great-warnovel Chapter 4 You Should Have Your Own Wand
Chapter 4 You Should Have Your Own Wand
After the banquet, the children returned to their respective dormitories under the guidance of their prefects. Due to the sharp decrease in the number of students, they could now enjoy spacious single rooms instead of crammed together with other students.
Hermione, who had narrowly escaped death, finally had the chance to lie down and rest.
Touching the thick quilt and soft pillow, with the new school uniform beside her, everything seemed to be isolated from the wasteland-like outside world.
Hogwarts continued its steady and slow progress, but within the castle, one could hardly feel any bumps; it was as if gently rocking in one's mother's arms.
With radioactive dust and freezing winds kept at bay, the campus truly became the last paradise in the apocalypse.
"However, why was I able to unleash the Kalia-style counterattack?" After calming down, she began to ponder this question.
The instant the Killing Curse descended, her body stiffened with impending death; it was an instinctive reaction from her soul that allowed her to unleash Kalia's high-level magic.
She closed her eyes, her mind drifting into the depths of her consciousness.
As a qualified finger witch, she often prayed to the two fingers in this way when at the border, for the hearts of devout people are always connected with their gods.
Now, there is no supreme will in this world, and she is no longer willing to be a puppet of the gods; her heart will belong only to herself.
Hermione's inner world is a dark green, the color of the sky outside, and the light her parents shone before they died. The small cave settlement, the faint fire, and the unsalted roasted cockroaches are the most delicious things in her memory.
She continued to descend, returning to her Finger Witch self. She saw graveyards piled with limbs, plains spreading with decay, knights and sorcerers fighting on cliffs and in lakes, and people like zombies walking on golden plateaus.
Finally, she saw the burning golden tree, ashes filling the sky, and a huge full moon slowly rising.
It is her faded one!
Ah~ So time has come to an end. Even without me, the faded ones have finally ushered in a new era.
Under the full moon, a deep voice rang out: "If possible, I wish to give all my magic to the witch I don't know; it is her expectation that has brought me here."
Although they had never met before, Hermione immediately recognized that the speaker was her Faded One.
Then, the blue-haired deity under the moonlight nodded gently, and a stream of light shot out from the frosty moon in the cold night. The scene ended there.
A vast amount of magic, like a river, flowed into her soul from another dimension: radiant stone magic, lunar magic, night magic, frost, fire, sin, madness, beasts, death, dragon's feast, gravity, crystallization, corruption, the golden rule, blood...
Not only magic, but also prayer, and even some combat techniques, all flowed along the River of the Moon towards Hermione.
This was not a gift from the moon princess, the goddess Lani, but rather something the Faded One collected bit by bit on his path to becoming king.
He still remembered himself, the faithful warrior wielding the Bleeding Twin Blades, cutting his way to the very end, who had learned all the magic and prayer for his own sake.
Hermione smiled sweetly in her dream.
The night slipped away quietly.
When Hermione woke up again, the magic was already deeply etched into her mind, like a brand.
However, in a different world, magic must adapt to the new environment. Magic such as stars and moon, gravity and cold can quickly become self-consistent, but the powers unique to the borderlands, those from the supreme wills, cannot be displayed for the time being. The Golden Law, the Mad Fire, the black flames of the hunted gods, the crimson corruption... including the power brought by the Dragon Feast, these stagnant waters from non-existent sources. Hermione has memorized all the knowledge about them. If she can find the corresponding solutions in this world, it should not be difficult to reproduce them.
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Because dust clouds obscure the sun, mornings at Hogwarts begin with rows of candles lit.
These candles are enchanted; after they burn out, they will regenerate from the candlestick at night and continue working the next day.
The cafeteria breakfast was not as lavish as the banquet the night before, but it still included white bread, cockroach milk, and eggs. The stacked ham slices were made from scraps of various meats, offering a variety of textures, but Hermione ate them with relish.
She saw Malfoy, the Platinum Boy, at the Slytherin table in the distance, smelling the cockroach milk with disgust, as if he was about to vomit.
As for Ron and Harry, perhaps because they were the only three new students in Gryffindor this year, they were always sticking to her side, asking questions about Muggles.
