great-warnovel Chapter 423 The Mouse Chased by the Future
Chapter 423 The Mouse Chased by the Future
Chapter 423 The Mouse Chased by the Future
"Horregularities!"
Hermione immediately said.
"But can a Horcrux allow a person to appear in two different forms at the same time?" She had also read "The Secrets of Black Magic," but it didn't mention this possibility.
"Two Voldemors—could he have gotten his inspiration from Hilmi?" One person is no match for Hermione.
Then split yourself in two!
However, Voldemort's repeated splitting of his soul exceeded the examples in that book of dark magic, and anything could happen.
"Did he go crazy because he had nowhere else to turn? The other self he created with the Horcrux is actually a woman?" Tearing apart the soul to create half a body is far worse than Hilmi's situation, and it causes far more damage to himself. In other words, Voldemort, who has already torn apart his soul, can use it to try things out at will.
Hermione found it a little funny, but these were just side stories.
"What are they doing at Hogwarts? Are they planning a terrorist attack?"
The city is constantly protected and monitored by the sapphire crystals scattered throughout the streets and urban areas, as well as layers of barriers. Voldemort's magic will be detected the moment he starts, and even if he causes some damage to the city, he will be quickly driven out by Hilmi.
With the newborn rune and the core of the radiant stone, Hilmire was no weaker than Hermione, and with the support of many professors and Aurors, Voldemort was not going to get the better of him.
Moreover, Hermione could easily return to Hogwarts instantly using her half-body senses, and then it would be a righteous brawl. Even if they wanted to get revenge, they should have chosen another place, not Hermione's home turf.
If the sole purpose is to create terror and kill people, there is only one chance, which will only make the new Hogsmeade more vigilant and put them at great risk. It doesn't seem worthwhile at all.
Grindelwald shook his head: "I only saw a clip of him and her sitting in the stands."
A small crystal ball was placed on the table, and Hermione touched it, immediately entering the prophetic vision.
It was a lively ball game, with magnificent and spectacular circular stands stacked one on top of another, like a frozen hurricane, filled with people of different skin colors from all over the world.
Among them were Muggles and wizards, short goblins and sullen centaurs.
Vendors, riding on flying carpets and brooms, sell snacks, megaphones, and support flags, weaving between the rings at different heights.
The cheers nearly boiled the Black Lake as the two teams engaged in a tense and exciting chase on the field.
Amidst the bustling crowd, two discordant figures slowly moved through the audience, finally settling down in two empty seats on the thirteenth half ring.
One of them was dressed in a black robe with a thick hood, which covered his face and made him look like a gloomy dark wizard. The others seemed to automatically ignore this man, and no one made a fuss about his appearance.
The other was much more radiant, with a magnificent black-purple gown adorned with scattered black crystals. Her snow-white back was largely exposed, resembling smooth, supple mountains, and beneath her long, glossy black hair lay a beautiful and charming woman's face.
She didn't look too young, maybe thirty at most. Her mature face, with a touch of Eastern charm, coupled with a faint smile, made her seem mysterious and alluring.
Even during the tense and exciting game, many people would glance at her every now and then, loudly commenting on the performance of the two teams, hoping to attract the attention of this beautiful lady.
But the opponent seemed to have all their attention on the game, staring intently at the ball flying around the field, and would jump for joy or excitement when the Golden Snitch flashed by.
Hermione is not the Seer herself and cannot sense the "intuition" transmitted from the first-person perspective of the Heavenly Eye, but since Grindelwald said that both of them are Voldemort, he must be right.
"He was actually quite beautiful when he was a woman," Hermione muttered.
The prophetic imagery abruptly ended. Such brief and clear scenes are actually rare in the vision of prophets. Most of the time, they can only see vague images. It is precisely for this reason that interpreting prophecies has become a specialized discipline.
"Sometimes, I feel sorry for Voldemort," the witch said with a strange expression.
"The previous conspiracy was thwarted by my Heavenly Eye, and now the current conspiracy has been thwarted by you." The one who knows after the event can see everything that has already happened, while the one who knows the future can see the yet to come. Those without such talents, when faced with these two different perspectives...
All the efforts and struggles made seemed utterly hopeless.
"Found some useful information?" Grindelwald had never been to New Hogsmeade and would miss some of the clues on the screen.
Hermione nodded: "I've noted down their seat numbers."
"What time? Can you be sure which game it is?" The old man didn't even recognize all the players on his own team, except for Krum, so he obviously couldn't confirm it by looking at the two teams playing.
Hermione smiled: "The timing is also very clear. The one chasing the Golden Snitch with Krum is Harry Potter."
Strictly speaking, the World Cup was already over by then, and the only match in which Harry appeared was the exhibition match featuring the Hogwarts school team.
At this point in time, the finals haven't even started yet, so we can infer that this will happen at least half a month from now.
Hermione, still uneasy, asked the old man again, "You're sure this time, right? It's not some fake future burned by Fiendfyre, is it?"
Grindelwald, looking utterly humiliated, declared, "I'm in great shape lately! Fiery Blaze rarely bothers me anymore! This future is truly, undeniably, a done deal!"
The Finger Witch believed that Fiend Oldman wouldn't joke about his old face, and the possibility of this future coming true was extremely high.
"In that case—." She stroked her chin.
"We need to prepare a viewing surprise for Voldemort—"
Grindelwald was also quite interested. Don't be fooled by the fact that Voldemort was also a great wizard, and that he had split into two. He was now facing three highly skilled masters of the same level who were prepared in advance and planned to trap him like a turtle in a jar. One of them was the Dark Lord, who made half the world tremble!
"Now you can go back to watch the World Cup as you wished. What do you want to do?" The old man asked with an interested expression.
"Do you need my help? Come to think of it, I've never been to New Hogsmeade, and I probably haven't been to Hogwarts in years." When Dumbledore was alive, it would have been impossible for him to get close to the shores of the Black Lake.
Hermione looked at him warily. Was this old man up to something again, using the pretext of hunting down Voldemort?
What secret scheme did they plant in Hogsmeade?
She shook her head: "No need. We can handle this stray dog ourselves."
The old man muttered, "What a petty person! He took my kindness for granted."
Hermione's eyes lit up, and she suddenly had an idea: "Actually, if you want to help, it's not like you don't have a chance."
"Oh? Tell me about it?"
Hermione smiled like a little fox: "No need for much trouble, just lend me a spark of fire."