Wish Coin

"Mr. Tierra," Sylvie Cieles, an intern who had just graduated from Hogwarts, addressed him. "We recently received intelligence saying that Voldemort seems interested in interfering with this year's International Magical Federation presidential election. Should we stake out Bhutan?"

"The International Magical Federation?" Tierra smiled dismissively. "It's nothing more than an alliance of losers. What is there to fear when losers huddle together for warmth?"

"But..." Sylvie Cieles seemed to want to say something, but ultimately held her tongue.

Sylvie Cieles had enrolled at Hogwarts in 1989, only two years ahead of Tierra. It could be said that she had watched Tierra's entire growth at Hogwarts unfold before her eyes.

From the clever little tagalong who followed Harry around in his first year, to the poor little thing petrified in his second year, to the master of prophecy in his third year, then the strongest Triwizard Tournament contestant in his fourth year, and finally his forceful return in his fifth and sixth years.

Sylvie Cieles had witnessed Tierra's entire rise to power.

It was a rise even more improbable than Voldemort's, like a comet that had suddenly appeared, or an undersea volcano that had lain dormant for years before erupting. With irresistible force, he had smashed apart the old order of the entire Wizarding World.

Although Voldemort had been a nightmare lingering in Sylvie Cieles's ears since childhood, the things Tierra had done and the magic he had wielded since returning from death were even more terrifying than nightmares—

Nightmares were still nightmares, but at least they followed logic. Tierra's magic, however, seemed to defy logic. It was simply... simply... like—

An evil god!

"I'm very pleased that you call me an evil god in your heart, but..." Tierra said with a smile. "Letting your mind wander at work isn't a