great-warnovel Chapter 409 Wishes Fulfilled
Chapter 409 Wishes Fulfilled
Chapter 409 Wishes Fulfilled
Was it because he was Dumbledore's favorite child?
He was once the hope of a new generation, and Dumbledore unconsciously gradually handed over the Great Rune to him.
Or was it because he seized the Pen of Acceptance, taking away a large number of children from Hogwarts every year?
Did his actions cause the newly born Great Rune to be torn apart? Or did he tear the Great Rune apart first, which led to his obsession with using the power of newborn offspring to achieve sacrifice?
The Great Rune is a manifestation of a certain symbol in the world, but Hermione cannot determine when Voldemort received this half of rebirth. There is a difference in timing, which also represents how the power of the laws takes shape and chooses its host.
But one thing is certain: he distorted new life, and the power he wielded was not death at all!
The pathetic Tom Riddle, who considers himself the master of death, a god beyond death, is obsessed with black magic and curses, and enjoys using death curses to take the lives of others.
But he never expected that the power he was so proud of actually came from new life!
His wicked and corrupt sacrifice twisted his fundamental power, which, while granting him immortality and immense magical power,
But it is nothing more than plundering the new life of others to achieve one's own eternity.
The ever-flowing power of continuation and growth is nothing more than the feedback from the rotten roots greedily devouring the seedlings.
He never transcended death; he was a clown.
This is one of the reasons why he was repeatedly defeated by Dumbledore. Although he also possessed half of the Great Rune, the twisted and distorted laws made it impossible for him to fight against the original. His magical power could never reach Dumbledore's level. The further he went into death and darkness, the further he got from his own power.
"There's another reason to kill Voldemort." If before it was just to avenge his original self and make up for Dumbledore's regrets.
So now, piecing together Dumbledore's great runes is also a very strong reason.
"Dumbledore must have been in a great hurry back then," she imagined, thinking of how the old man endured Grindelwald's curse and struggled to keep the school going in the early days of the wasteland.
He realized that he was going to die, and he had to find the next leader for Hogwarts and the world as soon as possible.
He set his sights on the excellent Tom Riddle, even though this boy from a Muggle orphanage sometimes appeared somewhat gloomy. But time waits for no one, and he had to help Tom grow up quickly to the point where he could replace him.
He selflessly imparted all his knowledge to the child, showing him his most cruel and tragic side.
And perhaps it was during this process that he unconsciously gave half of his Great Rune to Voldemort, who had not yet been fully ascended.
Of course, all of this is just Hermione's speculation. It is also possible that the runes spontaneously escaped when Dumbledore was seriously injured and on the verge of death.
She strongly suspected that if the soul-binding ritual to summon Dumbledore's spirit failed at the end of her first year, and Dumbledore died completely from the phoenix flames, then perhaps the half-freshman she saw at that time would have directly thrown himself at her, allowing her to advance earlier.
Although the people of this world cannot see the Great Rune, Dumbledore's will to give will guide that gift to find its recipient. In a sense, it is a good thing that they cannot see the Great Rune, as it keeps Voldemort going around in the wrong direction.
The Great Rune is not power itself, but rather the framework for operating power. Those who possess it must use it correctly to unleash its true power; otherwise, they may not even be able to feel its presence.
Grindelwald possessed complete runes, and although it was unknown what rules they represented, they were clearly highly compatible with Fiendfire and dark magic, making him almost invincible. With complete laws and matching power, Dumbledore, who was only half-new, was no match for him.
Hermione was determined never to tell Grindelwald about the existence of the Great Rune. Unlike Dumbledore, she had already witnessed his ambition and ruthlessness. If he knew about this supreme power that could be taken away, he would probably kill Voldemort first and then turn on her.
By piecing together a complete new life, along with the unexpected bonus of half of the Order, he will truly become invincible, directly destroying the alliance between Muggles and fairies with his personal power and pushing the New Paris model to the world.
This also gave Hermione a sense of urgency. Although she had two incomplete runes, she couldn't put them together to fight Grindelwald. Even though rebirth wasn't a strong fighting force, she had to take them back from Voldemort and purify them as soon as possible!
Just as she set this goal for herself, on the other side of the ocean, in the city of Freaks she had recently left, Voldemort finally returned to his lair.
A billowing plume of black smoke crashed to the ground, and from beneath the collapsed cliff, a mature and beautiful woman with black hair strode out.
Her face was ashen as she stared at the blood-soaked ruins of the cliff. She was quite familiar with the smell of black magic and blood there; it was the smell of Little Barty.
The violent tremors attracted many Muggles to investigate, but they dared not enter the sacrificial grounds, given the current situation.
They were angered by what they considered a god, and were now trembling with fear as they knelt in worship around the perimeter.
"It's ruined, everything is ruined—"
Voldemort waved his hand, and the stones blocking the cave entrance flew to the side, but the interior had collapsed too severely; her continued digging would only cause a secondary collapse.
What angered her even more than her destroyed lair were the broken pyroxene crystals scattered among the ruins.
"Hermione Granger! It's you again!" she roared in a low, angry voice, tinged with a hint of allure, but unfortunately, no one appreciated it.
Her newly established power, the sacrifices and souls she had just gathered, were the foundation she would use for revenge and to become strong again!
But now, it's all gone!
Managing these Muggles was no easy task, and she couldn't find so many wizards to serve her in a short time, especially since—her most loyal son, Barty, had cast a suicidal spell—
Suddenly, she raised her head, as if she sensed a faint connection—it was her Death Mark!
With a snap, he appeared on the cliff, and before him lay the mutilated body of Little Barty. On his only remaining arm, the withered black lines still held a trace of life.
"Ah~ my son, my dearest son," Tom knelt on the ground and embraced the withered head in his arms.
I have felt your loyalty.
She raised her head with a sinister look, her eyes flashing with an uncertain light.
"And I will give you a second life—"
A wisp of dark shadow hovered in her palm, a fragment of soul given to her by every Death Eater marked with the Death Mark. In the past, this was used to cast curses when someone rebelled, and it was the last remaining trace of Barty the Younger.
With a gentle breath, the wisp of remnant soul swam into Qian's body, but this was clearly insufficient to support the resurrection of a complete living person.
The black-haired beauty took out an exquisite silver headband from her bosom; the shimmering light on it possessed a bewitching power.
"Your death was caused by your attempt to retrieve the Horcruxes hidden in various places. Well, they now belong to you."
Ravenclaw's tiara was the reason she went to the Albanian forest, and it is also her second Horcrux.
Barty's remnant soul was not enough to bring him back to life, but combined with the fragment of Voldemort's soul in the Horcrux, it was barely enough.
But rather than a resurrection, it's more accurate to say that Barty's remnant soul merged with her own Horcruxes to form a new will.
"You're growing too slowly, my son." She stroked his head, which was gradually becoming fuller from its dry state.
"I give you half of myself, so that you may be as strong as I am."
"Now, we are one, and your wish will be fulfilled—"