high-paying profession in the entire wizarding community that relies entirely on talent?"

"Or perhaps... we should first secretly contact the higher-ups in the Muggle world, using elixirs of immortality and magical wonders to curry favor with those in power, slowly corrupting them, and turning the entire wizarding society into a shadow society hidden beneath the vast shadow of the Muggle government?" Dumbledore asked, looking at Tyella, and then said, "Have you considered the obstacles involved?"

“Wizards… no, to be precise, both wizards and Muggles are greedy and arrogant races. Wizards won't be content with being a special, high-paying profession or a shadowy government operating in the shadows. Similarly, Muggles will never allow a group of people who possess powers they cannot understand and are beyond the reach of the law to infiltrate their world,” Tiera said. “The ultimate result of forcibly merging these two societies is—”

“War,” Tiera said with a smile, “but war means death, and death means waste. No life that can serve a greater purpose should be wasted in this way.”

“Very good, Tyella, very good.” Dumbledore nodded and continued, “Now that you’ve realized this, I suppose your so-called ‘miracle’ must be more than just that, right?”

“Yes,” Tierra said with a smile.

"Then, would you mind telling me what kind of miracle you are referring to?" Dumbledore asked.

“You are a very good headmaster, and the greatest white wizard in the world today.” Tierra smiled and shook her head. “But that doesn’t mean I need to tell you everything.”

“However… I can tell you something…” Tierra looked up at the ceiling of the headmaster’s office, but his gaze pierced through the ceiling, reaching the bright full moon high in the night sky, “A miracle… is being conceived…”

(End of this chapter)