Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The conference room became silent because of Tiera's words.

Tiera's plan sounded simple, straightforward, and impossibly cold.

This disregard for life, ethnicity, ethics and the ancient rules between wizards made all the wizards sitting there feel restless, and they were finally reminded of Tiera's identity once again——

He is a god, a four-dimensional creature that has traveled through the three-dimensional origin.

His power is above all others, as is his spirit, his mind.

Everyone was silently thinking about the feasibility of Tiera's plan.

By increasing Muggle fertility and screening the population for potential wizarding genes, the number of wizards could be increased, giving them an advantage in future wars.

However, this plan assumes that "gifts related to spiritual dimensions are indeed genetically controlled."

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

And even if the number of wizards increases, by how much? millions? Tens of millions? Or several hundred million? Or, how many more wizards are needed to compete with the Muggle world?

From the current two million wizards to hundreds of millions of wizards, how many ethical and moral constraints will they have to break through? How many of the rules they once took for granted are they going to give up?

Tiera did not give a convincing answer to this question——

No, not only that, Tiera doesn't even mention it positively, as if these sacrifices are insignificant dust.

"But you are a god," Wendalo Xi'er said tremblingly. She couldn't help but stretched out her smooth and white hands to touch the crown suspended above her head. "No one knows your power better than me. You can surely lead us to revival.”

"Hmph." Tiera sneered, "It's hard to persuade a damned person with good words."

Tiera said something in Chinese, and then explained in English: "No matter how good your words are, no matter how superb your conversation skills are, it is difficult to persuade someone who is obsessed with committing suicide."

"Look at what my current policy is? What is it for? Huh?" Tiera asked.

"I expanded the enrollment, gathered all the young generation in the UK, gathered at Hogwarts, and did everything I could to ensure that they receive the best and most advanced magical education and stimulate their potential to the greatest extent."

"I formulate a fertility policy to encourage everyone in the wizarding world to have children. I will give generous gold galleons for every child born, plus monthly alimony until adulthood."

"But this is too slow and too dangerous. According to the current and next ten years, the wizarding world's population will start inbreeding within a few generations, so I spare no effort to recruit immigrants, and I guarantee you an extremely generous salary. The reward is the refining method with the highest success rate of the magic stone, and an unlimited supply of elixir of life."

"I also asked Mr. Weasley to explore the idle and abandoned villages in the UK. I will occupy these uninhabited and vacant places step by step. I will transform the British Isles into the wizarding British Isles. I will We want to build this place into a wizard’s empire.”

"This is our base, this is our country. I want to build a wizard empire with a population of over 100 million on this island." Tiera said with a smile, "With only such a population, only sitting on such an island country As the center of power, I have the confidence to deal with the Muggle world government."

"But you seem to distrust me." After delivering an impassioned speech, Tiera changed the subject and began to hammer away.

"Everyone who is working on this, except for Mr. Arthur Weasley and Miss Wenda Rosier, has more or less obeyed my orders and acted passively. Am I right?"

"I'm very sorry, Mr. Tiera." The person who spoke this time was a middle-aged woman named Irina Smirnov from the Russian Magic Secret Society. Her voice was very soft, with a hint of hoarseness, which made People are like a spring breeze.

"We seem to have some misunderstandings about some of your orders. Please forgive us for our mistakes." Irena Smirnov continued, "Please allow me to take the liberty to ask. In your heart, we... I mean Get rid of your friend Mr. Dumbledore, your friend's subordinates and students, and your most staunch supporter Miss Wenda Rosier, most of us, us, and all the remaining wizards, and then you What's the position in your heart?"

"Your rise has been too rapid and dazzling." Irena Smirnov continued to explain, "We know very little about your rise and the source of your power. Such unknowns really help to highlight your power. But at the same time, you have plunged us into deep fear. Your power is far greater than before, but the fear you bring us is also far greater than before. And with the change in your thinking, you are now different from what you were in the past. The gap between established ideals is too huge. We need an attitude from you, where do you think we are?”

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