Harry Potter and the Old Ones

"How's it going?" Dumbledore, who said he was sick and living on the top floor of the tower, took a big sip of the ice-cold honey lemonade sent by the house elf. "Did the talks with the saints of Grindelwald go well?"

"Alas" Tiera, who was sitting opposite Dumbledore and playing chess with Dumbledore, sighed helplessly, "Politics."

"Politics is fun, right?" Dumbledore said with a gloating smile.

At this time, Dumbledore had just finished an interesting trip and returned to Hogwarts to rest.

"It's fun, but their ancestors are having fun." Tiera said viciously. It seemed that only in front of Dumbledore, who knew him well, could he briefly take off his disguise and no longer pretend to be so mysterious or aloof.

"Arthur reported your plan to me." Dumbledore said without any scruples, leaning on the back of the chair in the principal's office.

"It's perfect." Dumbledore commented, "Much more perfect than my or Gellert's plans and ideas."

"Thank you for the compliment." Tiera waved her hand, and a pot of black tea, two tea cups, and a whole piece of chocolate vanilla pie appeared on the desk in front of Dumbledore.

"Then the next work needs to be completed by you young people." Dumbledore looked at Tiera, picked up the tea cup and took a sip of black tea.

"Yes, we will try our best." Tiera responded with a gentle smile.

"I believe you will do well." Dumbledore continued, wanting to say some more words of encouragement, but the next moment -

"Ding ding dong dong——"

Dumbledore only felt a strong vibration, as if the whole world was shaking. The bottles and cans in the principal's office collided with each other, making a very clear clanging sound.

However, this strong vibration only lasted for a short period of time.

"Earthquakes seem to be becoming more and more frequent recently." Dumbledore silently put down the half-filled cup of black tea, and then used a cleaning spell to wash away the black tea stains on his wizard robes.

"Yes." Tiera also waved her hand and helped Dumbledore restore the broken bottles and jars in his office to their original state.

"Wait a minute. Wait a minute." Dumbledore narrowed his eyes and looked around.

"My little darlings have been broken more than once, haven't they?" Dumbledore asked.

"As you said, earthquakes have become more and more frequent recently. I have to take care of your office during your absence, right?" Tiera said easily.

"This earthquake is not like a normal earthquake," Dumbledore said. "I remember that the Scottish Highlands are not in the earthquake zone."

"Your knowledge is really profound." Tiera praised.

"What's going on?" Dumbledore asked bluntly.

"It was me who did it." Tiera said with a smile, "I am keeping the British Isles away from the European continent little by little."

"Can you do this?" Dumbledore asked in shock.

"Why not?" Tiera asked, "I have to leave a way out for the wizards. You have to know that the plans I made are only under the most ideal circumstances. Once the Muggle government is unwilling to accept us, once--"

"No, no, no, I mean, is there such a spell that can do all this?" Dumbledore asked.

"Of course." Tiera replied, "I was able to summon a meteorite from outer space when I was in fourth grade."

My health is getting better, but I can’t withstand everyone’s monthly ticket bombardment, and I feel that I should not let everyone down.