great-warnovel Chapter 412 Trouble Comes Knocking
Chapter 412 Trouble Comes Knocking
Chapter 412 Trouble Comes Knocking
Grindelwald had a purpose in bringing her here; it was practically an open conspiracy.
Hermione didn't want to bother with the local natives; she just didn't want to fall into the old man's mental trap and be led by the nose.
At worst, it would take some effort to wear down some of the fierce fire, and the old man would be happy to see it happen, so he wouldn't lose out either way.
She didn't care what was happening at the lookout station; that was the fire watcher's business. She just needed to focus on the raging fire.
Unsure of the current state of the ferocious flames, she did not act rashly. Instead, she flicked her finger and unleashed a spell to end all curses, testing the reaction against the wall of fire.
With a loud bang, the power of a casually cast spell was comparable to that of an ordinary wizard at full power. However, it only suppressed a small area of burning flames. The next second, it provoked a counterattack, with a pillar of fire several meters high rising up like a raging beast.
"Indeed, very fierce—"
The sound of heavy footsteps echoed down the stairs. The wizard who had gone to check on the situation had returned, accompanied by a dirty, indigenous little girl dressed in simple clothes woven from leaves and grass stems.
"She was carried here by a resurrected jaguar; it looks like she escaped," the wizard explained to the leader.
The child shrank back in confusion, but was still pulled to the front.
"A wizard?" Although she was still a child, it was clear that a magical upheaval had just occurred, as evidenced by the restless and abnormal noises around her.
"The leopard was forcibly resurrected by her power. Something may have happened in the village that forced her to flee..."
Their conversation wasn't behind Hermione's back, but Hermione didn't even turn around to look, continuing to ponder how to deal with the fire.
"Hey, can you speak English?" the leader asked dryly.
The girl stared at him blankly, looking even more frightened.
Her eyes scanned the crowd until she spotted Hermione, perhaps the only one who didn't look so scary, and who was about the same age as her. She looked at the witch with pleading eyes, but received no response.
The leader of the Firewatchers also turned his gaze to Hermione, who, according to Grindelwald's orders, was now the supreme leader here.
"This is your own business." The witch stood firm on her decision, her gaze fixed on the sky.
An invisible magical force gathered, and the dark, heavy clouds, rich in moisture, almost effortlessly stirred up lightning under the influence of a weather spell. With a crack of thunder, large raindrops poured down like a torrential downpour.
"A bit too much effort was put in." She hadn't expected the moisture here to be so abundant; just a slight adjustment had doubled the effect compared to other places.
Runes gathered in the clouds, and just like in Volgograd, rain containing the power to end all curses began to fall in large quantities.
"Was this floor also part of your scheme, and was it you who set fire to old Nigel's house?" Hermione muttered to herself.
Grindelwald may have intended for him to handle Fiendfire long ago. He had heard about Hermione extinguishing Snape's Fiendfire, and the incident in Volgograd was a testament to that.
Large raindrops fell into the scorched earth and the blazing river, instantly like cold water falling into a frying pan.
The violent turbulence almost triggered a small explosion. In an instant, the raindrops pattered down like a blow to the wall of fire, and in a flash, almost no trace of the black flames could be seen on the ground; they were all pushed into the riverbed and underground.
But in just a moment, a violent, muffled sound came from underground, followed by a torrent of liquid flames erupting from the cracks in the parched earth like a volcanic eruption.
The raging flames resembled a clamorous army, with rolling, flowing black fire converging from the boundless, flat firefield.
Even though Hermione's Weather Charm had a wide enough range, it still couldn't compare to the area of half a rainforest. The Fiendfire, having consumed a large amount of matter, had a deep enough foundation to counter the rain falling from the sky.
The dense rain dispersed the smoke, but the white lines formed by the downpour still made it difficult to see anything clearly.
Amidst the pattering rain, there seemed to be other noises.
"More people are coming, it's those locals!" A fire watcher noticed a group of "savages" emerging from the dense forest below the watchtower, carrying homemade rifles, spears, and bows and arrows. They seemed surprised by the sudden downpour and were chattering over the jaguar carcass lying on the ground.
"They're here for this child, but why aren't there any wizards?"
These natives were all Muggles; they didn't even have wands, let alone any magical energy emanating from them. And with such heavy rain…
Their homemade, rudimentary firearms were obviously unusable, so they had to rely on spears and bows and arrows.
The leader of the fire watchmen walked to the railing and watched as the savages lingered outside the lookout post's fence, too afraid to come in.
After exchanging words for a while, they finally introduced a rather elderly man.
Speaking fluent English, he shouted in their direction, "Our child is missing. If she comes to you, please hand her over."
His tone was neither too soft nor too hard, which annoyed the Marabou wizards. When did Muggles become allowed to speak to them like that?
"Where is your wizard? Let him come out and speak!" the firewatch leader replied.
"We just want our child back. We'll leave as soon as we find her," the savage said, changing the subject.
"There's something wrong here," a wizard said.
The escaped wizard children, the Muggles chasing after them with weapons—this doesn't seem like the style of a wizard-protected village at all.
"Let me down. I'm quite good at Legilimency." Another fire watcher walked downstairs.
Muggle heads are almost completely unguarded for wizards; rather than hoping to get anything out of these people who don't even speak the same language, it's better to just look them up.
With a deafening roar, the black fire wave that soared into the sky transformed into a ferocious nine-headed serpent, roaring incessantly towards the heavens.
In response, bolts of lightning struck down from the sky.
Both Muggles and firewatchers were startled by the astonishing sight, but Hermione did not stop them, and the wildlings assumed that the torrential rain had aggravated the fire.
As soon as the natives saw a wizard wearing a pointed hat and covered in a black robe walk downstairs, they immediately pointed their weapons at him warily.
But these things are meaningless to wizards. Without the support of fairies, ordinary bullets and arrows cannot penetrate the Iron Armor Spell.
"What happened in your village? Why did a wizard's child escape?" The fire watcher asked coldly, completely ignoring the weapons.
The eyes hidden beneath the pointed hat gleamed with an unusual light as they met the gaze of the English-speaking savage at the head of the group.
"We—she's just lost, we've come to take her back—"
Before he could finish his stammering words, the wizard opposite him suddenly drew his wand.
"Fuck them! These ugly scum!"
A surge of green lightning tore through the rain, passing through several people before anyone could react.
The deadly curse, brimming with murderous intent, killed them in an instant.