great-warnovel Chapter 390 The Scorching West Wind
Chapter 390 The Scorching West Wind
Chapter 390 The Scorching West Wind
The Granger family used to live in a place that was only half a day's drive west of Chernobyl.
She unearthed the flying carpet that Professor Lockhart had given her years ago, and set off alone from Paris, flying over mountains and ravines, adjusting her mood as she searched for her former homeland.
Thick snow covered the wasteland, and even though it was already April, it was still bitterly cold at this latitude.
It took her a lot of effort to find the place where she had awakened years ago. Professor McGonagall had hastily buried her parents' bodies to prevent them from being eaten by the mutants.
Now, those few small mounds have become inconspicuous, and the accumulated wind and snow and subsidence have almost erased their last traces.
Not far away, faint voices could be heard from the Muggle settlement. It was a group of new immigrants who had discovered and occupied the existing home and settled down there.
Hermione had gone to observe from afar that her family's cave was now occupied by a new family, but she didn't drive them away.
Instead, they left behind a simple, illustrated textbook on bandaging and medical care, which may have been of great help to them.
Humans are like reeds, easily broken, yet stubbornly resilient.
She didn't erect tombstones for her parents, because that would only encourage later generations to dig them up.
She just stood there quietly in the wind and frost, lost in thought, seemingly pondering something.
Three years have passed, and she is no longer the child who would fight to the death against Death Eaters. She now stands at the top of the witches and is one of the strongest people in the world.
She had the ability to travel across Europe alone and return to her homeland, and she also had the ability to easily change the fate of those around her.
Godric Cliff Street, Weasel Village, Hogsmeade—
Lockhart, Fleur, and even Regulus now—but that's not enough. Even if she and Hilmi team up, they are no match for Grindelwald.
Even though she carried Dumbledore's ideals, she was powerless to reverse the hatred of the Malays and even the Muggles.
She is strong enough, but still not strong enough.
Just like the great war that is about to unfold in Volgograd, the two sides are deeply entangled in hatred, and even if she were to forcibly stop it with her own strength, as Grindelwald said, she would not be able to change their mutual animosity.
Power cannot change minds. Dumbledore and Grindelwald had been aware of the divide between wizards and Muggles for a hundred years.
The two simply went their separate ways, each attempting to achieve harmony and unity in different ways.
Is it the rule of brute force, or harmonious coexistence?
She glanced at the large rune at the top of her staff, which was spinning and half of the order.
At the border, forging the magic ring can bring new laws to the entire world, including supreme will, the mother of fingers, and...
Two fingers, the union of God and King —
The top-down will meant that the creatures of the borderlands never needed to consider these things, until the Age of Stars arrived, and everyone embraced their own destiny, at which point the orange was opened.
But this world is different. Perhaps it needs a unified will to forcibly unite wizards, Muggles, and other intelligent races, to let time dilute hatred, and to let peace dilute bloodshed.
She couldn't think of a better way. Perhaps power was the reason to be king. Only by obtaining power stronger than the Dark Lord, power that could make people lose the courage to resist with just a glance, could she carry out her will and end the war.
"Dumbledore's, Lucius's, Voldemort's, Grindelwald's—"
She considered each of the known major runes; these few were definitely not enough to create a magic ring.
Half rebirth, half order; Voldemort's might be death, while Grindelwald's was something she vaguely glimpsed.
However, no more specific information could be obtained; all that could be confirmed was that it was not the other half of a newborn, but a complete and powerful Great Rune.
Even if we complete the restoration of new life and order, the four Great Runes alone probably won't be enough to create a unified law for the world.
No, five... She closed her eyes, gazing into her soul, within which the fifth Great Rune was being nurtured.
A budding seed, a stirring of the heart.
Her influence on the world was already beginning to show, and as a great wizard, she was sensitive enough to perceive those subtle signs.
"At least two more are needed—"
7 is a magical number, holding special mystical significance in this world. If one wants to create a magic ring, then seven great runes should be the correct number.
The other half of the Order is most likely on the Muggle side, while the newly formed Great Rune needs to continue searching for clues. Grindelwald's—she and he will inevitably have a battle, but not now.
This world is vast, and there must be other capable individuals from different lands who control the other two—
"It's time to get going."
Although she didn't say anything at her parents' graves, she felt a sense of peace.
Those who came before have passed away, but those who follow must continue the journey.
Flying east from Chernobyl, one encounters vast, boundless wilderness. This land, once fertile and a major grain-producing region, is now desolate and lifeless.
Hermione consulted a world map from a hundred years ago, which contained Somierz magic. She used a tracking charm...
I'm not worried about finding the wrong place.
The flying carpet wasn't very fast, and Hermione was reluctant, so it took them another two days to finally reach their destination—a desolate hill outside Volgograd.
Here, you can already see soldiers and convoys patrolling outside. After replenishing their supplies in this largest strategic fortress, they will disperse into the snow and wind outside, forming a long guard line to guard against the invasion of the wizard army.
And right under their noses, at the foot of this small hill, the advance team sent by the saints had already taken root.
Beneath the unassuming camouflage of withered grass lie narrow fissures and tunnels, where Durmstrang-trained dark wizards, seasoned by years of battles against goblins and Muggles, have become highly experienced.
They didn't use any invisibility or Muggle banishment spells in the open, as those would be detected by the goblins' detection equipment.
Instead, they utilized the natural terrain structure, going deep enough underground to use expansion spells to create space large enough to accommodate an entire army.
When Hermione slipped in, she saw that many Fiends had already arrived using the Portkey.
The marching tents, only half a person's height, could hold an entire team of wizards, and the uniform black leather trunks contained black ships and other large weapons of mass destruction.
The key to the door between the cave and the underground river is a pitch-black flame-shaped flag. Wizards constantly emerge from under the flag and find their own team according to their assigned numbers.
The level of vigilance magic set up by these elite dark wizards was quite good, and Hermione had to put in a lot of effort to sneak in silently.
Her mission was not exactly above board, and Grindelwald couldn't find anyone else to rescue Regulus.
At this moment, this melancholy man was giving a passionate speech in his military tent, while Sven... not far away...
The same goes for Hakonson; the two seemed to be locked in a duel.
"Honor—Blood Revenge—+ Merit and Status—"
Hermione listened to the competition from afar; it was all just clichéd empty promises.
Regulus, on the other hand, was really not suited to putting on a passionate act. The result of forcing himself to do so was that he was completely overwhelmed by Sven in terms of momentum.
"It still doesn't work—"