Harry Potter and the Old Ones

The Wizarding World War that Tiera thinks:

Rows after rows of uniform wizards stood beside the Strait of Dover with wands hanging on their waists, with serious expressions and stern faces. They only waited for the command from the general headquarters to immediately change their appearance and fly to the other side.

The entire wizarding army was well organized and had a clear division of labor. In a very short period of time, they took control of the British Magic Federation's daily necessities factory, residential areas, Diagon Alley, Hogwarts and the original Ministry of Magic headquarters, and then sent a group of people who were proficient in rituals. The magicians worked together to build a huge ceremony, and used a large-scale ceremony to remove the massive gold coins hidden in the nine underground floors of the original Ministry of Magic, or use countless traceless extension boxes to remove as much gold as the underground gold could carry.

But in fact--

In the open space on the cliff near the sea in the Strait of Dover, one tent after another was erected out of nothing, surrounding seven or eight bonfires scattered throughout the open space on the cliff, forming a scattered and irregular camp. Of course, the current camp next to the Strait of Dover is far less popular in terms of scope and liveliness than the Quidditch that Tiera, Harry, Weasley and others went to participate in when she first entered fourth grade. The camp of the Qi World Cup.

But even so, the place is still bustling with people, and the noise is constant. The sounds of joking with each other, the sounds of drinking, laughter, and curses, accompanied by the heat of the campfire slowly float upwards, but there is no sound above the camp. In the distance, the masses of hot air and noisy sounds seemed to have encountered some invisible barrier and were blocked inside. Looking inside from the invisible barrier, there were only the sounds of wind, waves, and the grass and trees under the night. and beyond the vague outline of the cliff, no sound could be heard, and nothing else could be seen.

"Let them see the love and tenderness in my heart?" Tiera was suspended in the sky above the cliff, staring condescendingly at the Magic United Army distribution center on the cliff, looking at the wizards from all over the world who were as small as ants, as if All the protection charms, safety protection charms, earplugs listening charms and impregnable charms that the Auror elites jointly released were just like toilet paper, and Tiera could easily see through them.

Tiera lowered her head and looked at the lively Magic United Army, which looked like a market, and then shook her head helplessly: "Without organization and discipline, it's no wonder that Grindelwald's saints could easily wipe out the entire Europe."

"No wonder." Tiera put her hands behind her hands and looked up at the sky. "Back then, one Voldemort was able to sweep across the entire British wizarding world, leaving the entire British Ministry of Magic unable to fight back. Even the Death Eaters were more organized than this gang. Auror wizards are infinitely better."

"But all this will end tonight very soon." Tiera, who was suspended high in the sky, smiled strangely. "A new order will be established soon."

"Tonight is a full moon night, a curfew is in effect. Please return to your home after 6:30 pm. Please close the doors and windows tightly, and draw the curtains. No one is allowed to go out before dawn, and no doors or windows are allowed to be opened or closed. Open the curtains!”

Before nightfall, Tiera's voice could be heard in Diagon Alley. Tiera appeared one after another, leading groups of Aurors to walk through the streets and alleys of Diagon Alley and the original Knockturn Alley. Inside, shop after shop was searched, customers were dispersed, and they were asked to close the door and go home as soon as possible.

At the same time, other teams of Tiera, also with Auror wizards, appeared in the residences of various wizards, urging those wizards to close doors and windows, and even draw the curtains.

Everyone seemed to be used to this matter. The wizards who were forced to go home and the merchants who had to close their doors due to Tiera's order complained and cursed, but they did not resist in any way. Everyone did as Tiera said. After all, this wasn’t the first time this happened——

There was also a curfew on the night of the full moon last month because of the fear of werewolves hurting people.

But of course, last month's curfew was not implemented by Tiera, but was spontaneously promoted and carried out by some die-hard elements within the wizarding world.

Although many people in the British magical community are dissatisfied with Tiera's policy of absorbing werewolf wizards, under the shadow of Tiera's powerful strength, the deal is done and the rice is cooked, and they have nothing to say. Something, so I could only hold my nose and recognize it.

But of course, although most wizards in the wizarding world recognize the status of werewolf wizards in the British wizarding world under the current rule of the Magic Federation, various implicit discriminations still exist——

On the night of the full moon, the curfew spontaneously organized by those die-hard conservative elements was an explosion of this implicit discrimination.

It was a curfew rather than a strike. Those stubborn wizards and the shops they controlled had not opened their doors since that morning, and then took the opportunity to wander around Diagon Alley, shouting everywhere, and hyping up the werewolves. Hazard, seems to want to encourage others to strike together.

Of course Tiera would not allow this kind of thing——

In other words, he was already prepared.

The moment the group of wizards went on strike, Tiera immediately launched the "Measures for the Management of Stalls in Diagon Alley" and released a stall-setting brigade composed of house elves and some goblins to disperse to every corner of Diagon Alley. It almost completely took over the functions of those shops that were on strike.

The first strike by the die-hards in the magic world was easily broken up by Tiera.

But this time it was just right. With the gimmick of their strike a month ago, Tiera could trap all the wizards in their own homes this time to avoid causing trouble for themselves——

Didn't Dumbledore want me to show tenderness and love?

Then I will show tenderness and love.

The weather is getting colder, and the Magical United Army should go bankrupt.

"Ah! Tiera!?" When Tiera rang the doorbell at door 15 of Elephant Castle Community on the south bank of the Thames in London, Hermione who came to answer the doorbell screamed in surprise, "You, you ,How did you come?"

"Come in!" Hermione hurriedly smoothed her hair, which was as messy as a broom, and then hid by the back door of her house with some embarrassment——

Although it was already mid-August, the weather was still hot, so Hermione dressed very simply, only wearing short-sleeved shorts, and her body was covered in sweat——

Hermione originally thought it was a neighbor's child coming to play with her, or inviting her parents to dinner, so she didn't pay much attention to her image and opened the door wearing her home clothes. However, she didn't expect to see Tiera as soon as she opened the door. , which made Hermione's face turn red with embarrassment.

"There's no need to go in." Tiera smiled politely and looked intently at the hall behind Hermione. "I'm just here to remind you of one thing. No matter what happens tonight, don't go out. Don't go out." Open the windows, don’t open the curtains.”

"Wha-why?" The expression on Hermione's face suddenly changed.

"The war is about to begin." Tiera said with a smile, "I am going to deal with the Magical Alliance tonight. In order to avoid accidental damage, it is better for everyone to stay at home."

"Is it that serious?" Hermione asked worriedly.

"No, it's not serious." Tiera smiled and said, "It's just Dumbledore who asked me to show tenderness and love."