Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 599 Inviting someone to a meal, beheading them, taking them in as dogs
“This is my three-step plan,” Tierra said. “Treat them to a feast, behead them, and take them in as dogs.”

"Treat me to a meal, and I'll use a large amount of Galleons to buy resources."

"Beautify them, and dismantle their local Ministry of Magic's violent apparatus through a war of resistance, thereby undermining their rule and credibility."

"If they are taken in as dogs, and local magical resources are plundered in large quantities, the local Ministry of Magic will either become a comprador or collapse under pressure, and the local magical society will regress to the tribal era."

"Wait a minute!" Hermione suddenly said, "Isn't what you're doing tantamount to overthrowing a country?"

“To be precise, I’m overthrowing a Ministry of Magic,” Tyella corrected.

"But...but...but..." Hermione said worriedly, "Won't this...won't this hurt innocent wizards?"

“No.” Thiers pointed to the table with his finger, along with the sandwiches, bread, milk, and cereal on it.

"What did I buy on such a large scale?" Tiera asked herself, answering her own question. "Mandragora, which can be used to brew antidote potions; Whiteflower, which can be used to brew Whitening Elixir; Peacebloom... trees that can be used to make wands; and the living dragons and other magical creatures that live in the area..."

"I didn't plunder cotton, linen, wheat, pork, beef, mutton, fruits, or vegetables. Their lives are perfectly adequate. In fact, because of magic, they live much better than the local Muggle people," Tiera said with a smile. "What did I plunder?"

"It's the Yulia squid; its juice can print moving photos and changing text on ordinary paper."

"There are also the cedar trees used to make flying brooms, apple wood, holly, poplar, ebony for making wands... and the linds for making Floo Powder, as well as the wind grass and the hair of the cloud rat."

“Their survival will not be affected,” Tierra said. “The only thing affected is their enjoyment of the conveniences that magic brings.”

"And then what? What are you going to do after that?" Hermione asked.

“Once I implement a new monetary system in the British Magical Union, I will open immigration to all countries in the magical world,” Tierra said. “That is my goal, whether in the Muggle world or the wizarding world… people are the most important resource.”

Upon hearing this, Harry, Ron, and Hermione all fell silent.

Even with Hermione's brilliant little brain, she couldn't understand Tyella's statement that "people are the most important resource."

Even after careful and in-depth consideration, they would only feel that Tiera's words exuded a chilling sense of indifference.

"Oh, right, there's another letter," Hermione reminded her. "Harry, who sent that letter?"

“It’s from Sirius too.” Harry said, opening another letter and quickly skimming through it. After scanning it, Harry paused, seemingly surprised, and then read it carefully again.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Hermione noticed Harry's unusual behavior and asked.

“Um… well… um…” Harry looked a little embarrassed and confused, handing the letter to Hermione while glancing furtively at Tyella.

“It’s Sirius who wants to release Mundungus Fletcher. He said he doesn’t want to pursue the matter,” Harry said.

“Oh, Harry, Harry, Harry.” Tierra shook her head with a smile. “Sirius’s wording was much stronger than just not wanting to pursue the matter.”

"He meant that he had the right to dispose of the things in his ancestral home as he saw fit. He said he was giving them all to Mundungus Fletcher, his own family's property, and told Tierra not to meddle." Tierra accurately relayed the meaning of Sirius's letter.

"Huh? Well, that's roughly what Sirius meant," Harry said awkwardly.

“That’s why I’ve never liked you as my godfather.” Tierra sighed helplessly. “You’re too straightforward and too naive.”

“He’s never liked me, which I can understand, since I’ve tricked him more than once or twice. I can also understand his opposition to me, since I’m really not a good person,” Tiera said.

“No…no, Tyella, no, Sirius, he just…” Harry hurriedly argued.

“But he can’t oppose for the sake of opposing,” Tyella interrupted Harry’s attempt to argue. “That would make him look stupid.”

“There’s no room for discussion about Mundungust,” Tierra said. “First of all, Dumbledore has already shown leniency and spared his life.” Tierra added, “The Order of the Phoenix is ​​the only legitimate ruling party within the Magical Union.”

“And Mundungus is a member of the Order of the Phoenix,” Tierra continued to explain. “This matter, if we really take it seriously, involves dereliction of duty and embezzlement of public property. Before the trial began, Dumbledore dismissed Mundungus from his position in the Order of the Phoenix. So now Mundungus is charged with theft of public and private property of a considerable amount, punishable by up to three years imprisonment, detention, or probation, and a fine, or a fine alone. The value of what he stole is probably between seventy-five and ninety gallons, which exceeds the sentencing standard of fifty gallons. This is a criminal case, no longer within the scope of civil litigation, and Sirius’s personal letter of understanding is no longer valid.”

“In addition, based on his confession, among the recovered stolen goods we found was a crystal bottle decorated with an opal, a silver nasal canister containing flesh tumor powder that could bite, a multi-legged, spider-like, tweezer-like metal device, and a hypnotic music box,” Tierra said. “These have all been determined to be dangerous dark magic items. Mundungus will face charges of selling hazardous chemicals and operating without a license, which, in addition to a hefty fine, will result in at least ten years in prison.”

“Moreover, Number Twelve Grimmauld Place is one of the offices of the Order of the Phoenix,” Tierra said. “To put it bluntly, I could prosecute him for espionage and endangering national security. At that point, he would be facing life imprisonment or even death.

"Is it...is it that serious?" Harry asked, somewhat dumbfounded.

“Voldemort hasn’t been caught yet,” Tierra said. “Theoretically speaking, we’re at war now. If this were in the Muggle world, he’d be dragged out and shot for ten minutes, which would be the least of his worries.”

(End of this chapter)