Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 766
“Then my comrades, do you know what I mean?” Tierra asked with a smile.

"You mean that if Voldemort wants to achieve his goals by using racism as a sword, he must keep attacking and conquering? Whether it's us or Muggles?" Balaz Locke Hoffmann, the head of Germany's oldest wizarding family, suddenly realized.

“Very clever!” Tierra praised. “This is the best situation for us. Voldemort will definitely choose one of us or Muggles as his target, so what we need to do now is defend.”

“It’s not just about military defense, but more importantly, about defending the ideological front,” Tiera said. “The most important thing is the ideological front, or rather, the ideological front.”

"So what's our defensive strategy?" Tiera suddenly asked, pointing at Irina.

"Hmm... to proclaim your greatness and spread your ideas?" Irina said hesitantly.

"What is our defensive strategy?" Tierra was clearly dissatisfied with Irina's answer and instead pointed at Arthur Weasley.

"Hmm...have a baby?" Arthur said.

“That’s right, absolutely right,” Tiera said. “Population, we must increase our population, and at the same time, improve their happiness!”

“As long as we maintain our population advantage and our position in public opinion, we will not be afraid of Voldemort’s offensive. And once he realizes that he cannot conquer us in a short time, then they will…” Tierra paused deliberately and glanced at the people sitting in the banquet hall.

“He will attack Muggles!” Irina suddenly said.

Only now has Tiera's plan been fully revealed to everyone.

“Yes, he will attack Muggles,” Tierra said approvingly. “That’s why we need to have more children and build more bases. We need to spread our population out, establish our bases, and mix with this Muggle land. They won’t be able to use weapons of mass destruction against us, and they won’t have good ways to identify us.”

"Then we'll sit back and watch Voldemort fight the fiercest opposition among the Muggles," Tierra said, her eyes gleaming. "If Voldemort is strong enough, their war could last for months, years, or even decades. In the meantime, we'll have children, establish bases, and let our wizarding bases—no, by then they should be called wizarding cities—mix our cities with Muggle cities, thus transforming the entire Commonwealth Empire into a Wizarding Federation Empire."

Tierra's narration plunged everyone into deep thought, each silently contemplating the future this plan could bring.

It was an incredibly grand blueprint.

Tierra took a sip of her wine and squinted at everyone present.

Many of them had already envisioned a future wizarding empire where they would eliminate their rivals and Tiera would rule the world alongside them.

Well, how should I put it? When Tiera saw that several people in a row had the same thought, she suddenly felt a little speechless.

They're smart, at least they know they can't beat themselves.

They're stupid enough to think they can defeat their competitors.

(End of this chapter)