great-warnovel Chapter 424 The One Who Borrowed the Light
Chapter 424 The One Who Borrowed the Light
Chapter 424 The One Who Borrowed the Light
Using runes to cast spells is not exclusive to Hermione.
Anyone who possesses a Great Rune can bestow this power upon others.
However, none of the wizards in this world are aware of the existence of the rule runes. Their understanding of the symbols of law is still limited to the realm of runes. Without intervention, further exploration may be needed. Only when a native great wizard takes that final step can they recognize the existence of the Great Runes.
Therefore, theoretically, Hermione could borrow Grindelwald's power, that destructive rune, which is incredibly powerful and specializes in conquest. If she could use its power to deal with Voldemort, it would increase the probability of killing him completely.
Grindelwald was filled with questions. Borrowing fire? This kind of thing had never happened before.
A wizard's power belongs to them; if it could be borrowed at will, wouldn't that create chaos?
Moreover, if such a system truly existed, then old man Grimm would have already divided his power among his saints, sending them out to rule the world.
In reality, the current Fiery Army is merely using the Dark Lord's optimized Fiery Curse, which simply gives them a slightly stronger control over the Fiery Curse.
Hermione didn't intend to tell Grindelwald the secret of the Great Rune; she was simply planning to use a clever trick to leverage his power.
With a smile, she pulled a piece of scrap paper from the table, shielding the old man's view, and drew a twisted, unrestrained flame symbol on it.
She rolled the paper into a tube and said, "Wait a minute."
After saying that, it opened the window and flew upwards.
The old man, wanting to know what she was doing, also pushed open the door of the library and looked up at the terrace on the second floor of the Eiffel Tower.
He saw Hermione, like a large, golden-red bird, circling towards the scorching black sun at the top of the tower.
The temperature was terrifying; even with Grindelwald's restraint, it softened the spire.
Hermione, undeterred, flew closer and closer, braving layers of spells and barriers to ensure she wouldn't spontaneously combust.
Under her protection, the fragile paper tube approached the enormous ball of black flame unscathed.
Just as Prometheus stole fire from the sun with a sprig of fennel, Hermione also stretched out her fragile paper tube toward the dark sun.
With a popping sound, a wisp of dark flame ignited on the paper. Logically, the raging fire should have burned the flammable material to ashes in an instant.
But under Hermione's protection, the spark burned steadily and slowly at the tip of the paper tube, without even spreading downwards.
"Interesting," Grindelwald murmured, watching the witch fly down again.
"Just stand here. Don't bring the fire into the library." He looked at the girl holding the Fiery Flame and trying to enter with a look of disgust.
Hermione wasn't annoyed; she smiled and raised the wisp of flame.
"Mr. Grindelwald, would you be willing to grant me the right to use this wisp of your Fiery Flame?"
Although Guang simply stood casually on the steel-constructed terrace, offering no sacrifice or prayer, his expression changed as Hermione asked a question.
A mysterious aura quietly arises, like a ritual of making a wish to a deity.
But Hermione did not show any reverence for the gods; instead, it was as if a covenant was waiting to be fulfilled, with all the spirits of the world watching the two figures, one large and one small.
"That was not just a wisp of flame, but a power, a water channel, an unopened door—" The old man stared at the black flame on the paper tube, savoring the sudden, inexplicable sensation in his heart.
He was a magic master who had lived for over a hundred years, so naturally he could see that what the witch was praying for was not that weak flame in reality, but rather a part of her own power that it represented.
The simple and bizarre ritual achieved an unprecedented effect. His heart was filled with turbulent emotions and countless thoughts, but his face showed no emotion.
He gave a meaningful smile and nodded: "I agree."
The next moment, as if an invisible valve had been opened, the fierce flames burning on the paper tube suddenly went out—no, not out, but retracted inwards, all shrinking back into the paper tube. Hermione folded the paper up with satisfaction, like a small four-cornered bag, and with a gentle touch, the bag transformed into a silver pendant.
It was decorated with flame patterns and held together by a thin silver chain, which the witch casually hung around her neck.
"Very good, now you've helped out."
Grindelwald could sense that the silver pendant possessed a strong aura of its own, and that the holder only needed a thought to unleash its unparalleled Fiery Power from it.
"But I can't share it with everyone," he thought to himself, because even he couldn't supply his power to the entire shaman party. If everyone cast a spell at the same time, they might drain him dry.
This is another of Hermione's schemes. The various prayers she weaves herself only have the framework and spell model provided by the Great Rune. The energy payment is still provided by the prayer himself. Wizard magic and werewolf blood curses can all become fuel for the furnace.
Grindelwald, however, went to great lengths to draw a wisp of fire from the Fiery Sun to establish a supply channel with the old man. The Destruction Rune she invoked was even paid for directly by Grindelwald.
This effectively lowers his value judgment of the ritual. In his mind, even if he gets the ritual from Hermione, it can only be used to give meritorious saints another type of reward in the future, and there is a limit to the number. If he distributes it to too many channels, he may suddenly become exhausted at a critical moment, which would be a fatal thing.
"Consider this a reward for exceeding your rainforest firefighting quota. Don't call me a stingy old man," Grindelwald immediately declared.
He was happy for Hermione to deal with Voldemort. As fellow great wizards, borrowing his power would only be icing on the cake. Moreover, he could sense that he could cut off that channel at any time if he wanted to.
Hermione snorted in dissatisfaction, expressing her displeasure with the cunning and treacherous Fiend Hardden.
"Alright, you can go back to your throne and continue sitting there. I need to think carefully about a solution."
After shooing away the scheming Grindelwald, Hermione played with the warm Fiendfire "Mark" on her chest while spreading out her manuscript again to devise a plan for dealing with Voldemort. The first step was to search the city discreetly for two people who resembled Voldemort, but she estimated that this would likely be futile. The names corresponding to the seat numbers must be pseudonyms, and if the two great wizards wanted to hide themselves, it would indeed be difficult for them to be found.
Secondly, security has been strengthened. The city's security measures were already quite adequate during the World Cup, but the final is the most important match, so it wouldn't be surprising to temporarily raise the security level.
Evacuation and emergency plans must be developed in advance. If war breaks out, Voldemort wants to use the people to make Hermione hesitate to act, so the civilians must be evacuated as quickly as possible.
Next, we need to strengthen the power of the Radiant Crystal and the City Barrier, so that they can at least withstand the aftershocks of a four-person melee when a fight breaks out.
Finally, it's time to set traps. If possible, the battlefield must be moved outside the city as soon as possible. This is the first time New Hogsmeade has hosted a world-class event, and it's a symbol of the city. No accidents can be tolerated.