Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 704 Location
The meeting room fell silent after Tierra's words.

Tierra's plan sounded simple, straightforward, and incredibly cold.

This disregard for life, community, ethics, and the outdated rules among wizards made all the wizards present uneasy, and they were once again reminded of Tyella's identity—

He is a god, a four-dimensional being who has crossed the origin of three dimensions.

His power surpasses that of all others, as does his spirit and his thoughts.

Everyone silently pondered the feasibility of Tierra's plan.

By increasing the birth rate of Muggles and screening for individuals with potential wizarding genes, the number of wizards can be increased, thus gaining an advantage in future wars.

However, this plan is based on the premise that "talents related to the spiritual dimension are indeed controlled by genes."

If this connection is not genetically controlled, then Tiera's plan may fail.

Moreover, even if the number of wizards increases, how much more? Millions? Tens of millions? Or hundreds of millions? Or how many more wizards would be enough to contend with the Muggle world?

From the current two million wizards to hundreds of millions, how many ethical and moral constraints will they have to break through? How many rules that they used to take for granted will they have to abandon?
Tierra did not provide a convincing answer to this question.

No, not only that, Tiera didn't even mention it directly, as if these sacrifices were insignificant specks of dust.

“But you are a god,” Wenda Rosie said tremulously, unable to resist reaching out her smooth, white hand to touch the crown floating above her head. “No one knows your power better than I do. You will surely lead us to revival.”

"Hmph." Tiera sneered, "You damned fool, you can't be reasoned with."

Tierra spoke a sentence in Chinese, then explained in English, “No matter how eloquent the words or how skillful the conversation, it’s difficult to persuade someone who is determined to commit suicide.” “Look at my current policy. What is it for? Hmm?” Tierra countered.

"I expanded enrollment, bringing all the young generation together in England, together at Hogwarts, and doing everything I could to ensure they received the best and most advanced magical education, maximizing their potential."

"I have established a birth policy to encourage everyone in the wizarding world to have children. For each child born, I will give a generous amount of Galleons, plus monthly child support until the child reaches adulthood."

"But this is too slow and too dangerous. Given the current and next ten years' population of the wizarding world, inbreeding will begin in a few generations. So I am sparing no effort to recruit immigrants. I promise you incredibly generous rewards, the most successful method for refining Philosopher's Stones, and an unlimited supply of the Elixir of Immortality."

"I also sent Mr. Weasley to explore the abandoned and deserted villages in England. I want to take over these uninhabited and vacant places step by step. I want to transform the British Isles into a wizarding Britain. I want to build a wizarding empire here."

"This is our base, this is our kingdom. I will build a wizarding empire with a population of over 100 million on this island," Tiera said with a smile. "Only with such a population, only by sitting in the center of power of such an island nation, can I have the confidence to deal with the Muggle world government."

"But...you seem to distrust me very much," Tierra said after delivering her impassioned speech, then abruptly changed the subject and began to criticize.

"Everyone here, except Mr. Arthur Weasley and Miss Vinda Rosie, has more or less disobeyed my orders and slacked off. Am I right?"

“I’m very sorry, Mr. Tierra.” This time, it was a middle-aged woman named Irina Smirnov from the Russian Magic Society who spoke. Her voice was very soft, with a slight huskiness, which was like a gentle breeze.

“We seem to have misunderstood some of your orders, please forgive our oversight,” Irina Smirnov continued. “If I may be so bold as to ask, where do we—I mean, aside from your good friend Mr. Dumbledore, your friend’s subordinates and students, and your staunchest supporter Miss Venda Rosie—stand in your heart, most of us, and all the remaining wizards?”

“Your rise has been too rapid and dazzling,” Irina Smirnov continued. “We know very little about your rise and the source of your power. This unknown certainly helps to highlight your strength, but at the same time, it plunges us into deep fear. Your power is far greater than before, but the fear you bring us is also far greater than before. Moreover, the shift in your thinking, the gap between your current state and the ideals you established in the past is too vast. We need your attitude: where do you see us?”

Irina Smirnov's problem is also the problem of most people in this conference room.

(End of this chapter)