great-warnovel Chapter 371 A Noble Assistant
Chapter 371 A Noble Assistant
Chapter 371 A Noble Assistant
Although the fragile environment of a greenhouse is not suitable for strenuous forging activities, the presence of two great wizards is enough to allow the delicate lilies of the graveyard to witness a splendid magical feast.
Hermione gently tapped the surface of the crimson thorns with her hammer, her will touching it in a specific way, as if triggering some kind of switch. The purebloods' memory of envy immediately contracted as if electrocuted, then expanded again. After the crimson light spread, it receded back into the thorn ball, as if it were nurturing something.
Just as Hermione guessed, recalling the process of creating the treasure was not greatly influenced by external will; it itself represented a will, a tendency.
The thorn ball expanded and contracted rhythmically, greedily absorbing Hermione's magic—Remembrance itself had no power; it needed external power to hatch.
Fortunately, Hermione has enough magic power of her own, and the Golden Snitch's Shining Stone provides energy. If all else fails, she can always draw on the power of the castle's Shining Stone core while she is in the castle.
A malicious laugh rang in their ears, followed by wine glasses, revelry, and sudden screams. That unsettling, twisted feeling spread again, but fortunately, the two people present were unaffected.
"Almost done!" Hermione's eyes widened as she put away the forging hammer and held the staff upright in front of her again. She couldn't guarantee that there wouldn't be any unexpected situations while creating memories in this world.
With a soft "pop," like a bubble bursting, the blood-red thorn ball, which had swelled to half a person's height, cracked and dissipated, revealing the creature that had been born within.
It was a luxurious and magnificent ruby scepter, similar to the bone wand that Lucius had previously held.
However, the entire piece is made of pure, bright red rubies, with gilded patterns embroidered in the shape of roses and peacocks, spreading across the surface of the gemstones.
The spiral-shaped staff tapers to a sharp point at the base, making it appear usable as a sword. At the head of the staff...
This forms an outstretched, slightly open hand, as if grasping or shaking hands.
"You've turned it into a magical artifact!" Dumbledore exclaimed in amazement.
"A noble arm." Hermes sensed the scepter floating in the air, and a name suddenly jumped out, as if it were announcing itself in the dark.
"It is called the Noble Arm, a memory from the purebloods."
Dumbledore tentatively reached out his hand, wanting to shake hands with the jeweled hand.
"Watch out!" Hermione warned immediately, and Dumbledore instantly transformed himself into a ghost.
The next moment, countless sharp, tiny thorns suddenly sprouted from that magnificent gemstone hand, piercing through the white wizard ghost's palm, futilely sniffing and stretching in the air.
"That was a hand of friendship extended by a nobleman. You wouldn't really take it as an aid, would you?" Hermione joked with dry humor.
"That's really insidious," Dumbledore shrugged.
"What else is it good for?"
As the creator of this treasure, Hermione is more likely to perceive its power.
"Perhaps because it's a condensation of hundreds of pure-blooded beings, its effects are somewhat scattered." Having grown accustomed to the distinctive characteristics of the artifacts in the borderlands, the girl commented with some dissatisfaction.
"Firstly, when used as a wand, specifically the part that grips the staff, it can enhance the power of the Great Runes of Order. Even those who do not possess Great Runes can achieve partial control over all things through this scepter."
"Secondly, the hand on the end of the staff, besides being used to frame others, needs to be held by the right person."
She closed her eyes slightly, reading the "instructions for use" coming from the scepter.
"Only those who are recognized can hold that noble hand without being harmed. When the two hands are clasped, the scepter will transform into the form of a sword."
She tapped her finger lightly, and the scepter immediately lengthened, its twisting shaft becoming even more slender and sharp, like a nobleman's rapier.
The grooves and patterns on it became blood grooves for bleeding.
"This is its true form. In addition to still being usable as a wand, it is also an incomparably sharp rapier, named One—Pureblood Whirlwind."
"Anyone wounded by it will suffer a wound that is as difficult to heal as if struck by a divine, invisible blade. The bloodthirsty curse will draw blood from the victim, giving the master a strange, fanatical emotion, and when the master is injured, it will use the blood stored inside to heal the master."
"What an evil weapon," Dumbledore remarked.
"What if someone who isn't accepted holds that hand? What would happen?" he asked curiously.
"You'll be pierced by thorns, your blood drained, just like the nobles." Hermione gave an unsurprising answer. The nobles' helping hands were never given for free; they often concealed wicked schemes, traps, and greed.
"So, if I'm not mistaken," Dumbledore said with a confident expression.
"Is the standard for recognizing this noble ally just bloodline?" What else can purebloods use as a standard? Their principles are simple, crude, and irrational.
Hermione nodded and stretched her hand out to the side of the gem hand. Even as the creator, she couldn't avoid being stung by the faintly growing thorns.
"For a Mudblood like me to be able to use its first form is already a great favor," Hermione said, mercilessly mocking herself.
"The standard for purebloods is limited to the Twenty-Eight Holy Families. Theoretically, Ron and Neville could also use it, but I doubt it."
Due to the interference of Lucius's remaining will, even Professor Slughorn doesn't recognize this treasure; perhaps only Draco can safely use its second form. "That man, though wicked and selfish, is undeniably good to his son."
"That child—well, that's fine too." Dumbledore sighed.
"He's had a terrible time these past few years, but I have to thank you. You've taught him very well, much better than I have." Dumbledore had been headmaster for so many years, yet he hadn't managed to change many Slytherins.
"Let's find an opportunity to give this to him; consider it the last gift his father left him," Hermione muttered to herself. Dumbledore didn't stop her, but instead pondered, "Since Lucius's great runes contain memories, does my great rune also contain memories?"
"The White Wizard's Memories?" Hermione was taken aback, realizing that it was indeed possible. Even those weak-willed nobles could conjure up memories, so how could the greatest White Wizard in history not have one?
"After I'm gone, my Great Rune and Memories will all be yours," the old ghost said casually.
"It's a pity I have no way of knowing what my memories will become."
"Don't say things like that!" Hermione sulked again.
She didn't ask what law Dumbledore's Great Rune represented, or why it was damaged. Purebloods can only represent half of the world's order, so the Great Rune is only half. Then why is the rule that Dumbledore represents also incomplete? Who took away the other half?