great-warnovel Chapter 414 Revenge Under the Moon
Chapter 414 Revenge Under the Moon
Chapter 414 Revenge Under the Moon
The logic is actually quite simple: even setting aside the perspectives of wizards and Muggles, such pure ingratitude is enough to warrant a just revenge.
Grindelwald didn't expect Hermione to be such a kind-hearted, rigid saint that she would still choose to forgive at this moment.
He simply wanted Hermione to realize the mutual distrust between wizards and Muggles, and to expose her to this cycle of revenge and killing.
Habitual deprivation of Muggle life.
"This is just, you did nothing wrong!"
His goal was achieved when convenient magic wiped out Muggle lives in droves, and none of this could arouse Hermione's moral condemnation.
These vile and despicable natives are a perfect whetstone; killing them requires no psychological burden, and once the first step is taken, there will be a second and a third.
First, the horrific scenes of Volgograd numbed the soul; then, the deformed city was initially tested by the sacrifice of children; and then...
He placed a plate of tender, succulent steak in front of Hermione.
Tell her, "This is specially prepared for you. After you finish this medium-rare meal, next time you can try rare, medium-well, or even raw meat!"
Those who wield power wield the authority to control others; within the UMNO party, this is a universally acknowledged and commonplace principle.
Now, Hermione, wielding power, is about to judge a case where there is no misjudgment.
It's simple; she just needs to throw the river she just threw at the Fiery River over the heads of the village in the swamp to accomplish all of this.
But that also means that she gradually accepted the identity of judge, superior, and ruler, and used her own will to rule the world.
Then Grindelwald's goal was achieved; he had the successor he needed.
The hands that were clasped together did not loosen, but simply changed direction; the little girl was bewildered and had no idea what was happening.
"Let's go, let's witness a revenge."
The Finger Witch pulled her downstairs and headed towards the dense forest, with the fire watchers following closely behind; they had not received orders.
But I also want to see what Hermione will do.
This is a cannibalistic swamp, imbued with a fierce spirit by a witch who dedicated herself to it.
Trees, monsters, and even silt can all become powerful weapons to kill outsiders, but they will never attack the natives living in the swamp.
As soon as the group ventured deeper into the dense forest, they felt themselves being watched by countless eyes. Lurking behind the broad leaves were ferocious mutated beasts, some kind of monster that looked like a goblin or a little devil, and malevolent resurrected corpses drowning in the mud. The trees secreted highly poisonous sap, and the vines were covered with sharp thorns. They were soaked in poison and had the power to kill instantly.
Fortunately, the girl Hermione was holding was more favored by the swamp than any native. Even though the hostile gazes seemed to pierce through the outsiders, no creature actually launched an attack.
The village hidden in the forest was now filled with a commotion. They were unaware that the entire pursuit team had been wiped out and were still arguing about the girl's escape.
Hermione did not go in that direction, but instead followed the image she saw in her third eye and headed towards the location of the Ancestral Tree.
The swamp was full of traps, but Hermione didn't bother to distinguish them. Wherever she went, a layer of ice froze the mud, making it easy to walk.
The low air pressure carried magic that permeated the surroundings. The swamp seemed to sense Hermione's power, and the branches blocking the way fearfully and humbly parted to make way for a beast.
Soon, they arrived at the Ancestral Tree, where a bloody ceremony had just taken place. Dark red stains covered the humus-rich soil, and a stench lingered in the air.
On the trunk of that enormous, ancient tree, three tumors resembling human faces grew.
The tree hole was sealed with vines, and there was no sound coming from inside.
Hermione's third eye was activated again, and she saw the woman in the tree, with two withered skeletons beside her, while she herself was pierced by countless roots.
Her soul had merged into the swamp; her body was not dead, but it was no longer alive.
"Mama~" the girl called out.
This area likely falls within the Tikuna language spoken by the indigenous people, and the terms for "mother" are similar in many languages around the world.
The Ancestral Tree rustled its leaves, as if responding to its daughter's call.
Hermione walked slowly forward and gently touched the face-shaped growth on the tree trunk with her finger.
A slight electric shock-like sensation, flowing through my fingertips like needles formed from resentment.
"You're all very angry, aren't you—"
"Sacrifice and dedication were met with betrayal and harm."
The giant tree was silent, but the wind that echoed through the forest carried a frenzied hatred.
She was powerless to change the initial magic, leaving the dead witch to watch helplessly as the forest flourished and produced sweet fruit for her enemies.
But things are different now. A powerful being has arrived, one that even the swamp fears!
"Someone wants me to be the judge," Hermione muttered to herself.
"It starts with avenging you."
"But I think this should be done by you yourselves."
A brilliant blue light emanated from his fingertips, and tiny streams of pyroxene transformed into carving knives, leaving mysterious engravings above the tumor on the human face.
The burning and stinging made the giant tree tremble, and a silent scream lingered in the wind.
But the spirit of the swamp witch did not resist; she felt a majestic, powerful, and unparalleled force being bestowed upon her through the inscription.
If Dumbledore and Hilmi were here, they would surely recognize that Hermione had carved half of a large rune from the staff, a symbol representing order.
"There are no gods or emperors, and no one is born to be above others. Justice and righteousness should be earned by oneself."
"Where my moonlight shines, there shall be no tragedy, and it shall not be my dictatorial divine kingdom, but a place where everyone has power."
Hold onto the weapon that protects you!
The bright white moonlight burst forth in an instant, blinding everyone.
The next moment, a pale, cold moon appeared in the sky above the swamp.
A self-rotating symbol is hidden in the moon, and a ray of moonlight falls on the giant tree.
Hermione's merciless white moon.
Another form of her moon, with a cold, white light carrying a chilling, murderous aura, like the eyes of an otherworldly god, bringing justice and judgment to the world.
Although only half of the Great Rune of Order exists, it still possesses incredible power. The immense spirituality descending from the moon gives birth to the giant tree and the souls trapped within it.
Reshaping order and reconciling magic, the ritual established by the first swamp witch was instantly broken. A new power, simple yet forceful, pulled at the swamp's magic, unifying it under a single spirit and a single will.
A silent scream rang in everyone's ears, not just the wizards, but also the common people in the village.
The next moment, disaster struck.
Countless vines, like giant pythons, smashed through the wooden fence, followed by all sorts of wild beasts and monsters.
The swamp spewed out poisonous gas, and huge flower buds burst open from the branches, spewing out eerie spores.
Screams echoed through the village, but no one mourned them.
There should be justice in this world; if the sky is dark, the moon will illuminate it.