Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 554: Night ends and dawn begins
The Death Eaters received the curfew order for tonight early this morning.

To be precise, the Death Eaters received the curfew order earlier than most wizards in the wizarding world.

After all, Tiera is currently only ruling by using her powerful magic, forcibly seizing the means of production from the upper echelons of the magical world and diverting them to lower-level wizards, and even some non-human beings and half-blood wizards.

Furthermore, Tiera's collusion with Death Eaters caused many pure-blood wizards to lose the mansions that sheltered them from the wind and rain, and the wealth they were so proud of. In order to survive and maintain a relatively decent life, they had to compete for job opportunities with those groups they once looked down upon.

This situation is nothing short of humiliation for wizards from pure-blood families who have always prided themselves on their lineage.

Many of them still dreamed of helping Voldemort overthrow Tyrell and then returning to their noble status—

Faced with such a rare opportunity, Voldemort neither let it slip by nor recklessly attacked the Ministry of Magic headquarters. Instead, he led the Death Eaters and pointed his wands at the Muggles near Little Hangletonshire.

Tiera planned to take advantage of the curfew to create another Horcrux.

Voldemort sent Dolores Umbridge to lead a team to Diagon Alley and Hogsmeade to cause chaos, create disturbances, and attract the attention of the Aurors of the Ministry of Magic.

Meanwhile, Voldemort, accompanied by his accomplice, the Death Eater Yolanda Charles, a half-blood wizard and the main ingredient, travels to a Muggle village. His plan is to create a dark magic item using a blood sacrifice, then kill Yolanda Charles with a killing curse, allowing his own soul to split and attach itself to the item.

After all, Voldemort was a very ritualistic person. If he just randomly killed a Muggle to split his soul, he would feel that the quality of his Horcruxes would be lowered.

"The night is beautiful, look up at the moon."

Yolanda Charles finished setting up the prototype of the ritual magic in the park in the center of the village, and tilted her head back to relax her neck.

Suddenly, eerie moonlight poured down from the infinitely distant sky.

Yolanda Charles was immediately captivated by the eerie yet excessively beautiful moonlight, and a strange yet satisfied smile appeared on her face.

“The night is beautiful, look up at the moon,” Yolanda Charles said again, giving Voldemort, who was standing to the side, a silly smile. Then, like a fish being fished, she slowly flew towards the moon in the moonlight.

Caught off guard, Voldemort also looked up at the moon—

The dazzling moonlight pierced Voldemort's mind like a sharp blade, flooding him with bizarre and chilling images.

An immense fear erupted within Voldemort.

A light, warm feeling enveloped Voldemort's entire body.

Voldemort felt a mixture of joy and a desire to fly towards the full moon in the sky, as if it were the final destination of everything, the eternal and peaceful end. At the same time, he was filled with fear and unease, desperately resisting this feeling.

Just as Voldemort was in a daze, not knowing what to do, a heavy feeling arose spontaneously.

A golden cup, a giant python, a sleeping boy, and a fragment of a soul in the endless darkness created an extremely powerful anchoring effect, causing Voldemort to pause and fall heavily to the ground from mid-air.

Voldemort instantly regained his senses the moment his back touched the cold ground.

In a daze and filled with fear, Voldemort teleported back to the dilapidated room in the old Riddle family home.

Dolores Umbridge reacted faster than Voldemort. The instant the first ray of moonlight fell, and the first Death Eater uttered the eerie words, "The night is beautiful, look up at the moon," she immediately sensed something amiss and quickly hid. But many of the other Death Eaters were not so fortunate.

Of the dozen or so Death Eaters led by Dolores Umbridge, nearly half looked up instinctively when they heard the words, "The night is beautiful, look up at the moon."

"The night is beautiful, look up at the moon."

"The night is beautiful, look up at the moon."

"The night is beautiful, look up at the moon."

Umbridge watched with a mixture of fear and relief as one Death Eater after another slowly rose into the sky, like fish being fished.

The despairing, terrifying, and helpless night came to an end with the first rays of sunlight shining from the east.

No wizard, including Voldemort, had ever paid so much attention to dawn, ever been so grateful for sunrise, or ever greeted the sun with such excitement.

"Praise be to the sun!"

After trying to step out of the shadows and into the sunlight outside the Ministry of Magic building, Luscania Casanova, the secretary to the Minister of Magic in Germany, cried tears of joy and said, "The nightmare is finally over."

“Oh, dear Miss Casanova, don’t praise the sun.” A sudden voice appeared, teasingly saying, “Don’t praise the sun, the sun has nothing to do with this. Praise me.”

Luscania Casanova was startled. In front of her, in the previously empty plaza in front of the Department of Magic, stood an overly young Asian boy in a suit and tie, carrying a briefcase and wearing gold-rimmed glasses, who was slowly bowing to her.

“Tierra Foster,” Tierra introduced herself, “I’m here on behalf of the British Magical Union to discuss war damage and reparations.”

"The nightmare is far from over."

New York, USA: Office building of the Magical Association of America.

Tommy Romney shakily awoke from his deep sleep. After notifying everyone in the building last night, Tommy Romney couldn't resist the fatigue and squatted in the corner of his office to fall into a deep sleep.

"Good morning, Mr. Romney." Tommy Romney had just regained consciousness when he heard a light, airy greeting—

An excessively young and clean-looking face appeared before him.

"Ah—hiss!" Tommy Romney was startled, but there was a corner behind him, and he had nowhere to retreat. His head slammed hard against the wall behind him, and he couldn't help but hiss in pain.

"My name is Tierra Seven," Tierra introduced herself with a light laugh, "and I am here on behalf of the British Magical Union to discuss the damages and compensation for this war."

"Whether this nightmare can truly end depends on the attitude of the Magical Association of America," Tierra said with a smile.

A Tyella appears in the office of the secretary, deputy minister, or the wizard with the highest remaining power in every participating nation's Ministry of Magic.

(End of this chapter)