Harry Potter and the Old Ones Chapter 200

"Gellert devised a ritual of death," Dumbledore said.

"I don't know how he thought of it, but he is undoubtedly a genius. A genius in every sense." Dumbledore exclaimed, "That's why I said that you are far worse than him."

Tiera:  …

Yes, yes, I know, I'm far worse than your dear Gellert, do you have to say that there are none of these?

"When Gellert was sixteen, Durmstrong found he could no longer turn a blind eye to his wicked, messy experiments—" said Dumbledore. Denavo's vicious, messy experiments in flesh-and-blood magic have turned a blind eye, and he has been expelled from school."

"Flesh magic?" Tiera raised her eyebrows, isn't it a coincidence?

"Yes, flesh and blood magic," Dumbledore said with a smile. "So, Tierra, can you guess how Gellert took back the Elder Wand from Death?"

"Mr. Principal." Tiera sighed helplessly, "If you have anything to say, please tell me quickly? Don't keep making me guess, I have classes in a while."

"What does it matter?" Dumbledore also poured a cup of black tea for Tiera and said, "I haven't chatted with anyone like this for a long time, so let's satisfy a centenarian's little wish."

"By the way, this morning is Professor Flitwick's Charms class. I know you haven't attended it for a long time." Dumbledore said, "So what does it matter if you miss another lesson?"

Tiera:  …

You are a very bad old man. You took the lead in inciting students to skip classes.

"Okay." Tiera said with a sigh, "So what happened next? I can't wait to find out."

"Gellert is a genius," Dumbledore said again.

Tiera:  …

I know, you just said this.

"He used the results of his previous experiments to create a body and another 'Gellert Grindelwald'," Dumbledore said, "and then he used a very evil black magic to cut part of his own soul. , fused with the empty shell of that 'Gellert Grindelwald' to create a dark alchemical lifeform."

"It was a living Horcrux, protected by an extremely powerful black magic shell," said Dumbledore. "Neither the Gregorovich family's revenge nor anyone else who wanted the Elder Wand had no interest in him. any way."

"After Gellert had harvested enough lives with the Elder Wand, he turned the point on himself—" Dumbledore said after a pause.

"Accurately speaking, Gellert's body killed his own dark life form."

"Gellert let his dark life form be defeated by the German Auror who pretended to be his own body, and was killed on the high-profile execution ground." Dumbledore said, "Gellert Grindelwald killed over himself, Gellert Grindelwald over death—"

"Through this ceremony, he regained the Elder Wand from Death," Dumbledore said.

"Three days later, he was 'resurrected'," said Dumbledore, "establishing an irreversible authority before his followers."

"In this way, Gellert fulfilled the picture in his prophecy-" Dumbledore said, "that is, Gellert Grindelwald was executed in the public eye."

"Let me guess, Mr. Headmaster," Tiera said. "Gellert was tied to a cross when he was executed, wasn't he?"

"Yes," said Dumbledore, "you should call him Grindelwald, or Mr. Grindelwald, by the way."

Tiera:  …

There are too many flaws. Tiera doesn't know where to start vomiting.

Good guy, Tiera can only say good guy, this Grindelwald could play when he was young.

Much better than a village-level terrorist.

This is called the Dark Lord, and a certain Tom Riddle is at best a village-level terrorist.

"With all due respect, Mr. Headmaster," Tiera interrupted, "why did Mr. Grindelwald fulfill this prophecy? Isn't there a less nasty way to get the Elder Wand?"

"Prophecy is immutable," Dumbledore said. "The visions of the future that prophets see are absolutely unchangeable. They will happen, but they are not necessarily correct."

"Understood." Tiera understood, "the event is absolute, but the truth is relative, the absolute event is that Gellert Grindelwald was executed, and the relative truth is that it was Gellert who was killed. Grindelwald's body, or his alchemy life form, or a random stranger who took the compound decoction and was controlled by the Imperius Curse."

