Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones

Chapter 765
Irina Smirnov understood Tiera's plan, but she didn't say anything.

“Diana’s failure was entirely expected. The reality we must face is that Voldemort, now back to his senses, is far more formidable than before. His influence is spreading rapidly, and all our current ideas are too abstract, lacking any tangible benefits or foundation to support them.” Tierra set down her wine glass and calmly surveyed the numerous Ministry of Magic officials in the banquet hall. “As I said, nationalism is a powerful weapon. In its early stages, we must eliminate them all; otherwise, nothing can stop its advance, especially when one race has lived under the oppression of another for millennia.”

“Racism in this context is irrational and fanatical, and extremely easy for those with ulterior motives to exploit,” Tierra continued at the banquet. “This is our celebration, a celebration of the successful completion of the first wizarding community in Britain.”

“Although I don’t want to offer any interpretations on such a joyous occasion, but,” Tiera smiled, “if I don’t say something, you probably won’t be able to eat, will you?”

“Mr. Tierra, we have been labeled traitors to the wizarding race,” said Donil Klosterman, the current head of the Klosterman family from Finland. “Our family businesses in Finland have been attacked by many bewitched wizards!”

“Voldemort’s rise worries me; the benefits his rule promises are attracting too many people. We need more supporters and a stronger ally to fight him,” Irina continued, then sighed. “We’ve already contacted the higher-ups in our country’s Muggle community and are hoping they can support me, but…”

"But they're unwilling?" Tiera finished Irina's sentence. "Let me guess, how did those Muggle world political veterans brush you off? Um... sorry, I think this is an internal matter for you wizards, and you should resolve it yourselves, or... they simply didn't see you and gave you the cold shoulder?"

“Yes, yes,” Irina said bitterly.

“No, no, no, Irina, even if it's a request for help, it shouldn't be done this way,” Tiera said with a smile.

A sense of helplessness flashed through Irina's mind. She understood that Tyella was right; both Diana's failure and the Muggle world's indifference towards them proved that Voldemort's influence was spreading rapidly.

“A real plea for help should force the Muggle world to ask us for help, not for us to beg for their help like beggars,” Tierra said.

"Mr. Tyella, I don't quite understand why a Muggle would beg for our help?"

“Voldemort’s crisis isn’t just a crisis for the wizarding world,” Tierra said. “As I’ve said before, racism is a powerful weapon, but it only works when it’s constantly expanding. Once their expansion stops—”

“Swish—” Tyrell stretched out his fingers, mimicking the sound of a blade cutting through the air, and gently stabbed at Arthur Weasley sitting next to him, saying, “This blade will turn around and stab its allies, until it can no longer be distinguished by any race, and then it will stop.”

(End of this chapter)