Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 741
"So," Voldemort shrugged, leaned back in his chair, and silently sized up Brirem.

"I...I will definitely study hard from now on," Brireem said, feeling deeply ashamed.

"Don't get distracted," Voldemort said, continuing to explain the concepts to Brirem.

In the headmaster's office, unknown to Voldemort and Blair, Tyrell and Dumbledore sat in front of a crystal ball, which displayed a scene of Voldemort tutoring Blair.

"Why are you showing me this?" Dumbledore asked, puzzled.

"Let me show you how Voldemort was reformed," Tierra said with a smile.

"Voldemort can be reformed? Are you sure?" Dumbledore asked doubtfully.

"No, I was just teasing you." Tiera laughed heartily.

Dumbledore: "."

He opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

I want to start fighting right away, but I can't win.

“I have never thought there was anything wrong with my ideas,” Dumbledore said.

“Of course,” Tierra affirmed. “I don’t think there’s anything wrong with your theory either, and I never intended to ridicule your ideas. Your theory is perfectly applicable to peacetime.”

“The magic of love is, of course, the greatest and most powerful magic in the world,” Tierra said.

After all, the magic system native to Earth is a rather idealistic one. "In the old magic system, the two extreme emotions of love and killing can certainly unleash extremely powerful magic," Tiera said. "Kindness and love are the source of your magic; this is your strength, but also the limitation of your power."

“But I want to build a completely new magic system,” Tiera said. “A magic system that doesn’t depend on emotions, a completely rational magic system.”

“Yes, that’s where our theories clash,” Dumbledore said. “I think some of the penalties in the new British Magical Union constitution you’ve drafted are too harsh.”

“If the laws are not strict, the government will be in chaos,” Tiera said. “We are now in the early days of the empire, and the population is very diverse. There is no common event to unite the people. To be honest, they are certainly unwilling, especially the wizards who were forcibly moved here from their original places of residence.”

"The greater the power, the greater the responsibility," Dumbledore chuckled. "Since you've chosen this centralized management style, you'll just have to put up with it."

“Speaking of which,” Dumbledore picked up another cup of black tea and took a small sip, “even if you become a four-dimensional divine being, your magic is only theoretically infinite, right?”

“Yes.” Tiera raised an eyebrow and asked, “What? Are you considering how to deal with me?”

"Heh heh." Dumbledore chuckled without saying a word.

“I understand your thinking,” Tierra said. “You Westerners’ idea that power must be caged, or that power must be checked, blah blah blah.”

“But I have a different opinion,” Tierra said. “I believe that the checks and balances on power come from the people.”

"That's what I'm doing now. I'm trying to improve everyone's magical level. When everyone has the power of Voldemort, then no one will be Voldemort anymore."

(End of this chapter)