Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 550 Father, Son, Holy Spirit
After reminding all the Magical Association staff via magical broadcast, Tommy Romney hid in the innermost corner of the Magical Association President's office, furthest from the window.

After the initial courage and fearlessness were exhausted by the outburst of anger, what followed was a tidal wave of fear and helplessness.

What kind of magic is this?
What happened to my father?
Who did it?

How did they do that?
Why does this happen?

……

One question after another struck Tommy Romney and the other wizards who witnessed this "miracle" like thunderbolts.

The answer to every question was so despairing.

They seemed to have traveled back hundreds of years, back to the Dark Ages, back to the time when the wizards' ancestors were hunted down by Muggles—

No, it was even worse than that time.

Back then, their enemies were Muggles. They could touch and see them clearly; they knew their enemies carried pitchforks, hoes, and torches. But now—

They did not know who their enemy was, what methods their enemy used, or what their enemy's purpose was.

It's like... the moon, high above, like the night... boundless despair.

Tommy Romney clutched his head, curled up in a corner, and trembled all over.

……

"A miracle!"

As Gellert Grindelwald stepped forward and announced to all the wizards present, the entire tavern hidden underground suddenly trembled, as if it were at the epicenter of a massive earthquake.

The ground they stood on, the tavern they inhabited, was like an elevator in the Muggle world, carrying them slowly upwards.

The soil, cement, and bricks that enveloped them, along with the streets and buildings, resembled two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle pieced together, or two building blocks frozen in ice crystals.

The space above them split in two, slowly opening to the left and right, revealing the quiet streets in the dead of night, the silent night sky, and also—

An incredibly eerie moon.

"What... what's going on?" The old wizards, who had been invited into this underground tavern by Venda Rosie as soon as night fell, had not experienced the chaos of the initial stage of the moonlight. They saw the eerie moon hanging in the sky and, in the chilling moonlight, something that seemed to be fished up and slowly flying towards the moon.

"The moonlight is beautiful, look up." The first group of old wizards who were curious and looked up first suddenly had strange expressions and began to mutter inexplicably to themselves.

"Look at me, not at the moon."

"Gellert Grindelwald" suddenly roared.

"Ah!" the wizards cried out in surprise.

Time flowed like water, and all the wizards present sensed something unusual at that moment.

It's as if I'm a fallen leaf, a duckweed, in a turbulent river, powerless to resist as I sink and rot along the course of the river.

Suddenly, for a fleeting moment, the mighty river was stopped and flowed slightly in the opposite direction for a whole period of time.

All the wizards felt a sense of disorientation and unreality. They began to look around with suspicion and uncertainty—

It felt like time had reversed just now?
Look at me, not the moon!

The roar of "Gellert Grindelwald" rang out once again.

Their gazes all fell on "Gellert Grindelwald".

"what--"

Many wizards couldn't help but shout out again.

Even Wenda Rosie couldn't help but cover her mouth when she looked at "Gellert Grindelwald," looking utterly shocked.

They saw “Gellert Grindelwald”, or “Tyella”, or “the Moon”.

They witnessed a very strange scene, or rather, the "Gellert Grindelwald" they saw had transformed into a bizarre conceptual composite—

At the same time, they saw a middle-aged man with heterochromia in the location of "Gellert Grindelwald". The middle-aged man was flamboyant, confident, and arrogant, exuding a great deal of authority, as if he was the center of everything just by standing there.

I also saw an Asian boy of about fifteen or sixteen. His right eye was a constantly spinning golden hourglass, and his right hand was a bone arm that was constantly burning with golden-red flames. He always had that gentle yet cruel smile on his face, as if he was laughing at their stupidity, their ugliness, and their greed. It was as if he was mocking all their weaknesses.

Then came a calm moon.

It was an ordinary moon, yet it exuded a nauseating aura; just staring at it could evoke a chilling sense of chaos deep within one's soul.

"Gellert Grindelwald," "Tiera," and "Chaotic Full Moon" came together in a wondrous state—

It is not an aggregation, splicing, or stitching in any real sense, but a conceptual connection that makes everyone feel that the "Gellert Grindelwald" in front of them is both "Tiera" and "Chaotic Moon".

"The first lesson after becoming a god, my comrades," Gellert Grindelwald began slowly, in a calm voice as if he were a seasoned professor explaining knowledge to his students, imparting his wisdom and resolving their doubts, "The best proof of the three-dimensional theory of magic is the ritual of becoming a god."

"The Holy Father represents the supreme spiritual dimension. In the ritual of becoming a god, he is the first and easiest part to return to through anchors in the spiritual world, such as stories, legends, a mature theory that is accepted by most people, and one or more backups of memory."

Gellert Grindelwald spoke up alone.

“Holy Son,” Tiera said with a smile, “represents the material dimension that forms the foundation. This is a part that needs to be specially refined through alchemy. To complete the path to godhood and return, you need a powerful and solid material dimension. In other words, the original template of your artificial life form is the best anchor for your material dimension.”

"Holy Spirit." A faint, ethereal voice suddenly appeared in everyone's hearts. "The source of magical power, and also the spiritual dimension in the three-dimensional theory of magic. Anchoring the spiritual dimension is quite difficult. Theoretically speaking, as long as the anchoring of the material dimension and the anchoring of the spiritual dimension are stable, allowing the material and spiritual dimensions to successfully return, the spiritual dimension will automatically return as the last side of the three-dimensional triangle of magic."

These are relatively reliable and widely accepted theoretical steps of the ascension ritual, derived and calculated by Tierra, Nicholas Lemaire, and others based on their own ascension rituals and the ascension ritual of Hathaway Romanov.

In fact, Grindelwald and Hermes' old method is the safest: create a holy son, give him relatively free humanity, let him go through the ritual of becoming a god on his own, and when the holy son returns for the first time, replace him with yourself to merge with the holy son, thus making a second leap.

However, it's obvious that neither Dumbledore nor Nick Flamel would agree to this method. To prevent the issue from escalating back to the ethical dilemmas of artificial life forms, Tyrell had no choice but to further refine the old ritual of becoming a god—

Although it is still necessary to create an artificial life form, the process involves fusing one's own soul with the artificial life form while maintaining the activity of one's original physical body, thereby establishing an extremely stable anchor in the material dimension.

I'm so sorry everyone. Because of the upcoming holiday, I've been extremely busy with experiments lately. I often start at 8 a.m. and work until 11 or 12 p.m. So these past few days, I haven't even had the energy to open the Writer Assistant. Fortunately, I finished my major experiment yesterday, so I rushed over to update today, but it's still a little late. I apologize again to everyone.

I will definitely make up for all the chapters I owe you during the Spring Festival. Thank you all for your unwavering support!
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