great-warnovel Chapter 340 Let the Flowers Continue to Grow
Chapter 340 Let the Flowers Continue to Grow
Chapter 340 Let the Flowers Continue to Grow
The white flowers that bloom in the underground cemetery are known as silent bells that can summon spirits.
In fact, spirit training is not the same as strengthening. It is more like a dialogue or harmony between the spirit trainer and the spirit, a technique that allows them to feel each other's connection.
But Hermione had only ever been a finger witch and had never formally studied witchcraft. She only knew that the ashes that had been necromancy-infused did indeed become much stronger. Now, she was trying to strengthen herself with this little white flower, but it was completely different from the proper necromancy-infusion in the borderlands.
"As long as the effect is the same—" Magic is not something inconvenient.
Dumbledore is a powerful figure standing at the pinnacle of the world. According to the borderlands, he is a legendary ashes. To strengthen a soul of this level, one needs the finest lily of the graveyard—the Spirit Lily of the Graveyard.
Based on her own understanding, Hermione believed that the one that was growing best and had the most abundant soul power was not only the lily of the valley from the Spirit Graveyard, but also the largest lily of the valley of the highest quality.
Since ancient times, large lilies of the valley have been used to comfort the spirits of the dead—offering flowers to the greatest deaths and praying that heroes will eventually become myths.
She searched the entire world and found only one small white flower that was large enough and contained a powerful enough soul force.
"I wonder if this stuff can be cultivated. I'd like to try and move some of it back so Professor Sprout can take a look."
Hermione had an idea for sustainable development. It would be a waste for the large, white lily of the valley in the cemetery to fall now, since there was only one plant. She packed some soil from the lower world, but worried that the different air and environment would still be fatal to the white flower. She was already considering whether to bring the herbalist professor over.
There is a hidden upper limit to the enhancement of the ashes. The score only used four or five little white flowers, but it produced a feeling of fullness that made it unable to eat. Hermione guessed that it still needed to work hard to improve itself, or absorb more cheers from the Quidditch matches, in order to make this little guy stronger.
Unlike those who achieve greatness and reach their limit while alive, Scoring is the world's first Golden Snitch, and naturally has a very high level of legend in the wizarding world. The better Quidditch develops, the higher its limit will be, and the more graveyard lilies it can absorb.
For the next two days, she indeed brought Professor Sprout directly, leaving professional matters to the professionals.
It would be a real shame if this amazing plant, which is very likely a unique species, were to become extinct because of my recklessness.
The kind-hearted headmistress of the sanatorium was almost terrified by the scene in the well. The pure white flowers that were born from death and despair aroused her compassion and maternal instincts. She vowed to find a way to take good care of them and bring them away from this hell.
Hermione herself returned to the surface, first destroying all the evil magical rituals left behind by the Green Flame Party, then leveling their camp, demolishing the schistosque church on the ground, and burying the bones one by one.
Finally, after Professor Sprout successfully transplanted the flower back to the special greenhouse hastily built at Hogwarts, he used a powerful comet, Yazler, to completely destroy the Well of Immortality, burying that blasphemous and filthy world forever.
When I returned to the shores of Black Lake, the bustling construction scene was still in full swing. The construction was so efficient, almost magical, that many more small buildings had appeared in just three days.
Hermione underestimated how attractive a blue sky with sunlight would be to the wizards of this world. Although there was also sunlight in the magically constructed false garden, it was only for the nobles, and besides, the nobles also wanted real clear skies.
In recent days, many wizards have been flying to Hogsmeade on broomsticks to submit their citizenship applications, but they still have to wait in line for a long time because family members and friends of Order of the Phoenix members are given priority.
Because of its historical significance, Godric Cliffs hasn't attracted many families yet, with only Harry's family. However, with the Weasleys and Longbottoms moving to Weasley Hill, other wizarding families are eager to join.
Professor McGonagall quickly advised them to hold on for now. Hogsmeade couldn't handle such a large influx of people, and these wizarding settlements still had many Muggles to take care of. Unless the city was confident enough to accept a large number of Muggles in the future, it was not advisable to merge other settlements entirely. Even the Weasleys and Longbottoms brought some Muggles with them, since their departure would make the workload of other wizards even greater.
Hermione then took Dumbledore to see the only lily of the valley in the Lingyi Cemetery. This special greenhouse was covered with a thick layer of humus soil, and many animal carcasses were buried underneath. Even the air was filled with an unpleasant smell, but the professor said that the little white flower liked this kind of environment.
"This thing can enhance your strength, and might even allow you to regain the upper hand in your fight against Grindelwald!"
It is said that Dumbledore was only narrowly defeated back then, and even with the Elder Wand in hand, Grindelwald could only barely defeat him. Fearing that the white wizard would continue to grow stronger, Grindelwald used the most vicious curse on him.
If Dumbledore were in his prime after death, and further enhanced by the Lily of the Valley in the Spirit Graveyard, would he be able to completely suppress the Dark Lord?
Dumbledore pondered for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile.
"Gellert... he's always getting stronger—"
"At first, he was no match for me; he was defeated and fled in an illegitimate election—"
"I chased him all over the world, but I discovered that with each battle, each thwart of his plots and speeches, his power grew at an astonishing rate."
"The curse grew darker and more evil, the spellcasting more and more sophisticated. In the end, even when Flamel and I joined forces, we couldn't suppress his fierce fire."
He walked to the window of the greenhouse, as if recalling his most painful experience.
"People think I'm the only wizard who can stand up to him, but that's only the part that people can see."
"In our later battles, ordinary wizards were unable to get close or assess the situation—"
Hermione frowned deeply. "So, that Dark Lord was already far stronger than you back then?"
"At least stronger than me and Lemaître combined," Dumbledore said bluntly, turning his head.
Hermione certainly knew Nick Flamel, the great alchemist who had lived for 600 years. Even if he wasn't known for his fighting prowess, he was certainly a great wizard whose foundation far surpassed Voldemort's. Even when he and Dumbledore joined forces, they still suffered a crushing defeat against Grindelwald. Just how strong was that Dark Lord?
Dumbledore turned his gaze back to the lily of the valley: "Let this lovely flower continue to grow; there's no need to waste it on me. The future—"
He didn't say anything more, but Hermione knew that he was placing his hopes on her.