"Have you never gone out?" Hermione asked curiously.
"I've only passed through a Muggle settlement on very rare occasions when I'm out, but you know, you all live underground or in caves, so you can't really see much from the outside." Harry shrugged.
"I tried begging my dad to take me to see the Muggle city, but he said it was dangerous, full of dark wizards, crazy Muggle warriors, and goblins," Ron mumbled, his mouth full of toast.
"Those goblins are really bad. They collaborated with Muggles to develop air rifles that can penetrate Ironclad Charms. Even if you hide next to me, you'll get your head blown off with one shot!" he said, mimicking his father.
"Do you hate Muggles?" Hermione asked. In fact, in her view, all children from wizarding families should naturally be on the opposite side of Muggles, including herself, who was born a Muggle.
Harry shook his head: "Mama said that wizards and Muggles should be brothers, not mortal enemies who kill each other. Without the emergence of new wizards among Muggles, pure-blood families will only become extinct through inbreeding. Anyone who has studied Roman history should know how terrible inbreeding is. Only someone whose brain has been sat on by a troll would believe in the pure-blood creed."
"Looks like I'll have to study Potions properly." Hermione smiled, pleased with the enlightened professor.
"In fact, apart from Lucius, none of the other professors at the school discriminate against Muggle-born children, especially since Harry's mother is a member of the Order of the Phoenix." Ron finished the egg white and forced the dry yolk down his throat.
"The Order of the Phoenix?"
"It's an organization founded by Dumbledore specifically to fight against evil forces. We help everyone in need, whether they are Muggles, wizards, or goblins," Harry said proudly.
"Of course, we won't just surrender if we encounter dark wizards, evil goblins, or Muggle soldiers!" Ron struck what he thought was a cool spellcasting pose, then choked on the egg yolk. Hermione thought he looked like a red mountain baboon, wondering if baboons even existed in this world.
"And what about the head of Slytherin? What subjects does he teach?"
"Defense Against Wizarding Techniques." Harry patted Ron, who was choking, to help him catch his breath. "Dark magic, Muggle technology, goblin magic, aberrant creatures—basically anything that could harm wizards."
"You need to be careful. My brothers once told me that this professor once used Muggle-born students to demonstrate dark magic in class, which enraged Dumbledore so much that he almost sent a phoenix to burn him alive," Ron said worriedly.
"Thank you, I'll be careful, but he probably won't dare to do anything reckless again." Hermione nodded. Although she couldn't actively cast high-level magic right now, she was confident that if faced with a life-or-death crisis, she could unleash a close-range corrupting dragon breath on Lucius.
"Speaking of which, what exactly is wand selection?" Hermione asked curiously.
Ron pulled an old wand from his pocket, looking somewhat embarrassed. "Actually, I probably won't be able to join you at the wand selection. My mother gave me Charlie's old wand."
"Is wand picking dangerous?" Hermione immediately realized the problem. If it were safe, wizarding families wouldn't let their children use old wands.
Harry nodded. "Before the war, wands could be bought in shops. Shops were places where you could buy anything with money, not barter." He made sure Hermione, who came from the settlement, wouldn't understand.
"But during the war, Diagon Alley and the City of London were bombed to the ground, and the wand shops, which had been established since 382 BC, came to an end. Since then, people have never been able to buy the best wands." This knowledge was clearly part of the Potions Professor's preschool education.
"Of course, it's not just Diagon Alley. Famous wand masters have been assassinated by a team of goblins and Muggles. They know the wizards' Achilles' heel: goblins were deprived of the right to use wands by wizards, so they want to take revenge."
Ron nodded: "My mother's generation could still find wands left behind by their predecessors. Although they might not be easy to use, they were always masterpieces."
"Now, those who still make traditional wands are all imitations by later generations, and their craftsmanship is far inferior."
Harry continued, "As the war went on, the remaining wands were almost completely used up. If students didn't want to use shoddy standard wands, they had to find the materials themselves and make their own."
"Find it yourself?" Hermione caught the key point.
Harry nodded: "Wand selection is where Hogwarts finds a suitable place, not too dangerous, but with plenty of materials, and then lets the young wizards find the materials that suit them best."