Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"Huh, I'm sorry, Professor Dumbledore, I was too thoughtless." Sirius said after being silent for a while, "Keeping Mundungus inside the Order is indeed a hidden danger."

"So, what about the actions of the Ministry of Magic in Europe? Those wars? And the dark magic courses taught in schools, do you also acquiesce?" Sirius asked again.

"Tacit consent?" Tiera asked, "No, Tiera and I, as well as Nicola Flamel, and our other old colleagues jointly pushed for these things to happen."

"What exactly do you want to do?" Sirius asked in disbelief, "Are you so afraid of Voldemort that you would not hesitate to taint our children with dark magic?"

"Oh, no, Sirius, no..." Old God Tiera said calmly, "Voldemort is nothing. In my eyes, he is no different from a gangster. He is childish, immature, and too much." Conceited and inferior, such people cannot achieve anything."

"I'm worried about the Muggles," Tiera said calmly.

"Muggles?" Sirius exclaimed, "Muggles? Why are you afraid of Muggles? They are such kind and lovely little beings, why should we be afraid of them?"

"Cute?" Tiera laughed softly, but the eyes behind the half-moon lenses were filled with mockery and sarcasm, "Kind?"

"Oh, Sirius, you like Muggle things so much, why don't you read their history books?" Tiera leaned forward slightly and looked at Sirius with her eyes.

"Or...why not read our own history of magic book?" Tiera chuckled again, "Oh, I almost forgot, the subject you learned the worst when you were in school was the history of magic. …No wonder…No wonder…No wonder that after you stayed in Azkaban for twelve years, you forgot even the little bit of knowledge you had left.”

"Muggles... have never been a cute and kind species..." Tiera said with a smile, "Or in other words, a small number of Muggles may be cute, kind, and upright, but most of them Muggles have a natural fear of things they don't know."

"This fear can be so strong and terrifying that it can transform a cute and kind-hearted little sheep into a brutal gray wolf." Tiera said, "That's how the witch hunt comes about, isn't it?"

"But, but that was, that was the past... Muggles are very cute now." Sirius was still fighting hard.

"So I asked you to read more Muggle history books." Tiera leaned back on her seat and sneered, "especially those about wars and the history of the triangular trade."

"Those Muggles are all of the same race, even the same skin color. They can beat each other's brains out." Tiera said, "Not to mention the slave trade between different skin colors and different races. and genocide”

"Even to this day, the wars and genocides caused by the Muggle society, the American Angsa-Jewish Group, have not stopped." Tiera said aggressively, "Not to mention the mass murder weapons in their hands. ——”

"nuclear weapon."

"An iron bomb about the size of a ship," Tiera described. "Oh, an atomic bomb."

Tiera sighed, "The crystallization of human technology, the miracle of human creativity, just such a cannonball can erupt with a temperature comparable to the sun, turning a prosperous city into scorched earth in an instant, and after that For more than a hundred years, no human beings could live within a few hundred kilometers of the explosion.”

"So you want to destroy Muggles like Voldemort?" Sirius suddenly became excited. "Is this why you teach children dark arts?"

"No, no" Tiera said, "The moment the first atomic bomb was detonated in 1945, we no longer had any chance. Muggles had entered a new era, a period of tremendous development. era, and what about us? Our wizarding society is still fragmented, still fighting among itself, and still fighting openly and secretly for the few, pitiful power and money."

"Too stupid!" Tiera said angrily, "Too pitiful!"

"It's so sad." Tiera sighed, sitting there dejectedly like a real old man.

"Our wizarding society is so pathetic," Tiera said. "Once such a wizarding society comes into contact with Muggle society, once it is exposed to all Muggles, we will not have any chance."

"So I acquiesce and even support Tiera to seize Gringotts' gold coins and further use these gold galleons to mess up the European economy. I acquiesce to Tiera and the Ministry of Magic of those countries to sign post-war contracts to let the impact of the war Expand and spread to the entire wizarding world." Tiera nodded and said, "Because I want a united and powerful magic world, and I want the entire wizarding world to condense into a whole."

"At the same time, I support Tiera in teaching those children dark magic, because these magics will not only protect them from possible conflicts between wizards and Muggles in the future, but more. These dark magics involve many kinds of magic. Principles involve the essence and truth of magic. Learning to master these truths and stimulating the continued thinking of these young wizards can bring new vitality to our magic academic community."

"The establishment of the new Miskatonic University will cultivate outstanding talents for our wizarding world. It is very likely that one, two, or even more of these talents will far surpass Nick Flamel and far surpass me. Far more talented wizards than Gellert Grindelwald, their emergence will set off one technological revolution after another in the wizarding world. Our magic, our spells, and potions will also be like the Muggle world. Just like the Industrial Revolution, it will increase the capital for our wizards to fight against Muggles and inject new vitality into our magical society."

"Professor Dumbledore." Sirius looked at Dumbledore at a loss, his eyes were strange, as if he was not looking at Dumbledore, but at a stranger, a high-ranking politician.

"You have changed." Sirius said dejectedly, "You are no longer as kind as before. The former Dumbledore would not leave those wizards suffering in Europe alone, and would not risk the innocence of those young wizards. The risk of the soul being tainted by black magic to resist the illusory danger that may arise at any time.”

"Oh Sirius, Sirius." Tiera smiled and shook her head, but his appearance as an old Dumbledore seemed to burst out with extremely powerful vitality at that moment -

It's like the sinking sun is releasing its last ray of light.

"You don't know me too well." Tiera smiled and looked at Sirius through half-moon glasses, "You met me too late. I was already old when you met me. All my ambitions have been burned to ashes, and all I want is to maintain the current peace and stability of the magical world. But I have not always been like this."

"Although you ran away from the Black family when you were in school, your parents should have brought you, the eldest son of the Black family, to know a lot of old wizards during the years you lived in the Black family, right? You have known a lot of them and survived. A centuries-old antique, right?”

"Find time to visit them, find time to ask them."

"Ask them what kind of person I, Dumbledore, am."

"Ask me about the past when I was young and frivolous."

"Ask. My story with Gellert Grindelwald."

"Then you can meet the real Dumbledore."

"Then you will know the reason why I support Tiera."

"When I was young, I looked so much like Tiera."