Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 557 Fierce Battle

I'm so sorry everyone, I went out with my partner today, so I can only update this now. I'll make up for it later.

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"Bam—"

Serjusulki and Marina Kirk, protected by a group of Aurors, were originally preparing to leave the negotiation room first—

Teleportation is not possible within the territory of the Magical Association of America, so they had to leave on foot.

But before they could even begin to act, Sergei Surik and Marina Kirk's group were as if their heads were stuck in a wall, instantly confined to an invisible and narrow cage.

Then, a violent shockwave struck them from behind.

"boom--"

An invisible wave of power, carrying them and the barrier spells binding them, crashed against the wall.

The walls were shattered into countless pieces by the unparalleled force, sending them hurtling out of the conference room.

At this moment, the barrier magic on their bodies actually became a shield, slowing down the impact and preventing their mortal bodies from being smashed into mincemeat by the enormous wave of power.

The reception hall of the Magical Society of America is right outside the negotiation room.

The shattered walls were swept up by the surge of power, tumbling and shoving the negotiators mixed in with them into the reception hall.

Despite the heavy losses suffered by the entire American magical community in last night's battle, the reception hall was surprisingly bustling with more people than usual.

People came to demand explanations, to confirm the safety of their wives, husbands, and children, to process their resignations in preparation for seeking refuge in remote and impoverished areas for a while, to gather information, and to take advantage of the chaos—the list goes on and on.

But the loud explosion interrupted their conversation, forcing them to focus their attention on the shattered negotiation room.

Tierra walked out slowly from inside, elegant and leisurely, with a graceful demeanor.

“Very good.” Tiera gently beckoned with her finger, and from behind her flew the unconscious Auror Commander Marquis Davis, who was then thrown to the ground. “Now it’s a choice.”

"An unequal treaty, or dissolve the American Magical Association on the spot."

France, Paris, the conference room on the basement floor of the French Ministry of Magic.

“Honestly, I really don’t want to do this,” Tierra said with a light laugh. “This is Professor Nicolas Flamel’s country, and I don’t want to use violence on this romantic land.”

The Aurors belonging to the French Ministry of Magic stood ready, nervously pointing the tips of their wands at Tyella, looking poised to strike.

"Ladies and gentlemen, to be honest, we could have resolved this in a much more peaceful way," Tierra sighed helplessly. "For example, by signing this treaty."

Tiera raised her hand, and a pale yellow contract, clearly enchanted, floated up slowly along with it.

“Absolutely impossible!” Herbert Matthias, the head of the Enforcement Division, said through gritted teeth. “You will never see our names appear on this shameful contract!”

“I hope to build a united and vibrant wizarding community,” Tierra said, “and the participation of every wizarding community is crucial.”

“Heh,” Dafinka Furtwängler, Director of the International Affairs Department, said with a sneer, “Indemnities! Opening up trade! Controlling educational institutions, why don’t you add ceding territory as well, so you can make up the full amount for an unequal treaty!”

“Oh, so you know about unequal treaties. So, wizards played a significant role in the primitive capital accumulation and colonial expansion of Western capitalist countries in the last century, didn’t they?” Tiera said.

“Thank you, you’ve made things much easier.” With that, Tiera put her left hand behind her back, her right hand on her chest, and gave a slight bow. “You’ve given me a perfectly respectable reason for my actions.”

"Purge the bourgeois accomplices from the magical society."

Tiera took a step forward—the surrounding lights suddenly dimmed, as if a layer of dust had been suddenly shrouded the air.

Tiera's body suddenly grew taller, casting a huge shadow over the wizards surrounding him.

The shadows began to change inexplicably; the darkness began to writhe, like some unknown monster.

"Get out of his shadow immediately! Stand in the light!" Servi Delacour, the experienced Auror Commander and uncle of Fleur Delacour, a fourth-year Triwizard Tournament champion, roared at the Aurors.

"Whoosh-"

The Aurors teleported away from their original positions and arrived at higher places in the room.

The French Ministry of Magic, like other ministries, did not allow teleportation. However, the Aurors of the French Ministry of Magic, having apparently learned some inside information from Nicolas Flamel, temporarily lifted the restriction on teleportation within the French Ministry of Magic and instead used alchemy to excavate this basement overnight.

"Avada Kedavra!"

"Fierce Fire!"

"The soul is out of body!"

The Aurors did not use spells indiscriminately, but one after another used the Killing Curse, the Soul-Stealing Curse, and Fiendfire, three of the three forbidden spells.

As the spell struck, bubbles rose one after another on Tiera's face and body, like boiling viscous liquid. More and more bubbles rose, growing larger and larger. With each bursting bubble, a hideous worm emerged from within.

Seeing that the spell had no effect on Tiera, the Aurors no longer hesitated and, with another teleportation, left the basement.

Tiera's body continued to swell, like an unstoppable balloon or an infinitely proliferating cancer cell, and soon Tiera crashed into the ceiling.

Tierra tried to smash the ceiling open with her body, but—

"Boom-"

Tierra's head slammed into the top of the ceiling, but the ceiling did not break open as Tierra had expected.

"Huh?" Tiera let out a soft exclamation and raised her hand to support herself against the ceiling.

The ceiling was deformed by Tiera, bending upwards but not cracking, revealing a flexibility in this basement floor, clearly made of marble and concrete, that seemed out of character for its own nature.

Just then, the worms wriggling on Tiera suddenly broke free from Tiera's control—

First came the Imperius Curse worm, which gathered together with the Fiendfyre and Killing Curse worms, forming a thick, golden-red rope.

One end of the rope remained inside Tiera's body, while the other end quickly connected to various parts of the eerie basement—

Tiera felt her physical, spiritual, and mental dimensions suddenly become inexplicably heavy, as if she were being shackled with countless chains and falling downwards.

Tiera then discovered that the number of Fiendfire, Killing Curse, and Imperish worms was exactly the same.

The ropes, along with Tiera's own material, spiritual, and mental dimensions, seemed to be gradually merging with the basement.

“Seal.” Tiera seemed to understand something, looked up, her gaze piercing through the basement floor, and chuckled softly.

Above the floor, the Auror wizards, who had just teleported out of the room, were silently chanting something in a sword-wielding manner, performing a strange alchemical ritual.

The wizard standing in the very center had a resolute expression on his face, holding a blood-red gemstone with many impurities in his hand.

(End of this chapter)