Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 720
“That’s why you terrify me,” Dumbledore said. “Ever since you confessed everything to me two years ago. The unknown is always frightening.”

“I can’t see your intentions, I can’t see your thoughts. Ever since you became a god, everything you’ve done has been so selfless, as if you’re making a complete sacrifice for the entire wizarding world, but…” Dumbledore looked at Tyella deeply through his crescent-shaped spectacles, “I always feel that you have some other purpose.”

“Headmaster Dumbledore, I wonder if you’ve ever heard this old saying?” Tyella recited in Chinese, “Saints judge by their deeds, not their intentions; and in terms of intentions, no one in the world is perfect.”

“Of course I have my own purposes, but does it really matter?” Tierra countered. “I have ideas and the ability to resolve the conflicts and contradictions between the wizarding world and the Muggle world, and lead the entire wizarding society to a higher level. To be honest, with my abilities, even if I were to rule the wizarding world with violence like Gellert Grindelwald or Voldemort, and become a dictator.”

“But I didn’t,” Tiera said. “I didn’t even have the slightest thought of seizing power. I promoted many members of the Order of the Phoenix to the most critical positions. I did my best to cultivate young people and let them grow as much as possible. I reformed the education system so that I could provide a better next generation for the wizarding community.”

"So, Principal, please stop worrying about my hidden motives, okay?"

“Alas,” Dumbledore sighed, “Forgive me for the sentimentality and suspicion of an old man.”

“Alright, Tyella, I believe you.” Dumbledore paused, then added, “However, we cannot ignore any potential risks, as they could cause our plans to fail.”

Dumbledore gave his instructions like a nagging old father.

“Since you’ve brought it up,” Tyrell smiled slyly and tapped lightly on Dumbledore’s desk—

A small booklet appeared on Dumbledore's desk.

“This is…” Dumbledore picked up the booklet with a puzzled look. “These are the addresses of the most stubborn and rebellious wizarding communities in France, Austria, and Belgium,” Tyella said. “Since you’re going on a trip anyway, why not visit the wizards in these areas if it’s convenient?”

"It would be best if we could bring Nicholas Lemère along; they have great faith in you and Mr. Lemère."

"You want me to persuade them to move?" Dumbledore asked, raising an eyebrow.

“I don’t want to come to the point where I have to use harsh methods, Headmaster Dumbledore,” Tierra replied with a grin. “After hearing Mr. Weasley’s report, you should know how crucial it is for our plan to concentrate the entire population in England.”

"Since you're going to travel around anyway, you can try to persuade them if you see them."

"Alright, alright, I'll think about it," Dumbledore said helplessly, then put the booklet back into his desk. "I can help you persuade him, but... I can't guarantee what Flamel will think."

“Nick Lema seems to be a little unhappy with you lately,” Dumbledore added.

“I did go a little too far in some things,” Tierra apologized with a smile. Having spent his previous life in academia, he knew that old and knowledgeable people like Nicholas Lemay were always more responsive to gentle persuasion than force. “But I hope he can understand that extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures.”

(End of this chapter)