"Yes, a one-sided picture can't tell the truth behind the whole incident." Dumbledore said with a smile, as if he was satisfied with Tiera's understanding, "If Gellert doesn't take much trouble to arrange this death ceremony, then It is he who is tied to the cross, and he will die in real life."

"So he deceived the future?" Tiera asked.

"No, he designed the future, and behind great disasters there is usually great vitality. He chose the truth that is most beneficial to him under the given future events." Dumbledore said, "So you see, mention Yella, you have absolutely no need to be afraid of your own talent."

Tiera:  …

"I remember you are Chinese, right?" Dumbledore asked.

"Yes," Tiera replied, "always."

"Then it's easy to explain." Dumbledore said, "I have been to China. It is a beautiful country, and it is a nation with a bright future."

"Thank you." Tiera said proudly.

"There is an old saying in China." Dumbledore paused, then suddenly spoke Chinese:

"The Great Dao is fifty, the sky is four and nine, and people escape one of them."

Tiera:  …

Your old Chinese is good enough.

"Do you know what that means?" Dumbledore asked.

"I don't know." Tiera replied.

"Assuming that there are fifty laws of the operation and development of things in the world, forty-nine of them are destined, and one of them is life, which is the way of life under the dead end, and the great opportunity after the catastrophe. said Dumbledore, "so don't be afraid of your talent, accept him, embrace him, he's your life, your chance!"

Tiera:  …

Yes, so when we talk about it, you still want me to embrace my talent.

It should be said that this Dumbledore is worthy of being the ex-boyfriend of the first generation of the Dark Lord. He speaks evidence, presents facts, draws conclusions, and is full of pyramid selling skills.

If Tiera was really an ordinary kid, maybe he would have followed, but unfortunately he is not—

He knows very well that a person like himself who has received the chaotic grace of ambush is already reluctant to live on earth. If he spied into higher dimensions randomly, it can only be said that he thinks that he is not dying fast enough.

So if it's about training his prophetic ability, that's nothing to talk about, but maybe...

I could sell a few prophecies to Dumbledore.

Tiera thought so.

"You are the last prophet born in two millennia," said Dumbledore. "There has always been prophecy that every two millenniums is a cycle, and the last prophet of two millennia will receive Far beyond the power of the first prophet, he will build a cause that no one can match."

Tiera:  …

Does it count to lead the second **** of the three pillars to visit his beautiful hometown, the global village?

To make outstanding contributions to the development of tourism in our village.

You must know that the situation was extremely dangerous.

For Tierra, if one does not hold back the entire global village, she has to follow along.

To some extent, Tiera saved the world for the second time.

This is truly unsurpassed.

"Think about it~www.mtlnovel.com~Tiera, think about it." Dumbledore said without saying a word when he saw Tiera, "Think about what a great talent you have, time It will lose its meaning in front of you, all knowledge will be at your fingertips, truth and falsehood, death and life are just playthings in your palm."

Tiera:  …

Oh, is it so? I do not believe.

You edit, you continue to edit.

"So embrace your talent, Tiera." Dumbledore said again, "Don't be afraid of Tiera, it's nothing to be afraid of, come, let me teach you, let me teach you how to use your talent, how to manipulate you s future."

"Isn't it just a Voldemort? What's so scary," Dumbledore said powerfully, "We will face him together, and we will crush him together!"

"No." Tiera stood up and said.

"What?" Dumbledore was stunned, obviously he never expected that his persuasion would fail.

"Those futures, those futures I saw." Tiera burst out crying, "It's so bitter, so tired, I don't want to bear it."

"I don't have any ambition." Tiera said tearfully, "I never wanted this ability, and I never wanted to take on that responsibility."

After speaking, Tiera ran out of Dumbledore's office crying.

"Ah..." Dumbledore also stood up, sighed and rubbed his brows wearily.

Then she looked indifferently at Tiera's passing away——

"Yes, go escape, go!" Dumbledore's strong voice sounded in Tiera's ear——

"But do you think you can escape?"

"You can escape my office, but can you escape fate?"

Chapter end