great-warnovel Chapter 370 Memories of Bloodlust
Chapter 370 Memories of Bloodlust
Chapter 370 Memories of Bloodlust
Dumbledore took another puff of his pipe, then hesitated for a moment.
"Actually, I saw him in Malfoy."
"Who?" Hermione hadn't reacted yet.
"Gellert." The name, though shrouded in smoke, nearly made Hermione sit up straight in shock.
"Grindelwald!? He's in Malfoyburg? While we're fighting?"
Dumbledore shook his head uncertainly: "At that time, I was on the edge of life and death. The dead and the living passed by me one by one. I saw all sorts of illusions. There were too many people and things I wanted to see. I couldn't be sure—"
"But he was too realistic. He was all alone in the vast wilderness, with his hands behind his back, staring at me, at us, and at that cracked city with eyes burning with fire."
Hermione felt a little relieved: "It must be an illusion, right?"
"If he really shows up there, based on your previous analysis, he should either help Lucius or take the opportunity to kill me."
Dumbledore squinted, savoring the sweet taste in his mouth: "Probably, but keeping it to yourself makes people pay extra attention."
Anyway, there's no way to verify its authenticity right now, and if Grindelwald doesn't want to be discovered, probably no one can find him.
Trying to suppress her suspicions, Hermione turned her gaze to her staff: "By the way, this is a large rune captured from Lucius's body."
She held up the staff, which emitted a dark red glow, in front of the old ghost, making him look like a demon.
"Oh~ keep it away from me. You're a weird thing. I have a feeling I'm going to be sucked in." Dumbledore leaned back and said an exaggerated, lame joke with a blank expression.
"You know I can't see the Great Rune; that's your unique perspective." He adjusted his posture, intently sensing the power emanating from the black celestial body at the tip of the flower bud.
"To be honest, I never expected Lucius to have a Great Rune," Hermione said, shaking her head.
"He relied entirely on tricks and lacked the heart of a strong person."
Dumbledore narrowed his eyes: "That's not his great runes, it's the runes that the goblins extracted for the purebloods through his hands."
"Did you see anything?" Hermione asked.
"I can feel a powerful force, mobilizing everything around me, commanding and reshaping them, but there's also a twisted resentment and hatred within it, which I don't know how to define." If the Great Rune represents some kind of rule,
So what kind of rule is this?
Dumbledore couldn't see the scarlet ominous symbol, but his knowledge was greater, and he could discern some of it through his senses alone.
"No, these are two things mixed together." He pondered, picking up a wisp of red light with his fingertip.
"Order and envy."
"Yes, that's jealousy, exactly the same look on the faces of nobles when they see others have something better—"
He tried to split the wisp of energy at his fingertips into two types, and sure enough, he achieved it without much effort.
In his left hand was a ball of pure, crystal-clear, prismatic energy, while in his right hand was a ball of bright red, thorn-like power.
"Jealousy—and order?" Hermione pondered these two words, and why such a great rune could be born from the power of purebloods.
No, to be precise, only order is the Great Rune. Jealousy is merely an emotion; if we were to draw an analogy, it would be more like the "memories" that the Faded One extracts from the souls of the powerful beings he has defeated.
"Although their intentions were not benevolent, it must be said that in the post-apocalyptic wasteland, in the fifty years following the nuclear war, the nobles did indeed shape half of the world's order."
Dumbledore said, "If I'm not mistaken, his Great Runes aren't complete either."
Hermione nodded in realization, because during her journey to becoming a great wizard, she did not generate a great rune. Therefore, she deduced that this was not a necessary condition for becoming a great wizard, but rather a symbol of the laws that would only be born from the darkness after completing certain world-significant actions.
Malfoy Castle, built by pure-bloods, is the world's largest wizarding city. Compared to Grindelwald's suffocating rule, most wizards prefer to emulate the aristocracy's model. This means that the social structure and civilization of most wizarding communities in the world are built by the aristocracy. This is the other half of the world's order, in contrast to the Muggle rule of the Soviet Union.
"So this Great Rune possesses the power to control all things and shape their forms, and the jealousy within it is merely a metaphor for the purebloods' character?"
Hermione pondered, "In that case, could I separate them from the Great Runes?"
Rules are rules, and reminiscence is reminiscence; they serve completely different purposes.
She carefully opened a corner of the seal on the dark celestial body, and a violent suction force was immediately generated in the greenhouse. Dumbledore quickly protected everything in the room and confined the strong wind to the two of them.
The ancient darkness clung tightly to the Great Rune, leaving it no chance of escape, and Hermione had no need to let it escape.
She was only pulling at the emotional power mixed in with the rules and runes.
It was difficult before one could accurately know its true nature, but the process became much simpler after Dumbledore demonstrated it himself.
Just as wizards pluck threads of memory from their temples, Hermione deftly extracted the blood-red memory of jealousy from half of the Great Order Rune.
They clung stubbornly to the runes, making a final struggle, for the ancient darkness would devour every bit of magic generated by the Great Rune, and thus these memories knew that once they were freed from their attachment, they would soon perish.
But without their owner's control, they were like rootless duckweed. Before long, a bright red sphere the size of a human head, covered with sharp spikes, fell into Hermione's hands.
Without the jealousy and reminiscence, the Great Rune became like the prismatic crystal in Dumbledore's hand, pure and beautiful, and no longer had the side effect of making people want to harbor evil thoughts.
"Do you know what it's used for?" Dumbledore's eyes revealed curiosity. He had only discerned the nature of the power, but had no practical experience with it.
Hermione nodded: "I do have some thoughts on this—"
In the borderlands, the memories of the powerful, to some extent, represent a microcosm of their life's characteristics, which can be used to forge weapons unique to them or to cast their unique magic.
Hermione learned a more sophisticated forging method while in Gringland, and she may also be able to transform memories into useful physical treasures, just like Granny Enya in the Round Table.
However, she has little control over this process. Recollection has its own unique characteristics and will spontaneously evolve into the most suitable form. In this process, she only provides the power and the cradle.
He pulled the fairy forging hammer out of his treasure bag again: "Let me see what you can turn into!"