Harry Potter and the Great Old Ones.

Chapter 862 Liang Zhu
Tiera bowed her head, her gaze fixed on the past, on the countless universes that made her up—

He saw the past, present, and future in countless universes, everything that had happened, was happening, and was about to happen. He saw how the Tiera he left behind united to promote the integration of wizarding and Muggle societies and jointly step into the interstellar age.
We also saw how the Tierras fought amongst themselves and ultimately missed a good opportunity;

We also saw that the Tiera disregarded the overall situation, cared only about their own power, fought among themselves, and ultimately, the wizards fled far away, and human technological civilization regressed.

We also saw the Tyrells disregard the bigger picture, focusing solely on their own power and fighting amongst themselves. However, Hermione, with unwavering faith, became a god, choosing the divinity of "war" and becoming the Goddess of War. She drew power from the wars between divine beings and ultimately slew the Tyrells one by one, bringing peace to the world.

I also saw many other universes, and witnessed how Elena Kaslana stirred up trouble at Hogwarts, acting like a spoiled brat.

We also saw how Alan Harris succumbed to the allure of women, conquering young girls and building a harem.

I also saw many time travelers, and how they put their ideals and ambitions into practice in the world of Harry Potter.

Some of them upheld their moral principles, some were slightly ruthless, and some were adaptable and cunning, but ultimately—

No one can break free from their shell, and no one can achieve the ultimate dimensional ascension.

Tiera also saw the Black Pharaoh, an arrogant Egyptian pharaoh dressed in a magnificent robe, who was teaching humanity how to use technology with a sinister heart.

The Night Howler, an ugly giant that roars incessantly, has a huge tentacle growing where its face should be;

The Faceless God, a faceless sphinx with wings;
Night Demon, a swollen monster resembling a bat, with a single, fiery red eye split into three parts;

There are also the Dark One, the Swollen Woman, the Messenger of the Old Gods, Lenogeki, and Attu.
Tiera only needed to lower her head slightly to immediately see the infinite incarnations of herself and Nyarlathotep.

And those endless incarnations also noticed the gaze from one of the three pillar gods, the great Tiera.

Including Merlin and Gellert Grindelwald
As Tiera lowered her gaze, countless Merlins and Gellerts in the infinite universe simultaneously raised their heads, looking towards the infinitely high dimension.

"you made it."

"you made it."

Gellert and Merlin said at the same time.

Please release us.

Please release us.

Their voices were filled with compassion and pleading.

Tiera may be their descendant, and have received their favors, but now, Tiera is the new pillar, the new chaos that lies dormant.

They believed in Tyrell's power, but not in his mercy.

"Grant us an eternal and peaceful death."

"Grant us an eternal and peaceful death."

Tierra sighed softly, keeping her promise, just as she had made when she met Gellert Grindelwald at the beginning of fifth grade—

Tiera granted them an eternal and peaceful death.

Tierra severed Merlin and Gellert's connection as they ascended, pointing towards themselves. A golden flame instantly erupted around Grindelwald, burning like a raging inferno and illuminating the entire space. This flame did not bring destruction, but a sacred rebirth.

Flames danced around Grindelwald, enveloping his body, seemingly burning fiercely his past, his life, everything he was—golden light shone forth, like a convergence of ten thousand rays of sunlight.

The flames burned intensely against Grindelwald's skin, accompanied by a chilling crackling sound.

Golden flames licked his skin, instantly incinerating his appearance. But Grindelwald's expression was one of pleasure and relief, as if he had found inner peace and freedom in the baptism of fire.

As the flames burned, Grindelwald's muscles began to dissolve, melting into streams of liquid, metallic substance that flowed across his body. This golden liquid leaped and danced in the flames, as hot and violent as molten lava.

The flames did not cease; they continued to burn Grindelwald's bones, reducing his last resistance to ashes. Grindelwald's skeleton gradually became visible, consumed by the flames, and reduced to a pile of scorched remains.

However, his smile never stopped, as if he had found true freedom and liberation in the scorching heat of the flames.

As the flames burned, Grindelwald's form gradually collapsed, transforming into a golden ray of light. Within the light, a golden eagle rose gracefully, spreading its wings and soaring into the sky.

The eagle's body is solemn and majestic, its golden feathers gleaming with a dazzling light, as brilliant as the sun. Its wings are spread wide.
The eagle's posture is majestic and elegant, like a king in the sky.

The golden eagle soared to the sky and cried out, breaking free from Nurmengard and flying high into the heavens.

There are countless Dumbledores in countless universes.

Wherever they are—on a spaceship heading to explore the universe, retiring at Hogwarts, participating in the reconstruction of the wizarding world on an alien planet, at a tea party chatting with old friends, or even as corpses in a grave.
After hearing that eagle's cry that transcended time and space, Dumbledore from countless worlds felt a red flame rise from their bodies—

This is not a flame of destruction, but a transformation, a new beginning.

Flames danced around Dumbledore, enveloping his body, burning his robes, and scorching his skin, yet Dumbledore smiled, showing no sign of pain. His smile revealed a sense of relief and peace, as if he had long anticipated this moment.

As the flames burned, Dumbledore's figure began to blur, as if melting into the air.

However, this was not the end. As the flames gradually dissipated, Dumbledore had completely disappeared, and in his place appeared a golden-red phoenix.

The beauty of the phoenix is ​​beyond words. Its wings are as colorful as a rainbow, and as it flaps its wings, it scatters golden flames that light up the entire sky.

The phoenix let out a soft cry, transcending the shadows of time and space, and flew towards the eagle's howl, towards the golden eagle.

In the boundless universe, the two finally met.

A golden eagle and a red phoenix met in the void, filled with a familiar and intimate atmosphere, as if they were lovers reunited after countless centuries.

They circled around each other, fluttering their beautiful wings, and cheering with joy at their reunion.

Their calls are like a hymn, resounding in every corner of the universe, conveying a love that can never be fully expressed.

Their eyes met, a profound and pure love that transcended all boundaries and barriers.

The connection between them is not just a physical encounter, but also a deep connection and resonance of souls.

The golden eagle and the red phoenix flew into the distance, and they possessed all the time that followed.