great-warnovel Chapter 384 The Prisoner's Final Demise
Chapter 384 The Prisoner's Final Demise
Chapter 384 The Prisoner's Final Demise
"But you need power, don't you?" the Dark Lord said calmly.
"Whether the prophecy comes true or not, you, and that dark moon, are real."
As if he had Hermione's weakness, he looked down at the girl.
"Now that you're here, you'll naturally understand the delicate relationship between the Marauders and Hogwarts. Even if you don't, I believe Albus would have explained it to you before he died."
"I will teach you, imparting to you all the skills and magic I know, but only if you obey." The majestic demon king would not tolerate any disobedience.
Hermione laughed, raising her head to look at the old man seated high above her: "That prophecy didn't mention you, or the Malays, so you're afraid, aren't you?"
Grindelwald narrowed his eyes, looking much like Hermione when she was angry.
"You have seen a future of destruction, a future in which your great achievements, everything you have built, your successors, and even yourself, will not even have the right to stand on the stage."
"You don't understand what that moon is, you don't understand how all the people and things developed to that point under the frozen sea of aurora."
The witch tilted her head: "Your doubts are no less than mine, are they? Foresight."
"Rather than kindly guiding me and helping me avoid that future, isn't it more about denying that future for your own career?"
The atmosphere became tense again. Hermione felt her skin tighten, the air was oppressive and stifling, and dark clouds gathered in her heart, slowly sinking down as if to crush her.
But she remained fearless, staring directly into Grindelwald's eyes while secretly gathering her strength. If they couldn't reach an agreement, they would fight. At the top of her staff was half a Great Order Rune, so turning New Paris upside down and twisting it into a pretzel wouldn't be difficult!
Just as the atmosphere was tense, a different scene suddenly unfolded before her eyes from Grindelwald's right eye, which was burning with black flames.
"Tenmoku!? Why now—" She was already very experienced in hindsight.
As he gained more and more proficiency in controlling his talent, this naturally triggered situation had not occurred for a long time. The fierce flames seemed to be burning through the canvas, and the world that spread out was in shades of gray and black.
In the same dark hall, Grindelwald stood with his head bowed, a skull in his hand, while Hermione's silver-haired mistress, Rozier, whom she had met before, stood anxiously to his side.
"The Fiery Blaze is eroding my vision," the Dark Lord said in a deep voice.
"The visionary's talent has gone directionally astray; I can't find the right future, I can only see destruction." He took a deep breath and crushed the skull in his hand.
The bone meal fell to the ground and disappeared with a wave of Rozier's hand.
"Perhaps it's not your problem. The world is on a downward spiral, and the future is inherently full of destruction." This woman viewed everything in the world with indifference.
Grindelwald shook his head: "You don't understand. A prophet should see a variety of colors, but I only see one—"
"I paid a heavy price to beat Albus."
He looked up at the sky and beyond, at the eternally burning black sun atop the tower. Hermione followed his gaze and saw a blurry but complete symbol slowly rotating in the center of the dark flames.
Her vision suddenly distorted, the scorching canvas was torn to shreds, and Hermione was jolted back to reality. She saw Grindelwald staring at her with hostile eyes.
"He realized my vision was activated! He doesn't want me to see it!" As fellow users of the Heavenly Eye, even though they are different types, the Dark Lord can always sense the other's abnormality. And this illegal spying ability of the Heavenly Eye, no matter what the information is, he probably doesn't want Hermione to know.
"What did you see?" he asked.
"You're only half a prophet now," Hermione laughed.
"You can only see the bad, destructive endings, but not the good, constructive ones." Her mood suddenly improved a lot. Although the future of Dark Moon still existed, the possibilities had been greatly reduced.
"You are powerless, like a slave captured by raging fire."
"Even if you are in a high tower, displaying your authority on the throne."
"You trapped Dumbledore with a curse for half a century, but you were also cursed by Fiendfire and went blind for half a century."
Although she didn't see that much, it didn't stop Hermione from making reasonable deductions. She was practically a master of magic, and she could deduce a lot of information from just a few moments of footage.
Grindelwald is the most famous prophet, but in the fifty years after the nuclear war, he rarely used his precognitive powers to solve problems. He was not a half-baked prophet like Trelawney, who would wait for the true prophecy to come to him. He did not use his vision simply because he could no longer discern the correct future!
The prophecy he gave himself, though indeed a branch of fate, was something he himself couldn't be sure of how likely it was to come true, given his destructive eyes.
"Dumbledore is right, you too are a prisoner of death!"
when!
With a deafening crash, the entire hall trembled and shook as if a giant hammer had crushed a bell. The walls, the floor, and everything in the space twisted and vibrated. Only Hermione struggled to maintain her balance and used her magic to stabilize everything around her.
"Enough!" A suppressed rage came from the Dark Lord's mouth.
He closed his eyes slightly, trying to calm the emotional turmoil caused by the girl's words.
"You shouldn't have angered me; it won't do you any good." He pinched his brow and suddenly calmed down as he spoke to the girl.
But this made Hermione realize something even more, and she retorted with a burning gaze, "It's not just your vision that's affected by Fiendfire, is it? Has your personality been corrupted as well?"
From the moment she arrived in this oppressive city, everything she saw and felt confirmed Grindelwald's inner turmoil: on one hand, he wisely shaped the order he desired, and on the other hand, he blatantly displayed his tyranny and ruthlessness.
He invited me in a gentle and polite manner, yet he also rudely used Legilimency to spy on me directly.
His wisdom was as profound as Dumbledore's, but his actions were often not controlled by reason.
Foresight is an innate talent. If even this fundamental power is corrupted, it means that Fiendfire has seeped into the depths of his mind from the outward magic, and his soul has been eroded!
The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. The two men locked eyes in a tense standoff.
"From now on, you'll be living in the library on the second floor. A room has already been prepared there." Grindelwald looked away, choosing to remain silent.
"Go out and be a good apprentice." He closed his eyes as if he were tired and leaned back on the throne, pretending to doze off.
Hermione shrugged. Defeating such an old man did not bring her any joy; it was just a tragedy that had lasted for fifty years.
As he turned to walk outside, Grindelwald's slightly weary voice came again.
"There's a Blake family funeral next week; you could go and attend."
Hermione said "Oh," pushed open the door, and walked out of the palace, which felt more like a prison than a throne.
The magical elevator car, which the fairy had transformed into, remained in place. Krum hadn't left either; he leaned against the door, as if waiting for Hermione.
"Your talks didn't go well."
"Obviously," the girl said calmly.
"At that moment, I was already thinking about whether I could escape on a broomstick." The sixth-grade boy said earnestly. The tremor was clearly not limited to the hall; the entire iron tower was shaking.
"I think it's difficult. If we really start fighting, it might be more effective than the Green Light troops collectively detonating here."
The elevator slowly descended, and the two looked at the scenery outside the window.
Finally, they reached the second floor of the Iron Tower, which housed the Dark Lord's library, vaults, and research labs, and would also be Hermione's residence for the foreseeable future. It was the second highest point in the city after its monarch, offering a panoramic view of everyone.
"Summon the fairy if you need anything. You are not bound by any restrictions here," Krum instructed before parting.
"But try not to anger him, that's better for both of you."